Chapter 640: Ten Suns Aloft, Heavenly Disaster Descends

Ten Xiao Jin Wu let out a burst of suppressed cheers.

"I'll go first!"

Lao San could no longer hold back, the first to transform into a streak of golden light and dart out from the cave entrance.

Freedom!

The long-missed fresh air of the Thirty-Three Heavens, mixed with boundless immortal spiritual qi, made him so comfortable he nearly moaned aloud.

He glanced back at that golden and splendid cage, then out at this vast boundless sea of clouds, and let out a loud, joyful cry.

"Come out quick! It's so much fun out here!"

One, two, three...

Ten Xiao Jin Wu, like a flock of birds escaped from a cage, scrambled out of the Sun Star Palace in a rush.

They curiously looked around; everything here felt novel to them.

In the distance immortal cranes danced; nearby jade towers and pavilions stood; below churned a sea of clouds; above glittered a galaxy of stars.

"Wow! So this is the Heavenly Court? Even prettier than Aunt said!"

"Look quick! What's that? Such a big peach!"

One Xiao Jin Wu spotted the distant Pantao Yuan, drooling with craving.

They went completely wild with play.

Ten streaks of golden light roamed freely through every corner of the Heavenly Court.

They revealed their true forms — ten millstone-sized little suns — chasing and frolicking above the sea of clouds.

Scorching Taizhen radiated from their bodies uncontrollably.

The sea of clouds was baked into rising steam, turning into rolling white mist. Some low-cultivation Xian'er and Servant Girls, merely brushed by that heat wave, felt their immortal bodies about to split apart and fled in terror.

Rare flowers and strange grasses planted outside the various palaces withered and yellowed in an instant.

"Hahaha! Come catch me!"

They treated this as a grand game, completely unaware of what chaos they were causing.

The Heavenly Court's alarm bell was struck instantly!

"Clang! Clang! Clang—!"

Urgent bell sounds spread across the Nine Heavens.

"Bad! It's the Di Zi Prince!"

"Quick! Quick, go report to the Tian Huang Tianhou!"

Countless Divine Soldiers surged from all directions, trying to intercept them, yet dared not truly make a move.

Those are the Heavenly Emperor's legitimate sons, the future Yao Clan Crown Prince — who dares harm a hair on them?

And the Xiao Jin Wu, seeing so many come to "play" with them, grew even more excited.

They pushed their speed to the limit, like ten bolts of golden lightning, easily tearing through the Divine Soldiers' encirclement, rampaging straight out of the Nan Tian Men!

Honghuang Dadi!

When they first looked down on this vast boundless desolate land, they were utterly shaken by the sight before them.

Mountains like dragons, winding and undulating.

Rivers like ribbons, surging ceaselessly.

Countless Sheng Ming, Ant-like, multiplied and lived on this land.

"This is Father Emperor's realm!"

An innate pride and Hegemonic Way welled up in their hearts.

They let out piercing cries, fully manifesting their Three-legged Golden Crow true bodies.

Ten true suns rose slowly into the sky!

Each sun radiated terrifying Star Heat enough to burn mountains and boil seas.

One sun, for the Great Wasteland, is life.

Ten Suns, for the Great Wasteland, is a world-destroying Heavenly Disaster!

"Boom—"

Terrifying heat waves, like a tangible sea of fire, poured down from above the Nine Heavens.

The earth cracked open.

In just a few breaths, land for a hundred million li in all directions turned into scorched earth. All vegetation instantly turned to flying ash.

Rivers evaporated.

Surging great rivers dried up and cut off at a speed visible to the naked eye, exposing cracked riverbeds.

Countless Sheng Ming died wailing.

Those Human Tribes just recently born, still in swaddling, had not the slightest power to resist before this Heavenly Disaster.

Their skin split under the Star Heat, blood steamed dry, ultimately turning into charred black dry corpses.

In merely the time of one incense stick, millions of Sheng Ming perished miserably in this unintentional "game."

Boundless karma began to gather above the Nine Heavens.

Yet those ten Xiao Jin Wu remained completely unaware.

They only felt that under their radiance this land below had become much "cleaner," and an inexplicable pleasure rose in their hearts.

That thread of Jingqi planted by Hongjun, representing destruction and tyranny, was quietly Taking Root and Sprouting in the depths of their Primordial Spirit.

Pangu Hall.

"Huh? What's going on? Why did the weather suddenly get so hot?"

Zhu Rong wiped sweat from his forehead, grumbling irritably.

"Not just heat."

Ju Mang stood up abruptly, his expression grave as he looked out of the hall.

He could clearly feel that the entire Honghuang Dadi was emitting waves of agonized wailing.

Just At This Time.

Outside the hall, a Great Witch stumbled in, his face full of terror.

"Report—! Reporting to the Ancestral Witch Lords! In the sky... ten Suns have appeared in the sky!"

"What?!"

Ancestral Witch Shock.

They strode out of Pangu Hall in a single step, raising their heads to look at the sky.

Only to see, above the Nine Heavens, ten golden blazing suns, wantonly unleashing their Star Destruction divine might.

"They are Di Jun's offspring!"

Zhu Rong's eyes instantly reddened, "This bunch of Bald Feathered Beasts! They are slaughtering our Wu clan's people!"

"Kill! Kill them!"

The Nanming Lihuo around his body had already Transform Into substance, scorching the void until it crackled, as if Next Moment he would rush out of Mount Buzhou and burn those ten damn brats to ash.

"Exactly! Older Brother! Those ten little bastards are slaughtering our people, burning the Great Earth we protect! How can this be endured?" The black water beneath Gonggong's feet surged, bone-chilling cold air almost freezing the Great Hall.

"Request battle!"

"Request battle!"

Qiangliang, She Bi Shi, Xi Zi... the warlike Ancestral Witches stepped forward one after another, murderous Qi soaring to the heavens, only awaiting Di Jiang's command to kill their way up to the Nine Heavens.

They looked at the Heavenly Mirror suspended in midair; in the mirror, the Honghuang Dadi was barren for a thousand li, Jianghe cut off, Wu Qiong Shu Sheng Ming wailing as they turned to charred coal. Those Wu clan affiliated tribes that had just begun to multiply died in large patches, without even a chance to struggle.

This scene stimulated their nerves more than any words.

"All of you shut up!"

Di Jiang's icy voice rang out, forcefully suppressing all the Ancestral Witches' surging auras.

He stared dead at the Heavenly Mirror, those pupils capable of piercing through space held no anger, only a heart-palpitating calm.

"Older Brother!" Zhu Rong Star Roar, the Nanming Lihuo around his body licked the hall's stone pillars like it was out of control, "Di Jun's ten little brats are roasting our clansmen outside, and you want me to just watch?!"

"Last time was the Heavenly Ranking, you endured! This time, those ten little brats have ridden up to our necks and shat, and you still want to endure?!"

"Our Wu clan, when did we become this useless? Father God Kāitiān Pìdì, we are Father God's descendants, are we supposed to just Yan Yan Kan this Da Di be destroyed by a bunch of Bald Feathered Beasts?"

Zhu Rong trembled all over with rage, he couldn't understand why his always decisive Older Brother would retreat again and again.