The Sun Star, the Sun God Palace.
Di Jun descended outside the palace in a streak of purple-gold light, elated and confident after refining the Purple Star's origin.
"Taiyi! Bai Ze! Fuxi!"
Di Jun strode into the palace, flushed with triumph. "I did it! The Purple Star's origin is mine, and the core of the Heavenly Cycle Star-Fighting Formation is complete! Now the Demon Clan can—"
His words died in his throat.
The joy on his face froze. His pupils shrank to pinpoints.
A man in azure robes sat on the throne that symbolized the Demon Clan's supreme authority.
He lounged with his chin propped on one hand, a faint, knowing smile on his lips as he watched Di Jun enter the Main Hall.
Below the throne, Taiyi, Bai Ze, Fuxi, Nine-Headed Bird, and the other leading powers of the Demon Clan stood rigid and pale, not daring to draw a deep breath.
"Di... Dijiang?!"
Di Jun's voice came out dry and rough, as though his throat were full of sand.
The flame of hope that had just caught in his heart was doused with icy water the instant he saw Dijiang.
How could he be here?!
When did he arrive?!
Why hadn't the defensive formations around the Sun Star reacted at all?!
Countless questions flashed through Di Jun's mind, only to give way to helplessness and despair.
He knew that before a Primordial Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal—especially Dijiang, who controlled Space Law—any defense was useless.
"It seems your trip to the Purple Star went rather well."
Dijiang looked at Di Jun. His tone was mild, yet it carried unquestionable authority. "You were even willing to sever the Sun Star's Fortune. I'll give you this: you have nerve."
Di Jun took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.