Chapter 641

Gonggong also trod upon black water, his face iron-blue: "This is a once-in-a-thousand-years opportunity! The ten Golden Crows have no Heavenly Court great array protecting them; I can slap them dead with one palm strike, severing Di Jun's roots!"

Di Jiang stood in the center of the great hall, spatial laws transforming into invisible walls, firmly blocking the two of them.

"All of you get back and stand properly!"

Di Jiang shouted sternly, his voice like muffled thunder exploding.

Zhu Rong smashed a fist onto the spatial barrier, shaking the great hall with rumbling resonance: "You fear the Yao clan, I don't!"

"Fool!"

Di Jiang slapped the back of Zhu Rong's head with one palm, scattering most of the Southern Ming Li Fire on his body: "Is your brain filled with magma? Use your pig brain and think carefully — how could those ten Golden Crows possibly leave the heavily guarded Sun Star Palace silently and without a trace?"

The great hall fell silent for an instant.

Zhu Jiuyin narrowed his eyes slightly, temporal laws flowing in their depths: "Big Brother means someone is secretly fanning the flames?"

"Heavenly Secrets are chaotic." Di Jiang raised his head, his gaze seemingly piercing through the celestial canopy of Pangu Hall: "Even I cannot divine anything; those who can achieve this are only those lofty Saints."

"Saints?" Ju Mang frowned: "What do they want to do?"

"Balance." The corner of Di Jiang's mouth curled into a mocking cold smile: "The Yao clan, relying on the Heavenly Ranking and Heavenly Currency, has flourishing Qi luck — flourishing to the point that even Saints feel wary. These ten Golden Crows are a torch the Saints have thrown out, wanting to burn away the Yao clan's Qi luck."

Di Jiang walked before the Great Wasteland map, pointing at the region on it that was rapidly withering and turning red.

"Look at the killing karma created by these ten suns hanging in the sky! Hundreds of millions of living beings suffering, this boundless karmic force, every fraction of every second is backlashing against the Heavenly Court's Qi Luck Golden Dragon!"

"You only saw Di Jun's ten sons causing chaos, but did not see that behind this lies Heaven's gift to our Wu clan — an opportunity."

"Opportunity?" Zhu Rong froze, then laughed wildly: "What opportunity? Watching our people burned alive also counts as opportunity?"

"Of course it is opportunity."

Zhu Jiuyin, who had been silent all along, spoke slowly at this moment.

His half-open, half-closed eyes seemed able to see through past and future.

"Di Jun established the Human Teaching, protected the human race, gained Human Dao Qi luck, and occupied the great righteousness of 'benevolent virtue'. The Heavenly Court issued Heavenly Currency, established the Heavenly Ranking, lured with profit, binding all Scattered Cultivators of the Great Wasteland to his chariot. Our Wu clan, though bearing the name of Primordial Orthodoxy, has seen its prestige in the hearts of all beings plummet to the valley bottom."

Zhu Jiuyin paused, then continued: "Now, ten suns hang in the sky, living beings suffer. This is a Heaven-sent great tribulation, and also our Wu clan's sole chance to turn the world upside down."

"The Yao clan Heavenly Court, claiming to be masters of the Three Realms, executing the Dao on Heaven's behalf. Yet their Crown Prince has become the source of this great calamity. What supreme irony is this?"

"At this moment, if our Wu clan can step forward, pacify this disaster, save all beings from fire and water — you tell me, the beings of the Great Wasteland, whose grace will they remember? And the great righteousness of Heaven and Earth, on whose side will it stand?"

The words fell, and the entire Pangu Hall instantly fell quiet.

Zhu Rong, Gonggong, and the other Zu Wu, the rage on their faces gradually faded, replaced by contemplation and sudden realization.

They understood.

That scoundrel Di Jun, by protecting the weak human race, could net boundless Qi luck.

Then if our Wu clan saves the entire Great Wasteland, wouldn't that mean...

Di Jiang watched the change in his brothers' expressions, finally nodding, taking up the thread.

"Correct. This is a Yang Scheme."

"Di Jun's sons, we cannot kill." Di Jiang's voice was calm and decisive: "Kill them, and it becomes a fight to the death. With the Yao clan's current Qi luck, victory or defeat is uncertain — it would only let the Saints profit as the fisherman."

"But we also cannot do nothing."

Di Jiang walked to the center of the great hall, looking toward a gaunt Great Witch outside the hall, ten thousand zhang tall, muscles like dragons, holding a peach wood staff.

"Kuafu."

"Your son is here!" That Great Witch stepped forward, voice like a great bell.

"You are the one in our Wu clan with the swiftest feet and greatest endurance." Di Jiang's gaze settled on him: "Now, I give you a mission."

"Go chase the sun."

"Not kill, but chase." Di Jiang emphasized: "You must let all living beings of the Great Wasteland see that you, my Wu clan's warrior, are using your own flesh and blood to pursue those ten blazing suns, attempting to drive them away from the earth and return a clear sky to Heaven and Earth."

"You must let all beings know that when the Heavenly Court neglects its duty and the Heavenly Emperor indulges his son's rampage, it is our Wu clan guarding this land!"

Kuafu did not hesitate in the slightest, slamming the peach wood staff in his hand heavily onto the ground — the entire Pangu Hall trembled.

"Respectfully obeying the Zu Wu decree! Kuafu, even in death no regrets!"

The words not yet fallen, he had already transformed into a streak of light, rushing out of Mount Buzhou.

Inside Pangu Hall, Zhu Rong watched Kuafu's departing figure, finally completely understanding Di Jiang's scheme.

He slapped his thigh, roaring excitedly: "Marvelous! Big Brother, this move is too marvelous! We don't go kill those brats, we go save people! Let that scoundrel Di Jun worry himself! If he dares block Kuafu, he makes an enemy of all living beings in the Great Wasteland!"

Not only that.

This game of chess isn't over yet.

"We've been playing the grandson in the Di Fu for so long — what for? Isn't it just waiting for the Yao clan to make a mistake? Now the chance has come! A grand chance to let the Wu clan seize back the initiative, to make everything return to the right track!"

"So we just watch our clansmen get roasted to death?" Gonggong gritted his teeth.

"Great undertakings require sacrifice." Di Jiang's eyes were cold: "Not only not save, but add fuel to the fire. Pass my order to Xuanming and Qiangliang!"

"Have them notify all Wu clan lads serving as ghost officials in the Di Fu — effective immediately, total work stoppage!"

"Smash the dams of the Wangchuan River, release the evil ghosts of the Eighteen Levels of Di Fu! Drive all those resentful souls awaiting reincarnation onto the Naihe Bridge!"

These words spoken, all the Zu Wu sucked in a cold breath.

"Big Brother, this will completely paralyze the Di Fu! Ping Xin little sister's side..." Zhu Jiuyin worried.

"Ping Xin won't interfere." Di Jiang stated with absolute certainty: "She is an Earthly Dao Saint, only cares that the Reincarnation Wheel does not perish, doesn't care about internal turmoil. As long as the Six Paths of Reincarnation's vortex still turns, she absolutely will not intervene in the Wu-Yao conflict."

Di Jiang's fist slammed heavily onto the stone desk, stone chips flying.

"I'll make the Di Fu a total mess! I'll make Di Jun and that consumptive ghost Gu Yuan unable to attend to both ends!"

"Save the Golden Crows in the lower realm, and the Di Fu's authority will be seized back by us; the Heavenly Currency system they previously issued will instantly collapse!"

"Suppress the Di Fu, the ten Golden Crows will create unresolvable killing karma in the lower realm, the Heavenly Court will be backlashed to death by Heavenly Dao karmic force! The longer it drags, the more advantageous!"

Di Jiang laughed to the sky, his laughter filled with endless satisfaction and the ruthlessness of a heroic villain.

He wanted to see how that Donghuang Taiyi, who has always hidden behind Di Jun plotting strategies, would parry this move.