Chapter 552: Ten Thousand Years

These words were like a head-on blow, raising the thoughts of everyone in the hall from the blood feud before their eyes to a strategic level concerning the fate of the entire race for ages to come.

Indeed!

What does it matter to compete with the Witch Race for short-term gains and show off the courage of a reckless man?

Even if they killed their way down to the world today, slaughtered Chiyou, and destroyed Hou Yi, what could it change?

As long as the Twelve Ancestral Witches did not die, and as long as the foundation of that strange blood-sacrificing Great Array remained, the Monster Race would have no peace.

But if...

If in Zixiao Palace, His Majesty the Heavenly Emperor could obtain the favor of the Saint and glimpse that one line of mystery to become a Saint...

At that time, the mere Witch Race could be destroyed with a flip of the hand!

This was the true way to draw the firewood from under the cauldron and solve the problem once and for all!

"Brother..."

Di Jun looked at Gu Yuan's eyes, which were slightly sickly but incomparably clear, and endless gratitude and self-reproach surged in his heart.

He had the name of Heavenly Emperor but had almost led the entire Monster Race into the abyss of doom in a fit of rage.

And his brother, suffering from heavy injuries and a deficient origin, was still racking his brains for the future of the entire Monster Race, pointing out the heavenly secrets in one word and pointing out the way forward for himself and the entire Monster Race.

This kindness and this wisdom were heavier than Mount Buzhou and deeper than the four seas!

"I... understand." Di Jun took a deep breath. The monstrous rage and killing intent in his eyes completely receded, replaced by an unprecedented calmness and determination.

He turned to face all the monster gods in the hall, his voice majestic, spreading across the nine heavens: "Pass my decree!"

"From this day on, the Heavenly Court will seal the South Heaven Gate. Without my hand-written decree, no one is allowed to descend to the world without authorization!"

"Xi Emperor, Monster Master, you two are responsible for overall planning and urging the refining of the Zhou Tian Star Banners. Within ten thousand years, I want to see all three hundred and sixty-five main banners in their places!"

"The other Monster Saints, return to your positions, guard the nodes of the Zhou Tian Xing Dou Formation, organize the star power, stabilize the Heavenly Court's destiny, and do not make any mistakes!"

"I will go into seclusion to comprehend and make full preparations for the Zixiao Palace lecture ten thousand years later!"

"As for Shangyang's hatred today and the blood of the thirty thousand monster soldiers..." Di Jun's voice turned cold, his killing intent awe-inspiring. "The day I return from Zixiao Palace will be the day I settle the final account with the Witch Race!"

"We obey Your Majesty's decree!"

Inside the great hall, Fuxi, Kunpeng, Shangyang, and all the Monster Saints bowed in unison, their voices filled with unprecedented determination and conviction.

A crisis that could have overturned the Heavenly Court was turned into the supreme motivation for the entire Monster Race to bury their heads and develop, accumulating strength, in just a few words from Gu Yuan.

Having arranged everything, Di Jun turned back again, looking at his brother, who was "weaker" again on the soft chair, his heart full of heartache.

"Brother, you go back to the palace and rest well. I..."

"Brother,"

Gu Yuan interrupted him, raised his head, and looked at him with those "innocent" eyes. "The Zixiao Palace lecture is of great importance. Although my cultivation is low, I also want to... accompany Brother to see the world."

Upon hearing this, Di Jun was stunned for a moment, and then a warm current surged in his heart.

He knew his brother didn't want to see the world. He clearly wanted to point things out for him in case something went wrong while he was there alone.

"Good! Good! Good!" Di Jun said "good" three times, his eyes slightly red. "You and I are brothers, we should go together!"

He personally supported Gu Yuan, sent him back to the Eastern Emperor Palace step by step, and repeatedly told the maids to take good care of him, before leaving with a look back every few steps, throwing himself into the tense preparations... no, preparations for class.

Inside the bedchamber, only Gu Yuan was left.

The look of illness and fatigue on his face faded like a tide.

He leisurely lay back on the rocking chair carved from Sun God Crystal, a comfortable arc curling at the corner of his mouth.

The clamor dissipated; this was his own time for thinking.

Gu Yuan casually threw the snow-white fox fur cloak used to disguise his weakness to the side and reached out his right hand, grasping the void.

"Hum—"

An extremely slight bell chime that seemed to suppress the heavens and the Dao sounded in his palm.

A simple and small bronze bell mark appeared in his palm, emitting wisps of gray chaotic airflow, instantly sealing the space of the entire Eastern Emperor Palace so tightly that even the will of the Heavenly Dao could not penetrate it.

Innate Supreme Treasure, Eastern Emperor Bell.

With this supreme treasure isolating the heavenly secrets, Gu Yuan finally relaxed completely, leaning lazily on the soft couch, his fingers tapping unconsciously on the armrest, making a crisp "thud, thud, thud" sound.

The great hall was silent, only this tapping sound echoing.

Gu Yuan's brain, however, was running at an unprecedented speed at this moment, frantically reviewing everything that had just happened.

The Battle of Falling Mist Valley.

Shangyang heavily injured, thirty thousand monster soldiers wiped out, three top Great Witches appearing.

And... at the very last moment, the Zixiao Palace decree that spanned the nine heavens and forcibly smoothed out all killing intent.

"Zixiao Palace second lecture... Dao of Great Luo, wonder of Quasi-Saint, method of proving the Dao by cutting off the three corpses..."

Gu Yuan chewed on these words in his mouth, a mocking sneer gradually curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Sure enough, exactly as I guessed. This old guy has finally entered the game."

Gu Yuan closed his eyes, re-deducing the chessboard of the entire Witch-Monster hegemony in his mind.

In fact, from the very beginning, when he saw the bone fragment with the extremely weak source-extinguishing aura, he speculated about the possible existence of the Zang Tian Ge.

He deliberately pretended to faint in front of Di Jun, causing Di Jun to fly into a rage, sending Kunpeng to investigate, and finally finding the blood-sacrificing Great Array of the Ten Thousand Bone Cave.

Although it seemed unrelated to Zang Tian Ge.

It accidentally contributed to the worsening of the conflict between the Witches and Monsters.

According to the normal Primordial trajectory, after the Monster Race learned of the Witch Race's provocation and even the attempt to pollute the Monster Race's destiny, given Di Jun's arrogant imperial temperament and the fact that the Monster Race had just established the Heavenly Court and was at its most arrogant, they would inevitably have poured out in full force and killed their way to the Primordial land.

That would have been an extremely tragic and protracted bloody battle.

The Monster Race would have fought to the death with the Witch Race on the ground, their destiny would have been crazily consumed by the blood-sacrificing Great Array, and both sides would have formed an irredeemable blood feud, triggering the calamity in advance.

So Gu Yuan stopped all of this.

Not only did he not let the Monster Race descend to the world, but he also proposed the strategy of "closing the country" and "refining the Zhou Tian Star Banners," turning the entire Monster Heavenly Court into an airtight iron bucket, forcibly holding down the Monster Race's war machine.

The Witch Race set up a net on the ground, but the Monster Race didn't come down.

This was like punching cotton, making those muscle-brained Ancestral Witches feel extremely stifled.

Sure enough, the Witch Race couldn't hold back.

They took the initiative to attack, setting an ambush in Falling Mist Valley, hunting Monster Saint Shangyang, intending to use Shangyang's life as bait to force the Monster Heavenly Court to enter the fray.

As long as Shangyang died, Di Jun would inevitably go crazy, and the Monster army would inevitably rush down to the world regardless of everything.

The calamity conflict would inevitably erupt again. ===== CHAPTER 553 =====