Chapter 74: Mysterious Symbol

Nevertheless, even so, they still failed to notice how Zhou Yi appeared.

He seemed to have appeared out of thin air, standing there as if merging with everything around him; if one didn't pay close attention, it was easy to overlook his presence.

"Why are you all here so neatly today?" Zhou Yi said with a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, his gaze leisurely sweeping over each person.

All twelve Demon Gods arrived together; such a lineup, let alone a single faction, would pose no problem even if they directly attacked the Demon Race.

Zhou Yi lightly snapped his fingers, and an invisible force entwined everyone.

In the blink of an eye, everyone felt light and shadow intertwine before them; upon reopening their eyes, they found themselves in an independent space, with tables and chairs neatly arranged, the air filled with a faint sandalwood scent that made them feel tranquil and peaceful.

Zhu Jiuyin showed a surprised expression, turned his head toward Di Hong, and whispered, "Big brother, this move of his is very similar to your spatial technique!"

However, Di Hong remained immersed in that wonderful spatial shift just moments ago.

Upon hearing Zhu Jiuyin's words, he hastily shook his head and said solemnly, "Although they appear similar on the surface, the actual difference is great."

"I used the power of spatial law to open up space, whereas he seems to have employed a unique force, propping open this little world out of nothing, which is essentially different from spatial law."

Despite what Di Hong said, at the moment everyone was instantaneously transferred, he clearly felt the violent fluctuation of space, yet was completely unable to resist.

At this moment, Zhou Yi's strength was obviously far beyond previous expectations.

Several other Demon Gods also keenly sensed Zhou Yi's strength from this phenomenon, realizing that his action was a display of power.

If he truly intended to harm them, relying solely on that soundless spatial transfer technique, they might not even notice before losing their lives.

Zhou Yi seemed to glance at them a few more times, intentionally or not, then lightly waved his hand, and the table instantly filled with fragrant roasted meat and intoxicating fine wine.

Even the hot-tempered Zhu Song and Shui Shen were stunned by Zhou Yi's performance at this moment, refraining from immediately touching the food on the table and merely staring fixedly at Zhou Yi.

Di Hong gave a light cough, breaking the heavy atmosphere, and said to Zhou Yi, "Brother, your strength now can be called the strongest beneath a Saint. We came today hoping to sign an alliance with the Human Race."

The Wu Clan has always relied on their powerful bodies and unique divine abilities to stand firm in Honghuang, but this time they set aside their pride and proactively proposed an alliance.

Zhou Yi raised his wine cup, took a light sip of the fine wine, and said leisurely, "Haven't we already formed an alliance?"

Di Hong quickly waved his hands to explain, "That's not the same; before it was merely business dealings. Now we seek a full alliance. If you can help us defeat the Demon Race, we are willing to split this land with you."

This is Di Hong's true purpose for this visit.

Since Zhou Yi became a Literary Saint, he has already become an unstoppable force.

In Di Hong's view, as long as Zhou Yi joins the Wu Clan's camp, the Demon Race will be unable to withstand a single blow.

However, Zhou Yi slightly shook his head and calmly refused: "Sorry, with my current strength, it's inconvenient for me to participate in your conflict."

When Zhou Yi finished saying that, although everyone had been mentally prepared, they still felt disappointed.

Then Zhou Yi added another sentence that shocked everyone; he turned his gaze toward a direction and softly asked, "You said it's right, didn't you?"

At this moment, in Zhou Yi's eyes.

Suddenly, an unexpected visitor appeared in the space.

He wore white robes, his long beard fluttering in the wind, his face bearing a kind expression. Yet within his slightly narrowed eyes lay a hint of sharpness.

His gaze locked firmly onto Zhou Yi, silently conveying a warning: if Zhou Yi agreed to the Wu Clan's alliance request, the consequences would be unimaginable.

The identity of this uninvited guest was obvious—he was the embodiment of the Great Dao of this world, Hongjun.

"Variable, do not interfere in the Wu-Demon war." After Hongjun left those words, his figure gradually faded, as if he had never existed.

Actually, Hongjun had not considered eliminating Zhou Yi at that moment.

However, the Literary Way founded by Zhou Yi greatly strengthened the power of the Heavenly Dao.

Therefore, directly killing Zhou Yi might bring about more trouble.

Even though Zhou Yi has become a Saint, to Hongjun eliminating him is merely a trifle.

However, out of strategic consideration, Hongjun decided to temporarily spare Zhou Yi and give him a warning.

Zhou Yi gazed in the direction where Hongjun disappeared, his face calm as water.

After a long while, he finally murmured softly to himself, "A variable? Heh..."

He then turned to the other Demon Gods, his expression returning to its usual composure: "Everyone, there's no need to keep urging me to participate in this."

"The current situation in Honghuang is complex and intertwined; I should not lightly intervene, I hope you can understand." He continued, "Today we are merely old friends gathering, enjoying food and chatting openly; there's no need for my stance to create a rift."

Di Hong wanted to speak but held back, seeming to have more to say. At that moment, he heard Zhou Yi's mental transmission:

"Brother Di Hong, although I cannot directly participate, please believe me: if the Wu Clan faces a great calamity, I will certainly not stand idly by. Even if a Saint takes action, I will ensure the Wu Clan's heritage continues."

Upon hearing these words, Di Hong's brows furrowed slightly; he sensed that Zhou Yi knew many undisclosed secrets but was unwilling to reveal them now. Helpless, he could only temporarily set aside his doubts and unease.

Meanwhile, in the kitchen of the Human Academy, the chef had just finished preparing a series of delicious dishes, ready to bring them out to be enjoyed.

However, in the instant he turned around, the cutting board that had been full of food became empty.

The chef was furious, about to erupt, when suddenly many gleaming spiritual fruits and precious treasures appeared before his eyes.

The dazzling light left the chef standing stunned, his kitchen knife dropping to the ground as his anger instantly dissipated. "Honored immortals, please enjoy to your heart's content; if you need anything else, just give the order."

This strange phenomenon occurred only once; afterward, there were no further abnormalities in the kitchen.

Meanwhile, in the independent space, the twelve Demon Gods' moods were rather heavy; they hastily ended the banquet, Di Hong rose, and before him drew a mysterious symbol.

He decided to take his companions and leave this place that made him feel oppressed.

Suddenly, Zhou Yi swiftly moved to block their path in front of them.

Shui Shen, already in a bad mood, upon seeing Zhou Yi block the way, stepped forward directly and said in a firm tone:

"Literary Saint, you just don't understand. My elder brother's spatial ability in Honghuang is nearly unmatched; even a Saint would find it hard to compare. He said that if he wants to leave here, he can do so immediately, without any worries."

While speaking, Shui Shen turned and strode toward that spatial rift, obviously intending to prove his words.

However, as soon as his foot stepped out, he felt an invisible force tightly binding him, rendering him unable to move.