Chapter 543

Kun Peng's gaze couldn't help but turn east.

He looked toward the towering demon‑race Heavenly Court perched on the summit of Mount Buzhou, where the celestial Qi of the heavens converged!

Yao Tribe Heavenly Court

Wu Tribe

His Highness the East Emperor

Heavenly Emperor

If the Qi flow is polluted, the light case brings endless disasters and the strong fall; the heavy case shatters everything, leading to an irrecoverable calamity!

East Emperor Palace

Xi Emperor

Sea-Stabilizing Divine Needle

Hall of Soaring to the Heavens

If it weren't for His Highness the Eastern Emperor… who keenly sensed something wrong with that bone fragment, if it weren't for their "making a fuss" that provoked the Heavenly Emperor's wrath…

Probably after countless yuan gatherings, when the demon race's Qi flow is completely eroded and rotted by this Great Array, they will never discover this secret!

By then, in the lich‑demon showdown, the demon race will undoubtedly be defeated!

Thinking of this, Kun Peng's eyes changed completely when he looked again toward the Eastern Emperor Palace.

Yao Master

Quasi-Sage Great Power

Black Stone Tribe

Cave of Myriad Bones

Twelve Ancestral Witch Dharma Forms

Great Luo Golden Immortal

River Chart and Luo Book

Kun Peng only felt his face burning with a hot, stinging pain.

He did not hesitate, immediately crushing the emergency transmission jade slip that Di Jun had bestowed upon him.

This matter is of great importance; it must be reported to the Heavenly Emperor immediately!

……

……

Within the Lingxiao Treasure Hall, the atmosphere was oppressive.

Di Jun, Fu Xi, and Nüwa, the three supreme rulers of the Yao clan's heavenly court, sat around a jade table, the table laden with various innate spiritual objects just selected from the treasury.

Each of these spiritual objects radiated pure energy; any one of them, if released, would be enough to cause even Great Luo Golden Immortals to fight bloody battles over it.

Yet at this moment, none of the three showed any joy on their faces.

"These spiritual objects all contain a gentle life origin; perhaps they could help Taiyi's injuries," Nüwa said softly, gazing at the treasures, yet worry lingered in her brow.

Fu Xi stood beside them, his fingertips constantly moving; above the River Chart and Luo Book before him, countless stars flowed, yet they were forever shrouded in a layer of gray mist, indistinct. He spoke in a deep voice:

"Taiyi's condition is not merely a simple loss of origin. That evil qi... I have never seen anything like it; it seems not to be within the heavenly Dao, and even the River Chart and Luo Book cannot deduce its source."

Di Jun remained silent, merely sitting upright on the Heavenly Emperor's throne, his eyes icy. His imperial robes stirred without wind, the terrifying aura of a peak quasi-sage causing the air in the entire hall to seem to congeal.

His brother's "coma" was like a needle, deeply piercing his heart.

Just then, the hall's space twisted, and a figure stumbled out, appearing disheveled.

The one who arrived was none other than the demon master Kunpeng, who had been ordered to cleanse the West.

"Kunpeng?"

Di Jun frowned, a hint of displeasure rising in his heart.

As a peak quasi-sage mighty one and a demon master of the Yao clan, he actually behaved so disgracefully.

But when he saw Kunpeng's face clearly, that hint of displeasure was instantly replaced by astonishment and doubt.

"Your Majesty!" Kunpeng knelt on one knee, his voice trembling slightly from excitement, "I... have an important matter to report!"

"Speak." Di Jun's voice carried no warmth.

Kunpeng took a deep breath and recounted exactly what he had discovered in the Black Stone Tribe, and ultimately what he had witnessed deep within the Bone Ridge Cavern.

Upon hearing the words "Witch Clan's great shaman," "Ancestral Witch's shattered bones," and "Blood Sacrifice Great Array," Di Jun's face turned ashen.

When Kunpeng described the formation that used the twelve ancestral witches' dharma forms as stone pillars, drawing energy from the resentment of countless beings, a terrifying killing intent erupted from Di Jun's body.

Crack!

The throne of the Heavenly Emperor beneath him, under this uncontrollable killing intent, shattered inch by inch into powder.

"Witch! Clan!"

Di Jun squeezed out two words from between his teeth, each word burning with the fury to incinerate the nine heavens.

Fu Xi and Nüwa beside him were likewise filled with shock.

"To use the resentment of all beings to defile our Yao clan's fortune... how vicious! How toxic!"

Fu Xi slammed shut the River Chart and Luo Book, and on his usually calm and carefree face, a genuine expression of anger appeared for the first time.

Nüwa's pretty face turned deathly pale; she, who harbored compassion and created all things, could not bear to see such a heinous act that treated countless beings as mere straw dogs.

"Your Majesty, I believe..."

Kunpeng raised his head, his words unfinished, he paused, his tone becoming extremely arduous: "I believe that the Witch Clan's conspiracy, Your Highness Donghuang... has likely already been seen through."

Upon those words, the entire hall instantly fell into dead silence.

Di Jun, Fu Xi, and Nüwa's gazes all simultaneously fell upon Kunpeng.

Kunpeng steeled himself and laid out his speculation in full.

From Prince Donghuang's "coincidental" reaction to that bone fragment in the treasury, to his "coincidental" injury by evil qi before the Heavenly Emperor, his "coincidental" falling into a coma, and then the Heavenly Emperor, thunder‑raged, issuing the decree to thoroughly investigate the Primordial Chaos…

All these coincidences linked together point to a possibility that even Kunpeng himself finds chilling.

That seemingly harmless, frail and sickly Prince Donghuang, from the very beginning, had already seen through everything.

He is using his "weakness" to make a grand move that shakes the heavens.

In the great hall, the sound of a falling needle could be heard.

Di Jun was stunned.

He whirled around abruptly, gazing toward the direction of the Eastern Emperor Palace; the fury and murderous intent in his eyes faded within a few breaths, replaced by an unprecedented shock and… a guilt and moving feeling that rolled like a mountain‑crushing tide.

Younger brother…

He had long seen through the Witch Clan's plot.

But he knows his voice is weak, his cultivation low, and even if he says it, no one may believe him.

So he even risked his own life, using his already depleted original source to hard‑strike that bizarre evil aura, staging a self‑sacrificial ploy just to awaken his brother, who had been blinded by the throne of the Heavenly Emperor!

Me… I actually still thought he was merely frightened…

For a moment, Di Jun felt his heart being brutally kneaded by a giant hand, the pain making it hard to breathe.

"Your Majesty…" Fuxi looked at Di Jun's expression, opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing.

He once again unfurled the River Diagram and Luo Script; this time his divination was not of the Witch Clan but of Prince Donghuang's destiny.

Only… it remained a veil of mist.