Chapter 541

Younger brother!

Dijun turned pale with shock, hastily withdrawing his own origin power, his eyes full of regret.

How could he forget that his younger brother's origin shared the same root and source as his own, yet due to the damage, it had become extremely fragile?

His own peak quasi-saint origin power, to him, was not only not a good medicine, but a deadly poison!

Seeing his younger brother grow even weaker, Dijun's heart ached as if being twisted by a knife.

He sat helplessly by the bedside, gazing at his younger brother's pallid face; the heavenly emperor who ruled the wilderness, for the first time, felt profound helplessness.

And just then.

Gu Yuan on the jade bed twitched his eyelids, slowly and with difficulty opening his eyes.

He looked at his exhausted older brother and, with an extremely weak divine sense, said:

"Older brother…… don't…… worry…… about me……"

"Cough cough…… I'm fine……"

After saying that, he tilted his head and fainted again.

But this time, the corner of his mouth bore a satisfied smile.

It seemed that, even in his coma, merely seeing his older brother by his side was the greatest happiness.

This scene completely shattered Dijun's psychological defenses.

He could no longer hold back; the heavenly emperor, decisive in slaughter and awe-inspiring through the ages, lay beside the bed like a child and burst into tears.

"Younger brother…… my dear younger brother……"

……

On the other side, the demon master Kunpeng led a million demon soldiers, marching mightily toward the western wilderness.

His mood could be said to have reached the utmost exhilaration.

The heavenly emperor's edict was exactly to his liking.

Kunpeng, born in the Northern Abyss, was by nature not of the benevolent sort.

Devouring and slaughter were fundamentally his Dao.

Now, carrying out the edict, he could both gratify grudges and establish prestige for the demon clan, while earning a tremendous merit before the heavenly emperor—truly killing three birds with one stone.

As for that so-called evil aura……

Kunpeng felt contempt for it in his heart.

In his view, they were merely trifles unfit for the table, slightly tainted with impurity, yet capable of rendering a golden immortal–level 'weakling' like Donghuang Taiyi unconscious—utterly absurd.

After all, it's simply that Donghuang Taiyi is too weak.

Despite having the wilderness's top-tier background, his origin deficiency turned him into a decorative vase—pretty but useless.

This incident is probably just children's silly roughhousing, frightened by something unclean, leading the heavenly emperor, fond of his brother, to overreact.

But this is also fine.

Kunpeng's lips curled into a cold arc.

If not for this, how could he obtain the excellent opportunity to wield life-and-death authority and patrol the wilderness?

Convey my orders!

Kunpeng stood upon a black demon cloud, his voice carrying to the ears of the million demon soldiers.

Wherever he passes, anyone practicing blood sacrifice who uses living beings as offerings shall be…… slaughtered without pardon!

Obey the demon master's decree!

The million demon soldiers roared in unison, demonic qi soaring to the heavens, killing qi rolling forth.

A bloody purge of the western wilderness thus began.

It must be said, Kunpeng's work efficiency is extremely high.

The North Sea demon troops he commands are inherently the most warlike and ferocious group in the wilderness.

Wherever they go, truly not a blade of grass grows.

In just a few months, over a hundred tribes of various sizes were completely erased from the wilderness.

The so-called evil gods worshipped by those tribes could not withstand a single move before the quasi-saint demon master Kunpeng, and were smashed to dust along with their altars.

Kunpeng, killing his way along, felt his thoughts flow smoothly, and his cultivation showed signs of progress.

He increasingly felt that the heavenly emperor's edict was practically tailor-made for him.

Until this day.

He arrived at a tribe called Black Stone.

The tribe was not large, numbering only tens of thousands, its strongest being no more than a Taiyi Golden Immortal.

But when Kunpeng's divine sense swept over the tribe, his bloodthirsty expression, for the first time, froze.

Something's off.

This tribe was also conducting a blood sacrifice.

But their altar was not piled from ordinary stones, but constructed from a kind of black bone he had never seen before.

The blood flowing on the altar did not dissipate, but was completely absorbed by those black bones, without the slightest waste.

The entire tribe's skies were shrouded in a chilling, lifeless aura full of the sense of ending.

This aura made even the quasi-saint great power Kunpeng feel a hint of instinctive revulsion.

Kunpeng's heart tightened, and he put away his contempt.

He did not, as before, simply smash the entire tribe flat with a single palm.

With a flick of his form, he silently appeared above the Black Stone tribe's altar.

He saw the tribe's high priest kneeling before the altar, murmuring incantations, his expression fervent.

And before him, hundreds of bound living beings trembled.

"Great ancestral spirits, the guidance of flesh and blood, the pulse of the earth..."

The fragmented sacrificial words reached Kunpeng's ears.

Ancestral spirits?

Kunpeng furrowed his brows.

He extended a hand toward the Grand Priest below and seized him from the air.

The Grand Priest of the Taiyi Golden Immortal level had no time to react before being lifted by an irresistible force into midair and falling into Kunpeng's hands.

"Speak, which deity do you worship?"

Kunpeng's voice was cold and sinister like ice.

"You... you are... the Demon Master Kunpeng!" The Grand Priest, seeing Kunpeng within arm's reach, was terrified out of his wits.

"Answer my question." Kunpeng applied slight pressure with his five fingers.

"Crack!"

The Grand Priest's bones gave a sound of being unable to bear the load.

"I'll speak! I'll speak!" the Grand Priest screamed in terror, "We... we do not worship a god..."

"We worship the Wu!"

"It is the guidance of Father God Pangu! It is the summons from the deepest part of our bloodline!"

"Boom!"

The word 'Wu' thundered like a bolt of lightning in Kunpeng's mind.

His expression froze instantly.

The Wu tribe?

These remote tribes' blood sacrifices are actually related to the Wu tribe?

How is that possible?

Those muscle-brained Wu worship Pangu, cultivate their bodies, follow the path of proving the Dao through strength—when did they also start playing such grim and bizarre blood sacrifices?

"You're talking nonsense!" Kunpeng retorted instinctively.

"I'm not talking nonsense!"

The Grand Priest sensed that deadly killing intent and hurried to explain,

"Tens of thousands of years ago, a great Wu shaman descended, bestowed upon our tribe the holy bone of the ancestral spirits, and passed down the method of spirit-communicating blood sacrifice, saying that if we diligently perform the sacrifices, we will receive the blessings of the ancestral Wu and gain a physique as strong as that of the Wu."