Chapter 616: Elder Brother Has Grown Up

"Boom—!"

The originally boiling, roaring Netherworld Blood Sea, seemingly endless, let out a muffled wail at this moment.

Minghe Laozu's handsome and demonic face instantly turned pale as paper.

"My Blood Sea Origin... Di Jun! You dare sever my foundation!"

His pride, "Blood Sea Not Dry, Minghe Not Dead," its core lay in the symbiosis between the Blood Sea and the Great Wasteland's earth veins.

Now that this connection was severed, the Blood Sea became a pool of dead water; use a drop, and there is one less drop!

Originally, even if Di Jun acted, it was absolutely impossible to sever it!

Because what was connected here was the Entire Wasteland!

Unless one had the power to withstand the resentment of the Entire Wasteland, relying on one's own strength alone, it was absolutely impossible to achieve this step!

However, do not forget, the one acting this time... was absolutely not Di Jun alone!

There were also those twelve towering Ancestral Witch true bodies!

Witch and Yao joining forces was the real reason Di Jun could seize the opportunity to break the Blood Sea!!

"Di Jiang!"

Minghe roared with all his strength, his scarlet eyes full of resentment and madness,

"You Wu Clan boast of being Primordial Orthodoxy, yet act as dogs for this bunch of feathered and horned beasts! The Asura Clan was created by us joining forces, the Blood Sacrifice was also tacitly permitted by you! Now you want to kill me to silence me? Dream on!"

He fiercely slapped his chest, spraying a large mouthful of deep red Blood Sea Demonic Essence onto the Yutu and Aobi Swords.

"Blood God Child, explode! Today this Laozu will drag you bunch of fools to be buried with me!"

Twelve Million Nine Thousand Six Hundred Blood God Child Avatars manifested in the Blood Sea, each emitting a violent destructive aura, like Twelve Million stars about to detonate.

Di Jiang's eyes were ice cold, ignoring Minghe's impotent rage, merely turning his head to look at that towering figure wearing the Nine Dragon Imperial Robe above the Nine Heavens.

"Di Jun."

Di Jiang's voice was like rolling thunder, "Since my Wu Clan has answered the summons of the 'Demon-Suppressing Alliance' Decree, willing to remove this great harm for the Great Wasteland. I, as Heavenly Emperor, should naturally help bring it to completion. This first merit, let it go to you Wu Clan."

He was forcing Di Jun and the Yao Clan to also act completely.

Only this way could the Yao Clan and himself together bear a portion of the Cause and Effect!

With his understanding of the Yao Clan, under this provocation, Di Jun would inevitably make the entire Yao Clan act completely!

As expected, the crowd of Yao in Lingxiao Baodian instantly raged.

"Presumptuous! Barbarian rabble, how dare you be rude to the Heavenly Emperor!" Ji Meng shouted loudly, the trident in his hand pointing straight down.

Everyone's gazes converged on Di Jun.

According to Di Jun's usual Hegemonic Way and fierce temper, at this moment he would inevitably sacrifice the Hetu Luoshu, suppressing Minghe and the Twelve Ancestral Witches together, using Taizhen to tell the entire Great Wasteland who is the true co-ruler of heaven and earth.

Even Di Jiang thought so.

He had even secretly gathered power, ready to respond to Di Jun's thunderous strike at any moment, then together with Di Jun annihilate the Blood Sea!

However.

On the Nine Dragons Sandalwood Palanquin, Di Jun's pair of eyes, seemingly burning with great sun golden flames, slowly swept over the Twelve Ancestral Witches below who faced a great enemy, and glanced at the maddened Minghe.

He suddenly laughed.

In that smile, there was only a lofty indifference, and a composure that saw through everything.

"Yao Clan Army, listen to command."

Di Jun slowly raised his right hand.

"Withdraw formation, retreat thirty thousand li."

As these words fell, heaven and earth fell dead silent.

Ten million Yao Bing and Yao Jiang were stunned, a flash of shock passed through Bai Ze's eyes, then turned into deep admiration.

Di Jiang's pupils abruptly contracted, the spatial laws swirling around his body even showing a momentary disorder.

Zhu Rong, Gonggong and the other Ancestral Witches stared wide-eyed, as if they had seen a ghost.

"Emperor..."

Kunpeng couldn't help stepping forward, urgently saying, "Minghe is already a turtle in a jar; this is precisely the excellent opportunity to completely erase him and raise our Heavenly Court's might, why retreat?"

"Retreat."

Di Jun did not explain, merely spat out a single word.

Heavenly Emperor's majesty, undeniable.

The star light filling the sky instantly converged, three hundred sixty-five Star Spirit Main Banners ceased attacking, the ten million Yao Clan Army moved as one, retreating rearward in neat unison, forming ranks to watch from the high heavens at the Blood Sea's edge.

The air above the Blood Sea, originally filled with star light and killing, instantly emptied out, leaving only the Twelve Ancestral Witches and Minghe Laozu facing each other.

Di Jun brushed off non-existent dust from his imperial robe, tone calm to the point of infuriation:

"Fellow Daoist Di Jiang, since the Wu Clan responded to Our 'Demon-Suppressing Alliance' Decree, willing to remove this great harm for the Great Wasteland. I, as Heavenly Emperor, naturally should help bring it to completion. This first merit, then let it go to you Wu Clan."

Di Jun's mouth hooked a cold arc.

"Go on, let Me see your sincerity. Don't let the Hónghuāng Wànzú think the Wu Clan's demon-suppressing is just empty talk."

Di Jiang was completely stunned.

Wrong!

This doesn't match what the script said!

Shouldn't Di Jun be provoked by me into fighting, then fooled by my retreat, and only then join hands to behead Minghe?!

How could Di Jun possibly have this much brains!!

That bald feathered beast has always only known to smash with Taizhen, when did he ever have this kind of borrowing force to strike force, watching from the other shore scheming?!

Could it be that previous series of Yang Schemes forcing Saints and the Wu Clan into desperation were really all analyzed by him alone?

Di Jiang was shocked and horrified in his heart, but at this moment the Yao Clan Army had already retreated, countless pairs of eyes from the Hónghuāng Wànzú were staring at the Blood Sea.

But now the words have been spoken, the Wu clan's "Exorcise Demons" banner has already been raised, and this black pot cannot be shaken off no matter what — we must act!

Di Jiang's face turned icy cold to the extreme; he gritted his teeth and shouted sternly: "Attack! Spare no cost, quickly kill Minghe!"

Thirty-Three Heavens, Donghuang Palace.

Gu Yuan leaned lazily half-reclining on a soft couch carved from Nine Heavens Warm Jade, wrapped in that signature snow-white fox fur robe, holding a Purple Gold Warm Stove in his hands, occasionally putting on a show of coughing lightly a couple of times.

Before him, a Heavenly Mirror floated suspended, clearly reflecting a scene on the Blood Sea Battlefield.

When he saw Di Jun order a retreat, casually tossing the task of killing Minghe to Di Jiang.

In Gu Yuan's deep clear eyes, a trace of extremely comfortable amusement flashed.

"Cough cough..." he coughed lightly, yet the corner of his mouth couldn't help but curve upward, "Brother, you've finally grown up."

Before this, although Di Jun was overbearing and majestic, possessing the bearing of an emperor, whenever he encountered something, his first reaction was always "smash it with my fist" or "burn him to death with Taizhen."

This kind of temperament is more than enough to be a peerless fierce general who charges into battle, but to be the Heavenly Emperor, it still lacks a bit of seasoning.

On this chessboard of the Great Wasteland that devours people without spitting out bones, where Cause and Effect are tangled like a chaotic mess, relying solely on force will sooner or later make one become cannon fodder of the Quantity Calamity.

Therefore, Gu Yuan has been subtly influencing him all along, teaching him endurance, teaching him to borrow momentum, teaching him what a Yang Scheme is.

Today, Di Jun handed in a passing answer sheet.

"Prince."

The Bai Ze avatar standing attendantly beside him, watching Di Jun's response in the Heavenly Mirror, had eyes full of fanaticism and reverence, "The Emperor's imperial arts have already reached the realm of transformation; this time it's the Wu clan's turn to be used as a spear."

Bai Ze knew very well that Di Jun could have this transformation, all thanks to the Great Emperor Taiyi on the soft couch who appears frail but has actually schemed the entire Great Wasteland.

Gu Yuan gathered his fox fur robe, shifted to a more comfortable posture, and said leisurely:

"Fighting and killing, that is a brute's work."

"Minghe is covered in karma, reeking to high heaven. Killing him would bring a whole mess of trouble. Since the Wu clan is willing to do the job for us, we naturally should help them achieve their aim."

He watched in the Heavenly Mirror as the Twelve Ancestral Witches had already collided violently with Minghe's Blood God Children, severed limbs and broken arms flying together with blood water, the scene tragic to the extreme.

"Let the bullets fly a while longer."