Chapter 642: Been Schemed Against!!

The Great Wasteland.

Kuafu's figure, like a moving mountain peak, sprinted wildly across the cracked earth.

Every step he took spanned ten thousand li.

The peach wood staff in his hand, with every swing, could stir the power of the earth, raising clouds of dust that blotted out the sky, attempting to slightly block that scorching sunlight, winning a moment of respite for the surviving living beings.

His figure was soon noticed by the myriad spirits of the Great Wasteland.

"Look quick! What is that?"

"It's a Witch! It's the Great Witch of the Witch Clan!"

"He's chasing the sun! Heavens, what does he intend to do?"

"He's saving us! He's using his own body to shield us from the sunlight!"

Countless surviving living beings poked their heads out from mountain caves and ground fissures, watching that never-stopping figure in shock.

They saw Kuafu's skin cracking inch by inch under the blazing sun, fresh blood not yet flowing out before being evaporated into blood mist.

Kuafu's mouth was parched and tongue scorched; he casually swallowed a dried-up great river along with the mud and sand in its riverbed into his belly, just to relieve his thirst for the moment.

At this moment, emotions of being moved and admiration quietly spread in the hearts of countless living beings.

Some Human Tribe survivors, watching that figure standing tall between heaven and earth, involuntarily knelt down.

They did not understand what Heaven's Chosen Protagonists were, did not understand what the struggle for Qi Qi was.

They only knew that at their most desperate moment, this Demon God from the Witch Clan, like a true deity, brought them hope.

Threads of pure Belief Power no longer flew toward the Orc Clan Heavenly Court above the Nine Heavens, but gathered onto Kuafu's body, infusing new strength into his nearly exhausted frame.

In the Pangu Hall, Di Jiang watched this scene, the corner of his mouth finally hooking a trace of cold arc.

Ren Dao Yun?

From today on, it should change owners.

……

Heavenly Court, Lingxiao Baodian.

The atmosphere was oppressive like a dead domain.

"Clang! Clang! Clang——!"

The shrill urgent alarm bell had already rung for a full incense stick of time, not only not stopping but growing even louder.

Di Jun sat on the Jiulong Baozuò, face like still water; the Heavenly Mirror before him clearly reflected the miserable state of the Great Wasteland.

Red earth for a thousand li, living beings suffering.

Those charred corpses, those faces of despair and pain, were like red-hot steel needles, fiercely stabbing into his Heart of Dao.

What made his heart and gallbladder shatter even more were those ten wheels frolicking wantonly above the Nine Heavens, the golden suns that knew nothing of the calamity they caused.

Those were his sons, the flesh and blood of him and Xi He.

"Emperor! We cannot wait any longer!"

Youshi Kunpeng was the first to step out; on that sinister face of his, right now was full of anxiety, "The Taiyangzi are young and ignorant, not knowing how to restrain the Taizhen. If this continues, the billions of living beings of the Great Wasteland will likely be wiped out! At that time, boundless karma will descend, and our Yao Clan's Qi Qi will be in danger!"

"Emperor, this minister requests permission to go down and bring the ten Princes back!" Bai Ze bowed, his elegant face written full of gravity.

"Bring them back?"

Di Jun abruptly raised his head, golden Sun True Fire wildly surging in his eyes, "And then? Tell the myriad spirits of the Great Wasteland that Di Jun's sons slaughtered millions of living beings, and just need to be brought home and grounded?"

"Wouldn't the Human Teaching our Yao Clan just established, the benevolent image just built, become a colossal joke!"

Di Jun abruptly stood up, one kick overturning the jade table before him.

Boom!

The jade table carved from ten-thousand-year warm jade instantly turned to dust.

"Report——!"

Just at this time, a Jiangjun stumbled rushing into the great hall, face full of panic.

"Oracle Emperor! Witch Clan Great Witch Kuafu, emerging from Mount Buzhou, is currently chasing the ten Princes!"

"What?!"

These words spoken, the court full of Yao Shen, faces changed again.

The Heavenly Mirror image shifted.

Only to see on the Great Wasteland, a figure standing tall between heaven and earth, striding legs at inconceivable speed sprinting wildly; ahead of him were precisely those ten golden little suns.

Kuafu Chases the Sun!

"Good one Di Jiang! Good one Gu Yu!"

The River Chart and Luo Book in his hand frantically operated, yet could only see a piece of chaotic Heavenly Secrets, as well as the Witch Clan's rapidly rising Yunqi.

"Emperor, we've been schemed against!" Fuxi anxiously said, "Di Jiang's move is not to kill the Princes, but to win hearts and seize our Yao Clan's Ren Dao Yun!"

"He lets Kuafu chase the sun, casting himself as the hero saving all living beings. While we become the villains indulging our offspring in crime! Under this waxing and waning, our Yao Clan's Great Trend is in danger!"

Di Jun dead-stared at Kuafu's figure in the Heavenly Mirror, chest heaving violently.

He naturally saw through Di Jiang's Yang Scheme.

But what could he do?

Send someone to intercept Kuafu? Tell him, stop chasing, those are my sons, let them play a while longer?

Then the Orc Clan Heavenly Court would truly become the public enemy of the Three Realms, the laughingstock for ten thousand ages.

But if he ignores it, lets Kuafu chase like this, the Witch Clan's prestige will reach the peak, and all his previous efforts will go to waste.

"Di Jiang……"

Di Jun gritted his teeth, squeezing out two words from between his teeth.

"Imperial Edict……"

Di Jun took a deep breath, about to give the order.

"Elder Brother."

A weak yet exceptionally clear voice came from the corner of the Da Dian.

The gazes of all the Yao Shen snapped over in unison.

They saw that the Great Emperor Taiyi had arrived at some unknown time.

"Younger Brother!"

Di Jun flashed, instantly appearing beside the Soft Couch, grabbing Gu Yuan's arm with one hand, "Please, Younger Brother, lend Elder Brother a hand!"

"No problem." Gu Yuan shook his head lightly, then coughed twice more, "Just a small scene, won't die."

Gu Yuan patted Di Jun's hand, signaling him to calm down.

"Elder Brother, now is not the time for anger. These ten little brats have been schemed against."