Chapter 603

Above the Nine Heavens, the Yao Clan Heavenly Court.

Matters indeed unfolded exactly as Gu Yuan and Di Jiang had anticipated……

Lingxiao Baodian.

Di Jun sat upon the Imperial Throne, listening to one Yao Jiang after another deliver battle reports from across the Great Wasteland, his complexion growing darker and darker.

"Oracle Emperor! In the west of the Great Wasteland, by the Heishui He, three Human Tribes, totalling over eight thousand people, were slaughtered to the last by the Asura Clan!"

"Oracle Emperor! On the fringes of the Ten Thousand Great Mountains in Nanzhou Buzhou, five Human villages turned into blood-soaked earth overnight!"

"Oracle Emperor……"

One bloody piece of news after another, like resounding slaps to the face, whipped viciously across Di Jun's face, across the face of the entire Yao Clan Heavenly Court.

Even though the Human Race had just gained Great Merit and Virtue, this butcher's knife still had not stopped!

It continued secretly still!

Where was the Heavenly Court's majesty?

Where was the Heavenly Emperor's dignity?

"Minghe! You whelp, how dare you!"

Di Jun sprang to his feet, terrifying Emperor's Might erupting with a boom; the terrifying aura of a Quasi-Sage Two Corpses made the entire Lingxiao Baodian hum and tremble.

"Emperor, quell your anger." Fuxi held the Hetu Luoshu, brow tightly furrowed, "This is Minghe's outward compliance but inward defiance, perhaps even a self-directed act; we absolutely must not act impulsively and fall into their trap."

"So we just watch with eyes wide open as they slaughter the Human Race, trample the Heavenly Court's majesty?!"

Currently, a portion of the Human Race's Qi Qi resides within the Yao Clan.

Human Race strong, then Yao Clan strong.

The Yao Clan naturally should shelter the Human Race, reduce Human Race losses.

Yet the Asura Clan of Minghe acts thus, no different from slapping the Yao Clan Heavenly Court in the face!

And not just once or twice!

Just as Di Jun prepared to take the field personally.

"Cough cough……"

A familiar coughing sound came from outside the hall.

Di Jun whipped his head around.

Only to see Gu Yuan draped in a Fox Fur Robe, supported by a Servant Girl, walking in with a staggering gait of three steps per sway.

"Younger Brother!"

The fury on Di Jun's face instantly transformed into tension and concern.

"Elder Brother……" Gu Yuan smiled weakly, "I know Elder Brother you are worried. Let me ask you: in the Great Wasteland right now, who most hopes to see the Human Race slaughtered?"

Di Jun answered without thinking: "Naturally the Wu Clan and Minghe!"

"Wrong." Gu Yuan shook his head.

"Hm?" Di Jun was incomprehending.

"The ones who most hope the Human Race is slaughtered are us." Gu Yuan's voice was not loud, yet like a bolt of thunder from the blue.

"What?!"

Not only Di Jun, all the Yao Shen widened their eyes, suspecting they had misheard.

Has Great Emperor Taiyi gone mad?

The Human Race is the foundation of the Human Teaching they just established, the new growth point of Heavenly Mandate Qi.

How could they hope for them to be slaughtered?

"Younger Brother, you……" Di Jun's brow knitted tight; he felt his brother shouldn't be one to speak nonsense.

"Elder Brother, don't rush." Gu Yuan coughed lightly twice, signalling Di Jun to calm down, "Let me ask you again: the Human Race was created by Nüwa Shengren, correct?"

"Naturally." Di Jun nodded.

"Nüwa Shengren is now a Heavenly Dao Saint, undying and indestructible, Wànjié Bùmó. The Human Race she created is the continuation of her 'Dao' in the Great Wasteland. The stronger the Human Race, the more Qi Qi she gains. Conversely, if the Human Race is exterminated, her Saint Position also faces the danger of shaking."

Gu Yuan analyzed unhurriedly; the Yao Shen in the hall all listened in a fog, not understanding what this had to do with hoping the Human Race would be slaughtered.

"Right now, our Yao Clan Heavenly Court has proclaimed protection of the Human Race. Meanwhile the Wu Clan's ally the Asura Sect is madly slaughtering the Human Race. Elder Brother, you tell me: in the eyes of this Saint Nüwa Shengren, who is friend, who is foe?"

A flash of realization crossed Di Jun's eyes.

"But Nüwa Shengren in Zixiao Palace has already drawn a clear line with us. She follows the Heavenly Dao, unwilling to be entangled in Wu-Yao Karma again; I fear she will not intervene to help." Di Jun voiced his worry.

"She is unwilling, but the Heavenly Dao will force her hand." The corner of Gu Yuan's mouth hooked into a meaningful arc.

"The Human Race are the future Heaven's Chosen Protagonists; this is the Heavenly Mandate and Great Trend, irreversible. Now the protagonists are weak, yet someone wants to strangle the protagonists in the cradle; how could the Heavenly Dao stand by and watch? Nüwa, as the Human-Creating Saint, is the first Protector the Heavenly Dao appointed for the Human Race. If she does not act, it is dereliction of duty, it is defiance of the Heavenly Dao."

"So, we need do nothing."

"We only need to spread the news of the Asura slaughtering the Human Race throughout the entire Great Wasteland. The wider the spread, the bigger the uproar, the better."

"We must let all beings in the Great Wasteland see that our Yao Clan Heavenly Court has the heart to protect, yet the Wu Clan and Blood Sea evil demons collude, using despicable means, stopping at nothing."

"We must let the lofty Nüwa Shengren see that her children are suffering Destruction of the Heavens."

"The more Humans die, the more miserably they die, the heavier the Cause and Effect the Wu Clan and Minghe bear, the greater the pressure on Nüwa Shengren. When this pressure grows so large even a Saint cannot ignore it……"

Gu Yuan paused, looked at Di Jun, and said word by word: "She will have no choice but to make a choice."

"To watch helplessly as her own Dao is shaken, or to act, set right what is wrong."

"Even…… we can also pull the Wu Clan in together."

Inside Lingxiao Baodian, Di Jun, who had still been immersed in such a grand narrative as "Saint's Game," suffered an instant mental crash.

He stared blankly at his own younger brother, suspecting he had misheard.

Pull the Wu Clan in?

Together do what?

Go together to offer incense to Empress Nüwa, praying she will act soon?

Not only Di Jun, even Sheep Emperor Fuxi, who has always been known for his wisdom and schemes, wears a baffled expression at this moment.

"Is Great Emperor Taiyi joking? The Wu Clan and we are mortal enemies; that Asura Clan is even their secretly supported lackey used against our Heavenly Court. Ask us to go pull them along together? If they don't take the chance to stab us in the back, that would already be Father God Pangu manifesting his spirit."

"Yes, Younger Brother. Those Wu Clan barbarians have nothing in their heads but muscle and killing intent. Making them go deal with their own allies, how is that possible?" Di Jun shakes his head, expressing disagreement.

However, his proposal to drag a Saint into the water... is not bad.

"Elder Brother, the Wu Clan are not fools; at least, Di Jiang is not." Gu Yuan acts as if he does not see the strange gazes of the crowd in the great hall.

"The human race creates writing, Heaven sends down Merit and Virtue, the Yao Clan takes away twenty percent. With such a great commotion, if Di Jiang still cannot see that the human race is the future Heaven's Chosen Protagonists, then his position as the foremost of the Twelve Ancestral Witches has been held in vain."

"Right now, they are even more anxious than we are."