Chapter 420

"Draw..."

We'll do that.

Di Jun pondered.

He could also accept this result.

Although the initial goal was not fully achieved.

Hongjun's hidden cards, he already roughly understood… they were the true identities concealed beneath the Twelve Ancestral Witches' guises, and it's a great pity that two of them never surfaced.

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That had always been a thorn, lodged in his heart.

It's not impossible to pull it out.

Di Jun looked at Nüwa, knowing that this empress's mental state was at a critical point.

As long as he adds a bit more effort, crossing that dangerous line, the next will surely be a true bloodbath!

The Great Formation of Heavenly Gods and Slaughter manifests!

Full-scale war erupts ahead of schedule!

War, Di Jun is not afraid.

What he fears is merely that some preparations weren't completed, and after suffering mutual devastation with the Wu Clan, others would swoop in to take advantage.

"We must first eliminate and suppress some people…"

Di Jun's eyes flickered, deep and inscrutable, "Hongjun… Dragon Ancestor…"

His calculations were clear and distinct.

Hongjun's loose ends need to be cleared up… In the recent battle, who held back, Di Jun knows in his heart.

Also.

Dragon Ancestor!

This ancient Dragon Ancestor, the overlord who keeps a low profile in the present era, his clan—the Dragon Clan—steadily holds third place among the human dao, second only to the Demon Race ranked first and the Human Race ranked second… When the Wu and Demon sides suffer mutual devastation, the Dragon Clan is the top dog!

This ancient Dragon Ancestor, the overlord who keeps a low profile in the present era, his clan—the Dragon Clan—steadily holds third place among the human dao, second only to the Demon Race ranked first and the Human Race ranked second… When the Wu and Demon sides suffer mutual devastation, the Dragon Clan is the top dog!

Especially now, it's a very special juncture.

The Dragon Clan infiltrated the Human Race, mastered the Dragon Master system, began promoting the slogan "Everyone like a Dragon" to seize the ideological high ground; on the other hand, the Dragon Clan poured money into the Demon Race, promoting the so-called "Myriad Beasts Face the Azure" to claim the representation of noble bloodlines.

"All trouble."

"If I press too hard, forcing Nüwa to consider the big picture, forming a vertical alliance to counter, the second and third ranked groups of the human dao joining forces and strengthening cooperation… that would be no good for the Demon Race."

"On the contrary, if I hold back, advancing by retreating, waiting for the enemy to fall into chaos, letting the Human Race internally guard against the rise of the Dragon Clan's power, deploying the Fire Master to counter the Dragon Clan, naturally dissolving the Human-Dragon Alliance… that could work."

"A joint external war, a shared goal of overthrowing, a situation as precarious as dawn dusk, will prompt both sides' instinctive fusion, setting aside various disputes, to achieve the pursuit of survival and victory."

"War is the good medicine of fusion."

"But peace will breed some ulterior motives… When the rain stops, the sky clears, who knows who will rise again."

Moreover…

Besides these concerns about full-scale war, there is another very important factor.

Even as strong as Di Jun, he must admit—the Great Formation of Heavenly Gods and Slaughter, condensing Pangu's true form, has a couple of tricks up its sleeve!

If they really go all out, even if the Heavenly Court could win.

The Wu Clan would fight to the death, otherwise they'd drag him down with them!

Being dragged down, Di Jun actually isn't afraid.

He also has a younger brother—East Emperor Taiyi—who can inherit his will.

What a pity.

Di Jun isn't too at ease about his younger brother.

Speaking solely of strength and combat power, Taiyi is indeed strong, worthy of being called the overlord of Honghuang.

But in terms of scheming and calculation… Di Jun deeply worries, fearing Taiyi can't outplay those old fogies in the Heavenly Court.

Who knows when Taiyi might be sidelined by existences like Báizé and Kunpeng.

Just like how they treat Hongjun.

—"Please, Demon Emperor, rule with benevolence; leave the trifling matters of Honghuang to us wise Yao Marshals and Demon Masters!"

"Little Brother Taiyi, if he could have the strong drive for improvement like Nüwa, that would be great…"

Di Jun sighed in his heart.

The family comedy between Fuxi and Nüwa, both being ancient gods and sages, everyone happily awaits the jokes, even having once placed bets behind the backs of the two big shots on who would win or lose.

However, while waiting to see the jokes, they are also deeply envious.

Regardless of whether Nüwa rebels or not, at least she's become talented!

Those deities with siblings all envy Xihuang's parenting methods, which can turn a salted fish Nüwa into someone who automatically stands up, sets lofty goals, and raises a banner to revolt in one go.

No matter the final outcome, this spirit is worthy of praise, an extremely rare life experience.

Of course, as an insider who knows a bit about the inside story, Di Jun harbors deep pity for Nüwa.

There is an older brother who focuses on the Yi Dao field, from time to time scheming the hearts of men; he constantly lays out plans, his ability to win people's hearts surpasses an era… Having such an older brother, who would still dare to dream of succeeding in rebellion?!

Daydreaming!

Di Jun knows this even with his eyes closed.

Some of Nüwa's close confidants and ministers might very well be pieces that Fuxi deliberately arranged to infiltrate!

As a qualified older brother, he certainly clearly understands his younger sister's personality and preferences, then specially cultivates talents that suit her taste, letting Bo Le—Nüwa's 'chance encounter' with a thousand-li horse—happily bring them into her fold.

These talents usually work diligently for Nüwa, their loyalty beyond question; but when the day comes that siblings meet on the battlefield, they suddenly turn traitor, plunging two knives into Nüwa's back… tsk, the scene is too beautiful, just thinking about it makes one intoxicated.

Di Jun has a seventy percent chance.

The day Nüwa falls, it's likely at the hands of her own people!

However, does this have anything to do with Di Jun?

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Reminding... is impossible to remind.

Although he could easily become the demon emperor, he owed much to Nüwa, this rebel leader's support, forcing Hongjun to respond, supporting him, Di Jun ascended the demon emperor's throne, commanding the Heavenly Court.

Raising bandits is the only way to preserve oneself; too much talent and too much performance only lead to the rabbit's death, the dog's cooking, the birds exhausted, the bow stored.

But seeing Hongjun locked up, the dawn of victory beckoning, the Heavenly Court would turn great hope into its own property…… In suppressing the rebellion, one must be careful.

Nüwa was trapped?

Trapped well!

Trapped marvelously!

Thus, even if the demon race ultimately lost.

But if the Wu Clan is also sacrificed to heaven right after, and Nüwa, dejected, walks to the elimination seat, his mood must be very pleased.

Even for this, contributing a little effort here to speed up Nüwa's downfall…… is also possible!

Di Jun's thoughts were somewhat drifting, indulgent and free.

But at the same time, his face still bore a natural smile as he dealt with Nüwa.

"Princess Nüwa, do you want a draw?"

"Okay, we can talk."

"First, after this battle, let's discuss how to exchange the Daluo affiliation of those from both sides who unfortunately die in battle and have their innate indestructible spiritual light sealed."

Di Jun pointed out.

"Exchange prisoners? Good." Nüwa agreed, and her hand tossing the jade token stopped.

The Wu and Yao sides demarcated their borders, each standing firm.

In their wary gazes, some of the previously illustrious great divine ability persons fumbled for their pouches, some reluctantly pulling out, taking out the dazzling spiritual light.

In their sight, there was reluctance, there was lingering…… each of these strands of spiritual light could be made into an innate spiritual treasure!

Past this village, where else could one find such a shop?

The nature of Daluo is too special, penetrating space-time dimensions, perceiving the Myriad Heavens' Great Dao, its nature transcending above, spiritual light shining eternally.

To match such a great life, to be a weapon serving it…… is too difficult to manufacture.

Because space-time dimensions keep changing, every moment, the lower the sequence, Honghuang will derive new space-time at an exponential rate…… then, with different realm conditions, the Great Dao shifts, each having its own subtle mysteries.

In other words, the update speed is too fast!

Ordinary magical treasures, just forged, haven't even had a chance to shine before they are already "outdated," "behind the times."

Unless one can achieve real-time, automatic download of update data, and perfectly combine them to maximize power and amplify combat strength…… this already possesses Daluo's main traits; if a spiritual treasure could be refined to this degree, its inner spirituality could consider proving the Dao!

Thus, among the Daluo wandering in Honghuang, each is short on resources.

Unless there is killing, or personal charm is truly great enough to earn loyal followers…… otherwise, ordinary Daluo have no innate spiritual treasures to command.

Now.

It's rare for war to break out; we were all ready to make a small profit, reasonably "harvesting" innate spiritual treasures…… but the bigwigs of both sides are preparing to make peace.

This peace talk, the cooked duck flies away.

Fortunately, Nüwa and Di Jun still have decent reputations; they promised compensation for military exploits, and the mighty powerhouses of both factions thus agreed.

Among them, Nüwa handles the money, and the great Wu all need to curry favor.

Di Jun, however, is like a salted fish turning over; this morning he almost stepped on Nüwa to rise, made a name for his mighty reputation, making many demon god powerhouses think he is a promising stock worth considering supporting and investing in.

The words Nüwa once said, they, with eyes observing six directions and ears listening to eight, naturally also know——

The extent of Di Jun's strength is unreasonable!

Behind this, either someone is bribing him; or he has already begun to gain favor within the Heavenly Court, with many die-hard supporters among the demon gods secretly working overtime to contribute, just so today Di Jun can astonish everyone!

And, who could bribe a demon emperor? Unimaginable.

Then only the latter possibility remains.

Looking at Di Jun with his thick brows and big eyes, an honest face, he actually set up a private small cadre; the demon gods inside the Heavenly Court began to show a large-scale trend of turning their hearts toward him, and the secrecy work actually reached this point—everyone asked each other, yet no one discovered who leaked the news!

This is not simple!

This is the sign of a heroic lord!

Perhaps Di Jun really is a promising stock? Hopeful to lead everyone to victory? Should we get on board now?

Some clever demon god powerhouses have started turning their thoughts.

As ideas arise and considerations multiply, naturally Di Jun gains prestige—his subordinates give him face, and the matter of negotiating military exploits does not embarrass him.

Di Jun took in all these scenes, saying nothing, only a subtle arc at the corner of his mouth.

What on earth is going on behind this?

Is it that he took dirty money that can't see the light? Or is it that his methods are extraordinarily strong, managing the Heavenly Court for not long, yet he has gathered a great many hearts?

Di Jun knows this better than anyone.

If there is an advantage to be taken, he himself will not voluntarily expose it.

"First trick people onto the bus, then make them buy tickets…… Afterwards, if someone on the bus asks how I united everyone, "

"I can just point at them themselves and tell them…… originally there was none, now there is."

"So, I haven't deceived anyone."

"Amazing, it's just that the cause and effect weren't explained clearly, the order was reversed and confused."

"Regarding Daluo matters, can that be called hype? Can it be called hiring a water army to exaggerate, hype the atmosphere to attract passersby? Can it be called the house controlling the plate, attracting retail investors to enter, then swinging a sickle to harvest the leeks?"

"Speaking with some artistic conception, this is called reversing cause and effect!"

Di Jun affirmed thus.

Who can say he is black-hearted?

Come forward!

Do you know!

He was elsewhere, but he was preparing a trumpet, as white as could be!

Even his title was decided to be "White"!

"Human race, oh human race..."

"In here, human emperors arise in succession, the Heavenly Emperor rises together, you finish your song and I take the stage."

"The Azure Emperor steadily acts as the dealer, the Yellow Emperor wavers between loyalty and treachery, the Black Emperor harbors hesitant intentions, the White Emperor adds embroidered flowers to brocade… In the blink of an eye, today, both humans and ghosts are showing off, only Nüwa is getting beaten!"

"Alas, pitiful… lamentable…"

"Afterward, grievances have heads and debts have owners, Nüwa, don't come looking for me… I'm just taking money to do a job."

"If you're looking, you should go find that guy who's currently strong-arming gambling fees!"

Di Jun's lips held a smile from beginning to end.

Especially, when each captured and suppressed innate spiritual light returned, his smile became even more radiant.

After these suppressed spiritual lights awaken and realize it was the Yao Emperor Jun who chiefly promoted the prisoner-exchange rescue, sparing them from being made into innate spiritual treasures and forced to serve, shouldn't they thank him?

Nothing else to say.

In this Lich Great Tribulation era, most likely they will have to look to him as their leader.

Although there are only a few dozen people, and they are mostly ordinary Daluo.

But this is enough to slightly compensate for the heaven‑great lie, proving that Di Jun has supporters!

What you see is forever only the tip of his iceberg!

…

Di Jun kept smiling.

Nüwa looked at his smile and really wanted to go up and give him two punches.

But, since the ceasefire has already been called, she also shouldn't provoke things actively, so she can only coldly sneer in her heart.

"Just let you be smug for a few days!"

"I can endure this anger now only because I have a better chance to kill the Heavenly Court!"

"Besides, I don't want those few guys behind to pick up the cheap…"

"Besides… I'm extremely vengeful!"

"My pot has blown up."

"Fuxi, are you still gloating over misfortune?"

"Do you know or not, the person who runs the household will soon change?"

"On the household register, the head of the household will be me!"

Nüwa Emperor glanced askance, looked into the distance, and instantly felt gloomy, feeling her face lose its luster.

"My older brother, he's too unrefined!"

"How could one do such a thing?"

"Wait until I become the older sister."

"I must properly, properly educate him!"

"Open a gambling house? Collect gambling fees?"

"Lose face for my Feng family!"

Nüwa looked on coldly, Fuxi spread out a large table at the place where the gambling house had originally been set up, and casually waved.

"Crack!"

An axe, its blade standing on the table, emitted a crisp sound, truly frightening.

"Hurry, hurry!"

"If you bet, you must accept defeat!"

"Those of you who bet on the Wu Clan to win, as well as those who bet on the Heavenly Court to win—"

"You must settle the accounts!"

"This great battle is actually a draw!"

"The Wu Clan didn't win! The Demon Race didn't win either!"

"In other words, you all lost… If you dare not pay, take a look at this axe and think it over!"

Instantly, wails filled the air.

(End of chapter)