Chapter 646: Stealing Heaven, Changing the Sun

"Taiyi! Your life is forfeit!"

Zhu Rong laughed wildly, transforming into a ten-thousand-zhang-tall flame demon god, and threw a punch at that solitary carriage.

He seemed to already see the scene of that sickly weakling, together with his magnificent carriage, turning to flying ash beneath his fist.

However, just as his fist was about to touch the carriage.

"Clang——"

An ancient, unadorned bell sound, as if originating from the initial opening of Chaos, rang out leisurely.

A faint golden ripple, visible to the naked eye, spread out in all directions with the carriage as its center.

Zhu Rong's fist, along with those ten torrents of law that could destroy heaven and earth, slammed into the faint golden ripple, yet it was like a mud ox entering the sea, failing to stir even a single ripple.

Donghuang Bell!

Innate Supreme Treasure, defense unmatched!

"Hmph! The turtle shell is quite hard!"

Zhu Rong let out a cold snort, yet he was not surprised.

If they couldn't even break the Donghuang Bell, what were they scheming for.

"Zhu Jiuyin!"

Zhu Rong shouted explosively.

Zhu Jiuyin, who had been hiding in the void, those half-open half-closed eyes suddenly snapped wide open!

Time, at this moment, froze.

Be it the rampaging torrents of law, or that spreading faint golden ripple, they all bizarrely stagnated in mid-air.

"Break!"

The other nine Ancestral Witches seized this one-ten-thousandth of an instant, condensed all their origin laws into a single point, and ruthlessly bombarded the Donghuang Bell's defense!

Crack——

An extremely faint shattering sound rang out.

Upon that impregnable faint golden ripple, a single crack finally appeared!

"Di Jiang, oh Di Jiang, to kill me, you even staked your own life. Truly... you think highly of me."

He knew, he had now fallen into a dead end.

The Donghuang Bell's defense was strong, but ultimately it would be breached.

Counting on those half-dead Monster Sages outside was even more a pipe dream.

Elder brother Di Jun was dragged down in Youming, distant water cannot save a nearby fire.

The only way to break the deadlock...

Gu Yuan's gaze, as if piercing through the Donghuang Bell, piercing through the endless void, landed on a certain corner of the Thirty-Three Heavens.

There, were the ten thousand "Profound Light Water Mirrors" he had previously asked Fuxi to help refine when he had nothing better to do.

"Qin Yuan."

Gu Yuan's voice, through a wisp of feeble Divine Sense, transmitted into the ears of Monster Sage Qin Yuan who was arduously resisting the erosion of the poison laws.

Among the Ten Great Monster Sages, aside from the fallen Fei Lian, Qin Yuan was the least injured.

"Your... Highness..." Qin Yuan replied with difficulty.

"Tell Fuxi... open the Heavenly Eye, illuminate the Great Wasteland."

Qin Yuan did not hesitate in the slightest, exerting all his strength, and crushed a jade slip into powder.

Having done all this, he could no longer hold on; the jade-green poison light around him dissipated, and he was frozen into an ice sculpture by She Bi Shi's weather laws, plummeting from mid-air.

Another Monster Sage, life or death unknown.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The attacks outside grew increasingly violent.

The Donghuang Bell's projection began to show fine, minute cracks.

"Die!"

A ferocious smile appeared on Zhu Rong's face.

However, just at this moment.

The sky of the entire Great Wasteland suddenly brightened.

Ten thousand incomparably gigantic Profound Light Water Mirrors appeared without any warning in every corner of the Nine Heavens above.

East Sea Shore, Human Ancestral Land, Foot of Mount Buzhou, West Kunlun...

The Great Wasteland's land, no matter which corner, as long as one looked up, one could clearly see the scenes within the water mirrors.

Reflected in the water mirrors was precisely that piece of eastern land baked into scorched earth.

And, ten towering Ancestral Witches of the Wu Clan, emitting sky-reaching ominous killing qi, were frantically besieging a magnificent carriage protected by a faint golden light shield.

Inside the carriage, a white-clothed snow-like figure, weakly leaning on the soft couch, at the corner of his mouth, still hung a trace of glaring bloodstains.

The Great Wasteland's land, countless living beings, at the moment of seeing those ten thousand Profound Light Water Mirrors in the Heavenly Dome above, all froze.

At first, they thought this was an omen of some heavenly disaster.

But when they saw clearly the scenes in the water mirrors, everyone fell into a deathly silence.

In the mirror.

Upon that piece of eastern land, scorched into scorched earth by the blazing sun, which they knew all too well.

Ten demon god figures emitting heaven-destroying earth-annihilating auras were frantically attacking a faint golden light shield.

"That is... Wu! They are Ancestral Witches!"

"Heavens! Ten! A full ten Ancestral Witches!"

"What are they doing? Who are they besieging?"

The gazes of countless living beings pierced through that violent law torrent, landing on that solitary carriage and palanquin at the center of the light barrier.

Inside the carriage and palanquin, that white-clothed snow-like figure with a pale face leaned weakly on the soft couch, the fresh blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth appearing shockingly stark.

"Donghuang... it's Prince Donghuang!"

A scattered cultivator who had once participated in the Ten Thousand Immortals Discussion of the Dao Grand Assembly at the foot of Mount Buzhou cried out in alarm.

"Wait... those Ten Ancestral Witches... the scene just now... how did they turn from Golden Crows into Ancestral Witches?"

"The Yao Clan is staging a self-directed act, framing the Wu Clan?"

"Are you an idiot. Those are genuine Wu Clan!!"

"Liars! The Wu Clan are liars!"

"Those Ten Suns in the sky, they're not some Imperial Sons at all! They're Ancestral Witches in disguise!"

"They deliberately created heavenly disasters, slaughtered us, then had that one called Kuafu chase them, pretending to save us... they're putting on a play! They want to splash dirty water on the Yao Clan!"

"Now, they're besieging Prince Donghuang who genuinely came to save us but is weak and frequently ill!"

"Shameless! Despicable!"

In an instant, the entire Great Wasteland exploded into uproar.

Those living beings who had just been kneeling in worship of Kuafu, grateful for the Wu Clan's "grace," now only felt their faces burning hot, as if someone had fiercely slapped them with a palm strike.

Humiliation, anger, towering rage at being deceived, surged forth from the chest of every survivor.

They thought of their dead relatives, thought of their burned homes.

All of this, was actually a scam!

Threads of belief power that had originally flown toward Kuafu instantly severed.

Replacing them was endless resentment and curses, like a black tide, frantically surging toward Mount Buzhou, surging toward every Wu Clan tribe.

Kuafu, wildly sprinting on the great earth, stiffened abruptly.

He felt that warm power supporting his continuous advance disappear.

Replacing it was bone-piercing cold and heavy pressure.

He blankly raised his head, saw the water mirror above the heavenly dome, saw the ten elder brothers who had revealed their true forms in the mirror.

Kuafu's mind went completely blank.

Youming Di Fu.

Di Jun was being besieged in the center by ten "Ancestral Witches," anxiety burning in his heart.

The moment those ten thousand Guang Shui Jing Zhen lit up, he saw it too.

Seeing his younger brother besieged by ten true Ancestral Witches, seeing his younger brother's pale face and the blood traces at the corner of his mouth, Di Jun's mind went boom with a sound, exploding.

"Taiyi!"

He let out a heart-rending wild roar, the Taizhen around his body instantly losing control, transforming into a golden sea of fire, charging toward the encirclement with star ruthlessness.

"Di Jiang! You get over here and die!"

However, those ten "Ancestral Witches" merely coldly laughed, not dodging or avoiding, letting the Taizhen burn their Pangu true bodies with sizzling sounds.

Something's wrong!

Di Jun abruptly stopped.

He looked at these ten before him who, though their auras were terrifying, had attack methods that appeared somewhat rigid...

And if those ten below are true bodies...

Then what are these ten before oneself?

"Hehe, only realizing it now? Di Jun."

Di Jiang, who had been sitting cross-legged at the Naihe Bridge head, slowly stood up.

On his face, there wasn't half a trace of victory's joy, only a kind of relieved calm.

He looked at Di Jun, word by word saying: "Your guess is correct. Those besieging your younger brother are my Wu Clan ten brothers' true bodies."

"And these ten surrounding you..."

The corner of Di Jiang's mouth hooked up a cruel arc.

"Are your ten... good sons that I forcibly changed the forms of using the 'Steal Heaven Change Sun' method from the Pangu Nine Turns Mysterious Function."