Hearing Hongjun's sacred decree, Dijun and Taiyi were furious enough to die. Zhiming provoked us, yet we aren't allowed to do anything to him? Why?
If we couldn't beat him, we'd have nothing to say. But he's no match for us at all! Why should we put up with him?
Dao Ancestor, you're being unfair! This is going too far!
Bam! The thought had barely crossed his mind when Taiyi, whose path had been blocked by an invisible barrier, was thrown back by its recoil. He staggered several steps before regaining his footing without falling.
"Taiyi, are you all right?" Dijun asked him.
"I'm fine."
Hearing his younger brother's answer, Dijun breathed a sigh of relief. Then he bowed with his hands clasped toward the Zixiao Palace and asked, "May I ask the Dao Ancestor why you treat our Demon Race this way?"
"You need not know. Understand only that all of this is heaven's will! Conduct yourselves wisely~" As Hongjun spoke, his voice grew increasingly distant until it vanished.
"Heaven's will..." Dijun clenched both hands into fists, his face livid.
I'm the Heavenly Emperor! Using heaven's will to suppress the Heavenly Emperor? Fine, very fine. So this is a Saint. He really does treat us brothers like ants!
"Elder Brother..."
"Taiyi, send orders to the members of the Demon Race settled in the Northern Sea. Have them act cautiously and avoid offending Zhiming. Everything else... can wait until after the War of the Liches, when our Demon Race obtains the full providence of heaven and earth and becomes the leading race. Then we'll settle the score with him!" Dijun said gravely.
"All right," Taiyi replied with a frown.
For now, there was no other way!
Standing nearby, Fuxi took in the entire scene, his eyes narrowing slightly, but said