Chapter 537: Heaven and Earth Standoff, the Eastern Emperor's Abacus

At the summit of Mount Buzhou, the atmosphere froze instantly.

The twelve blood‑cursed light pillars that pierced heaven and earth struck the demon race's Heavenly Court like a resounding slap.

The countless demons, whose joy had not yet faded, were instantly replaced by a soul‑deep terror.

It was suppression emanating from the depths of their bloodline.

The shaman tribe, forged from Pangu's pure blood, are born with mighty flesh, command the laws, and are the undisputed overlords of the primeval realm.

They regard all things as blood food and treat the demon race as mere hounds.

For countless years they have amassed great power.

"How dare you!"

A roar, like thunder from the Nine Heavens, rang across Mount Buzhou.

Di Jun sprang to his feet, and the Heavenly Emperor's throne behind him shattered with a boom.

In his golden eyes, fury roared like a tide.

He had barely managed to unite the scattered demon race, establish the Heavenly Court, and aim to rule the primeval realm.

These twelve reckless, muscle‑bound heads dared to provoke him on the day he was to confer a title upon his brother!

Exactly!

Today's bestowal is all for Gu Yuan!

"Battle!"

Di Jun uttered a single word; the terrifying quasi‑saint pinnacle pressure, mingled with the newly gathered boundless demon race qi, formed a golden divine dragon that spanned heaven and earth, roared upward, and slammed into the Pan Gu's phantom.

Meanwhile.

Demon master Kun Peng transformed into a colossal bird that blocked the sky, soaring upward as the divine waters of the Northern Abyss surged down, intending to freeze the twelve blood‑cursed light pillars.

Fu Xi, seated cross‑legged, slowly unfurled the Bagua diagram before him, probing the shaman tribe's Great Array for flaws.

Countless demon deities and great saints each brandished their treasures, their battle spirit soaring.

A war between shaman and demon that would sweep the entire primeval realm seemed about to erupt prematurely at this moment.

Just as tensions reached their peak.

"Brother, hold on."

A calm voice, tinged with a strange soothing power, sounded in Di Jun's ear.

It was Gu Yuan.

He still stood where he was, unmoving, his expression unchanged.

As if this world‑shattering war were merely a trivial neighborhood scuffle.

"Little brother?" Di Jun turned his head, a hint of puzzlement flashing in his eyes.

"Brother, the shaman tribe is powerful; our demon race has just been founded, its foundation unstable, making a death‑match difficult."

Gu Yuan said leisurely, "Moreover, the Heavenly Dao is constant: Heaven belongs to yang, Earth to yin. Our demon race follows Heaven and should govern the sky. The shaman tribe's flesh is heavy and entrenched in the earth, so they should govern the ground. This is destiny."

"Heaven governs Heaven, Earth governs Earth, without interference; that is the way of lasting harmony."

These words, like evening drums and morning bells, instantly cooled Di Jun's fury‑clouded mind.

Indeed.

He is now the Heavenly Emperor, representing the order of the Heavenly Dao.

And the shaman tribe, of Pangu's bloodline, embodies the power of the earth.

If war broke out now, regardless of outcome, both sides would be crippled, becoming a laughingstock.

More importantly, it would contravene the heavenly decree and damage the demon race's freshly gathered qi.

At this thought, Di Jun's murderous intent gradually subsided.

He glanced at Gu Yuan beside him, his eyes full of approval.

His brother truly possessed transcendent wisdom, always able to awaken him at the crucial moment.

At that moment.

As if to confirm Gu Yuan's words.

Above the Nine Heavens, within the faintly shimmering Purple Sky Palace, a faint sigh drifted.

Below the earth, among the twelve towering silhouettes, a compassionate female divine thought resonated.

"Brothers, cease your actions."

It was Hou Tu.

With the intervention of these two wills, the tense atmosphere finally eased.

Pan Gu's phantom slowly dissipated.

The twelve blood‑cursed light pillars sank back into the earth.

On the Heavenly Court side, Di Jun waved his hand, signaling Kun Peng and the others to withdraw.

A war that could have thrust the primeval realm into calamity was thus erased into nothingness.

But everyone knew this was only temporary.

The standoff between Heaven and Earth had already formed.

The hatred between shaman and demon would only deepen.

…

Though the great war had not yet sounded, the coronation ceremony could no longer proceed.

Di Jun dispersed the billions of demons, leaving only Fu Xi, Nu Wa, Kun Peng, and Gu Yuan, and returned to the Lingxiao Treasure Hall.

"How do you all view today's events?"

Di Jun sat upon the Heavenly Emperor's throne, his gaze sweeping over the four below.

"The Wu Tribe is bullying people too much!"

Kunpeng was the first to speak, his voice cold and gloomy: "Your Majesty, I think we should first organize the troops, pick a day to launch an attack, and completely slaughter the Twelve Ancestral Witches; only then can we exalt the divine might of our Heavenly Court!"

Fuxi shook his head: "The demon master's words are mistaken. The Wu Tribe are descendants of Pangu, with deep fortune, and they also have the Twelve Heavenly Stars and Fiends Great Array protecting them; only a sage can break it. If we attack forcefully, our chance of success is less than thirty percent."

"So what? Our Demon Tribe has the Heavenly Stars and Dipper Great Array; we might not lose to them!" Kunpeng retorted.

The two argued without end.

Di Jun rubbed his temples with a headache, finally turning his gaze to Gu Yuan, who had remained silent off to the side.

"Brother, what do you think?"

Gu Yuan yawned, then said lazily: "Brother, both the demon master and Fuxi make sense."

"Huh?" Di Jun blinked in surprise.

"The Wu Tribe must be fought, but not now." Gu Yuan explained slowly: "What we lack most right now is not troops, nor commanders, but... rules."

"A newly risen force, if it lacks rules, is nothing but loose sand—scattered at the slightest breeze."

"Therefore, the urgent task is to establish heavenly rules and laws, clearly define rewards and punishments, divide the Heavenly Stars and Dipper official posts, so that every demon god has a position and duties."

"Only when the Heavenly Court's order is sound, its fortune stable, and the people's hearts loyal, then launching an attack on the Wu Tribe will be the perfect plan."

These words were clear and to the point, hitting the core.

This caused the previously arguing Kunpeng and Fuxi to fall into deep thought.

Di Jun's eyes lit up even more; he clapped his hands and laughed: "Brother's words are exactly what I wanted to hear!"

He immediately gave the order, appointing Fuxi as chief and Kunpeng as assistant, and they began at once to formulate the heavenly rules and laws.

He himself began, based on the diagram of the Heavenly Stars and Dipper Great Array, to confer divine titles upon the myriad demon gods of the Primordial Wilderness.

The entire newly formed Heavenly Court instantly entered a state of high-speed operation.

Inside the hall, everyone sprang into action.

Except for one person.

Gu Yuan.

He bowed to Di Jun, then said slowly: "Brother, since state affairs are being handled by Fuxi and the demon master, I'll first go to the treasury to take stock of our Demon Tribe's resources."

Upon hearing this, Di Jun's face showed a hint of indulgent smile, he waved his hand: "Go, go, take whatever you like, use it freely, no need to stand on ceremony with your elder brother."

"Thank you, brother."

Gu Yuan turned and left in a clean, decisive manner.

Watching his retreating back, Kunpeng's eyes flashed with contempt.

Rotten mud cannot support a wall.

At this juncture of the newly established Heavenly Court, with myriad affairs awaiting attention, he did not think of sharing his brother's burdens, but only kept thinking of gold and silver.

This East Imperial Highness will ultimately never amount to much.