Di Jun's eyes flickered. "Where is Ying Zhao?"
"I told him to watch over the ten Golden Crows. Is this how he watched them?"
At that moment, Di Jun's mood had hit rock bottom. He was like a powder keg on the verge of exploding.
Eastern Emperor Taiyi turned to look at Lu Ya. Suppressing the grief and rage in his heart, he forced out a smile and asked, "Lu Ya, tell your uncle. How did you end up in the Primordial World? And where is your Uncle Ying Zhao?"
Seeing Eastern Emperor Taiyi's familiar smile, Lu Ya gradually calmed down. "It was Di Jiang. Di Jiang beat Uncle Ying Zhao to death, then got really angry and wanted to avenge Uncle Ying Zhao. Then we appeared above the Witch Clan."
"Di Jiang?!"
For a moment, everyone present spoke in unison.
Killing intent surged across Di Jun's face as he immediately transformed into a streak of rainbow light and vanished.
A moment later, in Tanggu Valley, a flash of golden light streaked past as Di Jun appeared on the ground. He saw Ying Zhao suppressed within a pocket of space, utterly unable to move.
The killing intent in Di Jun's eyes grew even stronger. With such mastery over space, there was likely only one person in the entire Primordial World capable of suppressing a Great Divine Power at the early Quasi-Saint stage.
Di Jiang, the Ancestral Witch of Space!
Good. Very good indeed.
If he wanted to start a war, he could have simply declared one. Why did he need to scheme against children?
Di Jun snorted and waved his hand. Boundless mana swept out as raging flames burned through the void, reducing the space suppressing Ying Zhao to nothingness.
Ying Zhao, who had been suppressed within that space, slowly awoke. Seeing Di Jun before him, he immediately bowed respectfully. "Greetings, Demon Emperor!"
"Ying Zhao, did Di Jiang come here?"
"Di Jiang?" Ying Zhao froze, a stunned look appearing on his face.
Suddenly, a blurry scene surfaced in his mind. "Yes, it was Di Jiang. I saw him!"
Pain appeared on Ying Zhao's face as he tried to recall more, but only hazy fragments remained in his mind. In that shattered image, Di Jiang stood before him, calmly watching him.
Upon hearing Ying Zhao's words, endless fury surged from Di Jun's face. What a Di Jiang! He had actually used such methods to harm his descendants! The towering killing intent Di Jun already held toward Di Jiang became even more intense!
With nine sons dead, Di Jun had already begun to lose his reason. The moment he heard Di Jiang's name, he subconsciously concluded that Di Jiang was behind it all.
"Di Jiang, if you want war, just send a declaration! Yet you actually framed the younger generation. How dare you call yourself a Great Divine Power? I will kill you!" Di Jun said through gritted teeth.
Di Jun returned to the Demon Court with Ying Zhao. Once everyone heard what had happened, their fury erupted anew.
Especially Demon Empress Xi He. Killing intent boiled in her eyes, and she wished she could slaughter the Witch Clan to the last.
Eastern Emperor Taiyi's gaze flickered. There was probably more to this matter.
Killing nine young Golden Crows brought no benefit to either side. That was true for the Demon Clan, and it was equally true for the Witch Clan.
Unless the Witch Clan had gone mad, they would never do such a thing. Plotting against the ten young Golden Crows would do nothing but completely enrage the Demon Clan. It would not weaken the Demon Clan's strength in the slightest.
Even if the Witch Clan wanted an all-out war, there was no need to go out of their way to target the ten young Golden Crows. Besides, those brainless fellows of the Witch Clan generally could not pull off something like this.
However, Eastern Emperor Taiyi merely formed his own judgment and said nothing.
No matter what the truth was, the grudge had already been forged. There was no point discussing this anymore. If they did not destroy the Witch Clan, how could the two brothers maintain their footing in the Primordial World?
Suddenly, a streak of mysterious light flashed across the sky. The imposing Fuxi appeared in the Demon Court. Looking at the grave atmosphere, then at the nine Golden Crow corpses in the great hall, Fuxi instantly fell silent.
"My condolences."
Di Jun nodded slightly but said nothing further.
"Earlier, Nuwa called me to Wa Huang Palace to listen to her teachings. When the battle began, I rushed back as fast as I could, but I still failed to make it in time and could not take part. I truly apologize!"
Fuxi said with a bitter expression, somewhat embarrassed.
The Demon Clan had one emperor and three sovereigns: Demon Emperor Di Jun, Demon Emperor Donghuang Taiyi, Sovereign Fuxi, and Sovereign Nuwa!
When the Demon Court had first been established, the Di Jun brothers had invited the Fuxi siblings to join it. The two had always been part of the Demon Clan, but Nuwa had a naturally aloof temperament and rarely involved herself in its affairs. She had been like that even before becoming a saint. After becoming a saint, she had remained in Wa Huang Heaven and never concerned herself with Demon Clan matters.
Eastern Emperor Taiyi's expression shifted slightly. Nuwa had likely sensed that something was wrong and called Fuxi back to Wa Huang Heaven ahead of time.
As expected of a saint. Her abilities truly were unfathomable.
Although he had reached his own conclusion, Eastern Emperor Taiyi waved his hand and said, "It is nothing. The Witch Clan's shameless sneak attack came too suddenly. It is only normal that you could not react in time."
"Today, with our Demon Clan's Sovereign Fuxi absent, the Witch Clan found an opening. When war comes again, with Fellow Daoist Fuxi joining the battle, we will surely wipe out the Witch Clan in one stroke!"
Fuxi instantly understood Eastern Emperor Taiyi's meaning and immediately nodded. "Do not worry. When the next battle comes, I will certainly give it my all!"
As one of the Demon Clan's three sovereigns, Fuxi truly felt ashamed that he had not taken part when the Demon Clan went to war.
"Good!"
Eastern Emperor Taiyi nodded in satisfaction.
Afterward, the Demon Clan members each returned to their palaces to heal. Following such a battle, the Twelve Ancestral Witches had suffered severe losses of vitality, and the Demon Clan was no better off.
Both the Demon Emperor and Demon Emperor were injured, while two Ultimate Innate Spirit Treasures were nearly ruined. They needed time to recuperate properly.
After a great battle between the two clans, their upper echelons immediately withdrew to recover their strength.
Central Phoenix Mountain!
Jiang Haofeng watched the entire battle unfold. The Myriad Manifestations Heavenly Book within his mind was pushed to its limit, recording the divine abilities and spiritual essence of the Witch and Demon Clans.
What he had gained in this single day exceeded what he had gained over so many previous epochs!
Jiang Haofeng let out a long breath and gazed into the void with a face full of emotion. The strength of those two clans far surpassed that of the human race.
Compared to them, the human race was like a swarm of ants.
Even counting every last one, the human race only had eight Grand Luo Golden Immortals. Among those two clans, that did not even amount to a fraction.
But that made sense. The Primordial World of this era was filled with innate spiritual energy, making cultivation far easier than in later generations. Innate spiritual energy and acquired spiritual energy were fundamentally different.
In the Primordial World of this time, anyone with even a little potential could basically become an immortal through casual cultivation. If that did not work, they could simply try their luck outside. Finding a fruit tree and eating a fruit would most likely be enough to make them immortal.
Moreover, the Primordial World had no heavenly tribulations, no three calamities, and no nine disasters. It was a golden age for cultivation.
The Witch and Demon Clans had inherited their legacies for countless epochs. The experts they had accumulated were beyond counting.
"So strong!"
"Haofeng, I finally understand what you said back then. Compared to the Witch and Demon Clans, our human race really is far too weak." Zhuxiang spoke beside him, her face filled with shock.
The earth-shattering scene from moments ago, as though the world itself had shattered, had deeply stunned Zhuxiang and the surrounding humans.
In truth, it was not just the human race. Every living being in the Primordial World had been shocked by the power of the Witch and Demon Clans.
Jiang Haofeng gave a bitter smile. Forget about you—even I, someone who came from later generations, was shocked.
Of the Primordial World's four great killing formations, three had appeared in a single battle: the Twelve Capital Celestial Gods Array, the Zhou Tian Star Dou Great Array, and the Primordial River-Luo Great Array. Only the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation was missing. With three of the four great killing formations gathered, how could they not be powerful?
"Our human race is still weak and has only existed for a short time. How can we compare ourselves to the Witch and Demon Clans?"
Our era has not yet arrived, Jiang Haofeng silently added in his heart.
After speaking, Jiang Haofeng looked outside with some concern. He wondered how the human race was faring.
When the two clans clashed, the Primordial World shook. Mountains and rivers shifted, and the earth split apart. This was far worse than any earthquake. It meant little to beings above the immortal level, but for those below it, it was likely a catastrophic disaster.
There were quite a few people below the immortal level among the human race. He did not know how many would die or be injured this time.
Hopefully, it would be fewer. The human race was still far too weak. At present, let alone participating in the Witch-Demon War, even the aftershocks of a battle between the two clans could bring casualties to humanity.
Jiang Haofeng withdrew his gaze and turned back toward his wooden hut. There was nothing he could do about these matters. All he could do now was improve his own strength and that of the human race as much as possible.
Jiang Haofeng returned to his hut. With a thought, the Myriad Manifestations Heavenly Book in his mind immediately shone with mysterious light.
This time, the gains should be considerable!
The Myriad Manifestations Heavenly Book slowly unfolded. Ten great suns floated above it, wrapped in crimson True Sun Fire, with a layer of golden flames around their outer edges.
They were the Demon Clan's ten princes.
With a flash of mysterious light, three pieces of information appeared in Jiang Haofeng's mind.
Divine Ability—Golden Crow Rainbow Transformation Technique (Beginner)!
Divine Ability—True Sun Fire (Beginner)!
Divine Ability—Kindling Body Protection Art (Perfected)!
Jiang Haofeng was delighted. The Golden Crow Clan's two signature abilities were mine from now on.
Kindling Body Protection Art?
It was presumably the protective method used by the ten young Golden Crows. It should have been kindling planted by Di Jun, allowing ten young Golden Crows at the Golden Immortal Realm to roast Kuafu, a peak Grand Luo Golden Immortal on the verge of becoming a Quasi-Saint, alive. This divine ability was not weak at all.
Immediately afterward, mysterious light flickered across the Myriad Manifestations Heavenly Book, and a new scene appeared upon its pages!
I have to work overtime tonight, so I can only write this much for now. Once I am done, I will continue writing after midnight. Everyone can read it tomorrow instead. If I truly cannot write enough, I will owe the rest as bonus chapters and make them up when I have time. Thank you all for your support!
A burly man clad in beast hides held a divine bow. Endless sharp energy gathered as a blood-red feathered arrow appeared upon the bow.
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