Fuxi Falls, Nüwa Storms the Demon Court in Fury

Though Yunxiao was an innate being who had taken form after Hongjun preached the Dao, and her cultivation and fortune fell short of innate beings like Zhen Yuanzi and Hongyun, the fact that she had cultivated step by step to her present realm on her own was no small feat.

Hearing Li Yu speak so, the ever-composed Yunxiao revealed a smile as well.

Without reaching the Golden Immortal Realm, it was still somewhat dangerous to gain a foothold in the Primordial World. Moreover, she still had to protect her two younger sisters, Qiongxiao and Bixiao.

Before long, Bixiao returned, bringing many fruits and fine brews. As they sampled immortal delicacies, they chatted idly.

"That day, my sisters and I had been passing the time on the island much as we were today. Who would have thought that a streak of clear light would descend from the heavens, landing just under a hundred li to the southwest? When we hurried over to look, we found it was a spiritual treasure—the Heart-Piercing Lock."

She was speaking of how Bixiao had chanced upon the Heart-Piercing Lock. The other spiritual treasure, the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors, had yet to fall into the hands of the Three Xiao Sisters. From the looks of it, it should have been in Tongtian's possession, quietly awaiting its moment.

"Brother Li Yu, we three sisters have long known that your cultivation is profound. Would you be willing to offer us some guidance on the path of cultivation, so that we might avoid taking the crooked road?"

Bixiao said this. Though she was the youngest among the Three Xiao Sisters, she had merely taken form a little later than the others. Yet her cultivation now lagged far behind her two elder sisters, so anxiety was inevitable.

Such drive was naturally a good thing, but it caught Li Yu off guard.

The Three Xiao Sisters would in the future become Tongtian's disciples and would surely receive his earnest instruction. Thus, Li Yu had never entertained such thoughts in his dealings with them.

Seeing that Yunxiao and Qiongxiao seemed to share the same wish, Li Yu found it difficult to refuse.

"Since that is the case, I shall explain how to cultivate a Golden Immortal Dao Fruit," Li Yu said.

With Li Yu's Quasi-Saint cultivation, there would be no mistake in guiding those below the Golden Immortal Realm. It was enough to seek no merit but avoid fault. As for their later cultivation, that would naturally be Tongtian's concern. They were his disciples; it was only right that he worry over them.

Compared to Hongjun, Li Yu's instruction of the Three Xiao Sisters was a much smaller affair. Fortunately, all three were clever and grasped the point at a touch. After this lecture on the Dao, each of them gained something.

This was precisely the time to strike while the iron was hot and enter seclusion to cultivate, so Li Yu took the opportunity to depart and travel through the Wild Continent.

At this time, living beings covered the Primordial Wilderness, but among them, the Demon Race and the Wu Clan were the mightiest.

The Demon Race had two Demon Emperors, as well as a host of ancient great demons led by Kunpeng. The Wu Clan had the Twelve Ancestral Witches, along with formidable great witches such as Kua Fu and Hou Yi.

As Li Yu traveled through the Primordial World, he often witnessed clashes between the Wu Clan and the Demon Race.

"After Purple Cloud Palace's third sermon, the conflict between the Wu and Demon races will reach a white-hot pitch. Nüwa will become a Saint, and the human race will arise in response to fate. That will mark the beginning of the decline of both races. They likely do not have many days left."

Li Yu held no particular feelings toward either the Wu Clan or the Demon Race. He merely watched coldly as the two rose and fell.

Demon Court.

Within Kunpeng's palace.

"This is what you wanted. I have found it for you. Whether you dare to do it depends on your own courage."

Kunpeng looked at the man before him. Though the man was concealed within a mass of chaos, that was merely to prevent others from discovering his identity. Kunpeng naturally knew this man's origins like the back of his hand.

He was none other than the Western Daoist Zhunti.

Kunpeng accepted the Pure Jade Bottle Zhunti tossed over, glanced at what was inside, and asked, "How did you obtain this?"

"The essence of the Styx Blood Sea, the Wu Clan's bloodline—there is even blood from the Ancestral Witches Gonggong and Zhurong within. Refined together, it is enough for you to cast your curse. I am leaving. Do not disappoint me!"

After Zhunti spoke, his figure vanished from Kunpeng's palace.

At this, Kunpeng let out a dissatisfied, cold snort. "One day, I will swallow you whole!"

At present,

the Demon Race was at the height of its power. First came the two Demon Emperors, Di Jun and Taiyi; beneath them were Kunpeng and Fuxi. Yet Kunpeng resented being placed on equal footing with Fuxi, and had therefore been plotting in secret all along. Ever since Fuxi had disregarded Nüwa's objections and insisted on joining the Demon Court, he had left Phoenix Perch Mountain.

He had originally thought that he would merely be an idle cloud and wild crane in the Demon Court, but the two Demon Emperors could not stop coming to his door for aid, asking him to use divination and calculation, devise stratagems, and suppress the Wu Clan.

As time passed, Fuxi sank ever deeper into the struggle between the Wu and Demon races. Now, even if he wished to extricate himself, it was already beyond saving.

Within Fuxi's palace, the gloomy Fuxi could only play the zither and drink wine to ease the sorrow in his heart. He looked somewhat exhausted.

Recalling his days of cultivation on Phoenix Perch Mountain, Fuxi was filled with regret. He hated himself for acting willfully back then and refusing to heed his sister Nüwa's counsel, only to fall into his present predicament, trapped between advance and retreat.

Pfft!

As Fuxi played the zither, he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, staining its strings red.

Fuxi's face changed drastically. He felt that, somewhere in the unseen depths, a foul power had seized the throat of his fate and was corroding and stripping away his life force.

Yet when he calculated, he found the heavenly secrets shrouded in chaos and utter confusion. He could not discern who was harming him, much less how to break this sinister art.

"Is this the decree of fate?"

Fuxi looked at his hair, already gray and white, and his hands covered in wrinkles. With the last of his strength, he rose to his feet and gazed toward Mount Buzhou. He uttered only one word—"Nüwa"—before his life force faded, and he turned into specks of dust.

The first to bear the brunt of Fuxi's death was Nüwa.

Nüwa, who had been cultivating quietly in Wa Palace, opened her eyes. Tears flowed from her furious gaze, after which she transformed into a streak of rosy light and flew toward the Demon Court.

Li Yu, who had been traveling through the Primordial World, suddenly stopped. With a flick of his sleeve, he took out the turtle shell Fuxi had once given him to foretell fortune and misfortune. Yet it had now split into two halves, lost all spirituality, and become an ordinary object.

After making a calculation with his fingers, Li Yu sighed sadly. Fuxi had already fallen, answering the tribulation within the great calamity.

"Yet there is something strange about this matter. Nüwa has not yet become a Saint, while Fuxi has already fallen. This is an unforeseen change. I wonder whether Nüwa can still preserve the last thread of Fuxi's primordial spirit?"

Though the human race had not yet been born, Li Yu was already considering its future development and fortune. Fuxi was one of the Three Sovereigns and was of vital importance to humanity. He had not expected something to go wrong at such a time, and could not help but dwell on it.

Li Yu no longer intended to continue traveling through the Primordial World. Instead, he transformed into a streak of rosy light and headed for the Demon Court. Before he even arrived, he saw treasure light flashing within the Demon Court, radiating might capable of destroying heaven and earth. There was no need to say more: Nüwa had surely vented her fury upon the Demon Race over Fuxi's death and come to demand an explanation.

"Di Jun, Taiyi! If you cannot give me an explanation for my brother's death, I will never let this matter rest!"

Facing the utterly furious Nüwa, whose eyes brimmed with killing intent, the two most exalted emperors of the Demon Race, Di Jun and Taiyi, could only swallow their bitterness in silence.

They did not know the cause of Fuxi's death either. How could they possibly give Nüwa an explanation?

Had he died in battle, it would have been one thing. But Fuxi had died without rhyme or reason within his palace in the Demon Court. Trying to clear themselves of suspicion was nothing more than a fool's dream!