Chapter 545: with translation of chapter title

Your Majesty, I can't bear it any longer!

The hot-tempered demon god Ji Meng couldn't hold back and urged battle once more, declaring, "We demons were born in the primordial age and raised on earth, yet now the Wu tribe has confined us to heaven—how are we any different from prisoners?!"

Exactly! Let's fight!

Fight! Fight! Fight!

Inside the great hall, the fighting spirit was ignited once again.

In Emperor Jun's eyes, a dangerous glint also flashed.

He could barely contain the anger burning within him.

Just then.

Cough, cough...

A faint cough echoed from the corner of the great hall.

All the clamor fell silent in an instant.

All the demon gods turned their gazes in unison.

Donghuang Taiyi sat on a chair covered with thick animal furs, a blanket draped over him, holding a cup of spiritual tea, when he suddenly choked.

Everyone, don't get so heated.

Gu Yuan set down his teacup and said lazily, "It's harmful to your health."

Watching this bunch of demon gods pumped up like they'd taken chicken blood, Gu Yuan could only want to laugh.

Battle?

What would we fight with?

If we fight now, we'll just be playing into the hands of the hidden black hand behind the scenes.

"Your Highness!" Ji Meng urged, "The Wu tribe has already bullied us to our heads; if we don't strike back, where is the dignity of our heavenly court?!"

Dignity comes from wit, not fists.

Gu Yuan glanced at him and said calmly, "The Wu tribe possesses mighty physiques and lethal aura protecting them; for us demons to clash head-on on the earth is simply inferior."

Moreover, as long as the Blood Sacrifice Grand Formation remains, any battle with the Wu tribe will have our strength absorbed by it, merely strengthening the enemy—a sure path to death.

His words were like a bucket of cold water poured over the heads of all the warmongering demon gods.

Indeed.

We can't beat them in battle, and if we fight we'll just be handing them heads.

How can we fight then?

For a moment, the atmosphere in the great hall grew oppressive once again.

Emperor Jun looked at his younger brother, his eyes full of expectation.

He knew that since his brother had spoken up, he must have his own plan.

Brother, what do you think we should do?

Gu Yuan stretched, yawned, and looked as if he hadn't slept enough.

It's simple.

Since we can't win on the ground, let's fight in the heavens.

Fight in the heavens? All the demon gods were taken aback.

Gu Yuan ignored them, turning to Emperor Jun and said, "Elder brother, although the Heavenly Stars and Dipper Grand Formation has taken shape, it is merely superficial, lacking a true core."

Huh? Emperor Jun's spirit lifted. "What core?"

Three hundred sixty-five banners of the heavenly stars and planets, plus one banner to suppress the main array eye—the Sun Star Banner.

Gu Yuan said, "Using true sun gold essence as the primary material and the core of the heavenly stars as auxiliary, you, elder brother, must personally forge these three hundred sixty-six banners. Once the banners are completed, the Heavenly Stars and Dipper Grand Formation will be truly complete."

When the formation operates, it can draw heavenly stellar power to refine chaos and cleanse the universe. Not to mention mere turbid malign energy; even if a sage were to appear personally, they could not easily breach the gates of our heavenly court.

As for the Wu tribe...

Gu Yuan's lips curled into a cold smile.

They like staying on the ground, don't they? Then let them stay there forever.

When the formation is activated, we can summon stellar power to completely separate the primordial sky and earth.

Let them never be able to rise!

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire great hall fell silent, not even a sparrow's chirp.

All the demon gods, including Fuxi and Kunpeng, stared at Gu Yuan as if he were a monster.

What a fellow.

If we can't beat them, should we just seal the door and never interact again?

This idea... sounds so... malicious, doesn't it?

But upon further thought, this seems to be the only and best option available now.

Emperor Jun clapped and laughed heartily: "Excellent! A heaven and earth forever apart! Truly worthy of being my good brother!"

He immediately gave the order, commanding all the demon gods to exert their utmost effort to gather materials for forging the star banners.

He himself would enter seclusion to personally forge these three hundred sixty-six banners that decide the future of the demon tribe—the supreme array banner.

Thus a grand "closed-door seclusion and national lockdown" movement unfolded in the heavenly court.

Several days later.

East Emperor Palace.

Emperor Jun watched his younger brother lounging in a rocking chair, leisurely basking in the sun, and his heart remained filled with guilt.

Brother, you've worked hard, and you've worried for the demon tribe.

Gu Yuan waved his hand, looking as if it were nothing.

Di Jun looked at him, hesitated for a long time, but still couldn't help asking, "Brother, is there… really no other way to completely eliminate the hidden danger of that blood sacrifice Great Array?"

Gu Yuan heard this and put down the book in his hands.

He looked at his brother, whose brow was furrowed with worry, and pretended to ponder for a moment.

Then he looked into Di Jun's eyes, and his gaze became "clear" and "helpless".

"Yes."

"But it requires one thing…"

"One thing that exists only in legend."

And that thing, he happens to have.

……

……

Pangu Hall.

This is the holy land of the Wu tribe, the central location where the twelve ancestor witches convene.

The hall is built from unknown gray-black giant stones, its style rugged and ancient, with carvings on the walls depicting Pangu creating heaven and earth and his body transforming into all things.

At this moment, twelve towering figures like demon gods sit around a huge stone table.

"Satisfying! That little brat Di Jun established the Heavenly Court, trying to command the primordial wilderness, but now we've trapped him above the Nine Heavens, making him nothing but an empty shell! I'd love to see where he puts his emperor's face!"

The hot-tempered fire god Zhurong slammed his palm on the stone table, shaking the entire hall three times. The flames rising all over his body scorched the space, twisting it.

"Exactly! Those feathered beastly scum of the Yao tribe ought to honestly stay in the heavens; this vast land belongs to our Wu tribe!" Thunder God Qiangliang crackled with electricity all over, letting out a booming roar, his words full of contempt for the Yao tribe.

The remaining warlike ancestor witches also chimed in, filling the hall with a cheerful atmosphere.

However, the Space Ancestor Witch Di Jiang, seated in the place of honor, kept his brows locked and remained silent. Looking at his brothers reveling in the hall, a vague unease welled up in his heart.

"Everyone, be quiet."

Di Jiang spoke. His voice wasn't loud, yet it instantly silenced the entire hall.

"Something's not right." Di Jiang's gaze swept over each ancestor witch present, his voice heavy.

"Brother, what's not right?" Gonggong said, surrounded by mist, letting out a cold snort,

"That little brat Di Jun, now forced by us to stay shut inside, hiding in the Heavenly Court like a caged chicken—this is totally wrong!"

"Yes, brother,"

Zhurong said in a muffled voice,

"We followed the plan, laying the blood sacrifice Great Array in the western primordial wilderness, provoking day and night. Logically, given the temperament of those Yao tribe fellows, they should have long since been unable to resist coming down to kill. Yet they've done the opposite: not only do they not attack the array eyes we set up, but they've taken to acting like turtles pulling their heads in, up in the heavens fiddling with whatever Zhou Tian Star Dou Great Array—what's the logic in that?"

This is exactly the source of Di Jiang's unease.

Their laying of the blood sacrifice Great Array truly aims neither at provocation nor at absorbing that bit of filthy resentful energy.

Rather, it is to force the Yao tribe to act.

As long as the Yao tribe dares to launch a large-scale attack on those blood sacrifice array eyes scattered across the west, the attack carrying their fortune will be completely absorbed and transformed by the Great Array, ultimately becoming a deadly poison that contaminates the entire Yao tribe's Heavenly Court.

This is called, "using their own method against them."

But now, the Yao tribe does not act.

They seem to have seen through their plot in advance, preferring to stay as turtles pulling their heads in within the Heavenly Court rather than set foot on the earth at all.

This renders all their arrangements futile.