Chapter 535: Layers of Espionage, Dancing on Graves!

Blood rain poured continuously, heaven and earth grieved together.

When Donghua was alive, the Human Dao gave him no chance to be vindicated.

But after his death, there was a sense of universal mourning, and people lamented him.

When a person dies, all matters cease; grudges and grievances become irrelevant.

The Human Dao seemed to let go of this grudge, writing off past enmities.

In this state of mind, the Honghuang was at peace.

This Pangu had originally set out, vigorous and high-spirited, to wage war against the August Emperor's true form; the two Pangus would battle to determine superiority, as if they would fight to the death.

But once Donghua died?

Troops were withdrawn.

Warfare ceased.

The tumultuous primal source of heaven and earth gradually moved toward consolidation and silence; the ultimate Dao fruit returned to the world's core.

The void battlefield beyond the realm no longer surged, no longer boiled.

The August Emperor standing there neither pursued nor entangled, merely coldly observing Honghuang's contraction.

Myriad chaos surged, covering this spacetime, so that nothing could be seen by the gods any longer.

Pangu halted his spear.

This battle…

In the end, it was concluded.

After the Dragon Ancestor had endured the ninety-nine eighty-one trials, the fall of these two mighty divine beings of the present age—the Red Cloud Ancient God and Emperor Donghua—announced the end.

The fervent blood of the Daluo beings also gradually cooled.

But what should be done next…

They looked at each other, you at me and I at you, and a rare sense of helplessness arose among them.

I don't know!

The boss is defeated, then what?

What should we do?

Loot the corpses?

Pick up equipment?

Scatter their ashes?

No way!

As for Red Cloud, after his death, perhaps only Zhenyuanzi, his long-time partner, would mourn him.

But Emperor Donghua… Xihuang is still alive! The August Emperor is still alive!

Must not move, must not move.

The scene became awkward for a moment.

However, there is one thing that has become an innate practice of the gods of this era——

Pick sides!

At first, the three thousand divinities who had originally stood together, forced to fight side by side, gathered separately according to the division of the two major camps of witches and demons.

Then, the leaders of each side stepped forward, cleared their throats, prepared to speak on behalf of their followers, spouting nonsense that not even they believed, let alone ghosts.

But just then, something unexpected happened.

"Beep—dit—dat—dit—woo-woo—"

A soaring, bright instrument sound rang out, echoing through the Honghuang universe, causing the gods to break out in gooseflesh all over.

They followed the sound to its source, and then they were all struck speechless, unable to respond.

Dao Ancestor Hongjun, at some point, pulled out a suona horn, began to blow it, expressing his 'sorrow' over Emperor Donghua's passing.

Don't say.

His playing was actually quite pleasant, full of that feeling.

Together with the heavenly blood rain and universal mourning, it was very fitting.

One look at this Dao Ancestor's actions shows he must have secretly practiced beforehand.

Think again—just now, the dragon-headed cane struck the club with clean, decisive, lethal precision……

No need to think—Mr. Hongjun surely came prepared!

One blow of the suona, and it's a lifetime.

The red-and-white matter is worth having.

"This guy is so flighty, is he really not afraid of playing for keeps with Fuxi?"

Báizé snapped, his gaze sweeping around, but he suddenly froze.

"Wait… where is Fuxi?"

"When did he leave?"

Xihuang, who had been confronting the Dao Ancestor, disappeared.

This is also an important reason why Hongjun can be happily playing music.

"Right at the moment Donghua died." Kunpeng Great Sage poked his head out; this time he observed all directions and listened in all ways: "At that moment, I saw his face—it looked as if an ordinary person had instantly aged ten years."

Daluo beings are undying and indestructible; their real age has no effect on them, it's merely a number.

Facial appearance bears no relation to age, only to mindset—appearance arises from the heart!

If the mindset is aged, one shows an aged appearance, like the Supreme Lord of Morality, and also the Dao Ancestor weary from daily overtime work.

If the mindset is young and lively, the appearance is likewise very youthful, like the Numinous Treasure Lord and Fuxi the Great Sage; at a glance they seem like vigorous young people.

By the way, there's also Nüwa…… this human race's holy mother, although she's quite old in age, whoever mentions her gets anxious, but in daily life her appearance is much younger than her brother's, you can tell she's living a comfortable, well‑nourished life.

Not to mention the present.

As Kunpeng Great Sage said, Xihuang instantly aged ten years…… once a fresh young man, he suddenly turned into a middle‑aged uncle.

Hmm.

He's still handsome, and now has an added touch of vicissitude; perhaps his lethal charm for some young girls is even stronger.

Even if the person concerned might not have this intention.

"Xihuang in that state said nothing, did nothing, turned and left; looking at his back, his figure was quite desolate…… as if he were going to some corner to stay quietly."

Speaking of this, Kunpeng Great Sage also felt some emotion: "August Emperor Majesty isn't having it easy either…… If heaven has feelings, it too grows old."

"This era, the ailment of the human Dao is not light."

"Anyone who sees it ends up with a big headache."

Kunpeng Great Sage muttered softly.

Báizé nodded repeatedly.

Although they now openly side with the Demon Race, many things are still clear to see, and they won't falsely deny them.

"Indeed, the problem of the human Dao is not light."

"I personally think that to cure it, we probably need to administer a strong medicine."

"However, nowadays, the forces fanning the flames are so strong, especially having a Dao Ancestor like this as a mainstay; before Pangu, they definitely supported the current human Dao…… so who else, or which force, could turn the tide?"

Báizé worries for the world and its people, sighing incessantly.

"I think there's no hope……"

"That's not necessarily……" Kunpeng stroked his chin, looking grave: "Although the Dao Ancestor is strong, behind him many opponents draw circles and curse him."

"Besides, August Emperor Majesty still exists, and has offended Hongjun to the point of death!"

"If he takes action, that would be terrifying!"

"Even, he has already taken action!"

"Just look at this time and you'll know."

"Before today, who could have imagined that Emperor Donghuang was actually his pawn?"

"Moreover, in this campaign, I personally feel there are actually quite a few doubts……" Kunpeng's eyes grew distant, he severed the surrounding spacetime, letting no one eavesdrop on his conversation with Báizé: "The biggest doubt is that Emperor Donghuang did something of little significance."

"Why did he need to expose himself?"

"Simply dying as Emperor Donghuang, never revealing the truth of being a pawn of August Emperor Majesty…… wouldn't that be better?"

"In fact, his exposure certainly displayed peak combat power, earning a tremendous reputation…… but in the end, didn't he still fail to escape?"

"The minor situation has changed——he was beaten badly, but the overall situation remains unchanged, almost pointless."

"As August Emperor Majesty, being Pangu, he should know very well the methods of Honghuang, also a Pangu; even before the war he pretty much knew Emperor Donghuang's survival rate."

"Pointless, I imagine he wouldn't do that."

"Unless…… there are some secret arrangements hidden behind this, worth his doing so."

"Báizé, what do you say?"

Kunpeng gave Báizé the Yao Marshal a meaningful look: "For example, to cover up the deployment of some other valuable pawns."

"The gods think they've already eradicated August Emperor Majesty's tentacles, purged his greatest underground organization…… but who knows, there might not be other slip‑through fish hiding even deeper this way?"

Kunpeng the demon master, at this moment his eyes are bright and piercing, very penetrating.

He stared at Báizé, tiger‑like and wary, putting the word 'suspicion' on his forehead, just short of speaking outright——

Báizé, you thick‑eyebrowed big‑eyed guy, I think you're probably entangled with August Emperor Majesty, his pawn, a undercover agent lurking in the Heavenly Court!

Kunpeng Great Sage quite has the self‑cultivation of a successful actor and undercover agent.

Clearly he knows full well that he himself is the underground intelligence operative who frequently contacts Emperor Donghuang in secret, a big‑time fence‑sitter; if he gets a chance to profit from the Heavenly Court, he will certainly not let it go, hesitating not to defect.

But at this moment, Kunpeng instead takes the lead, loyal and patriotic, with a loyal face, vowing to eliminate the conspiracies and hidden dangers from August Emperor Majesty for the Demon Race and the Heavenly Court!

The thief cries 'catch the thief'; he handles it deftly, shaking off any possible suspicion on himself.

However, Báizé is no pushover, remaining completely calm on the surface.

Of course, he's a little panicked inside.

You're joking!

He must absolutely not be exposed!

After all, he is a spy among spies among spies, having received Fuxi's instructions, following Nüwa's arrangements, drawing a salary from the Heavenly Court…… if this were exposed, and especially if exposed by Fuxi……

The ending might be a bit grim.

At the same time offending both the Wu and Yao sides, Nüwa wants to sharpen her blade, Hongjun wants to kill him——for your own Pangu path, would you sell out all of us?

Go die, you!

Báizé briefly imagines that scene, even the gods would split apart.

Just, what a fine Báizé.

Even if pointed out by an "associate" he didn't know, through a twist of fate hitting the bullseye, Xiaoji'er's pointing out revealed his true identity, yet he remains unfazed, still calm——after all, he ultimately came out of great winds and waves as a hero; back then he shouldered guns with August Emperor Majesty, cut through the azure, seen too much of the world, encountered many outrageous situations, and has always managed to stay intact to this day.

"How could there be any slip‑through fish?" Báizé the Yao Marshal smirked, "One Emperor Donghuang is understandable."

"And with more pawns…… why don't you just say, everyone under heaven is connected to August Emperor Majesty, this game, we might as well all surrender?"

Báizé snorted, showing his contempt for Kunpeng's suspicions; his intelligence is truly worrying.

"Emperor Donghuang might be somewhat special." Kunpeng Great Sage, not annoyed, smiled and said, "This is actually him personally taking the field; to say everyone else is like that would be an exaggeration."

"But I think…… some high‑level figures might have reached some secret agreement with him; that is quite possible."

"As the Heavenly Court, we cannot help but guard against it!"

Kunpeng sighed, "Especially those ancient god great sages who were once closely associated with August Emperor Majesty, having a very solid comrade‑in‑arms bond with him; perhaps one day they will defect, selling out the Demon Race's interests and leaking vital intelligence."

I think this matter needs to be discussed with Di Jun, and I request to take charge of the relevant internal investigation work in the Heavenly Court to eliminate any potential hidden dangers.

Báizé heard this, his face darkened, and he gave Kunpeng a very unfriendly look.

——You say that? Might as well just recite my ID number!

——What solid comradeship, what close association… aren't you just talking about our famous Phoenix Camp's three great Black Sun squadrons back then?

Corrupt water flows forever, August Emperor; lending and taking interest, Jieyin Buddha; charging fees, altering history, Báizé god!

Silently, Báizé lowered his eyelids in an instant, hiding the light in his eyes; he had already made some decisions and immediately took action in secret.

"You're talking nonsense…… I'll make you lift a stone and drop it on your foot!"

On one side, an incarnation acts; on the other, Báizé chats and laughs easily, "Kunpeng, you are so public-spirited, considering the clan, truly a great fortune for our Heavenly Court."

What you say, I think makes a lot of sense.

We should report this to the Heavenly Emperor, have him pay attention, and investigate thoroughly.

Speaking, he paused, then said, "We must not delay; I will inform Di Jun now, while Donghua has just died—some traces may not be completely covered—so we must investigate immediately!"

After speaking, Báizé didn't wait for Kunpeng's response, and secretly sent a mental message to Di Jun, also pulling a thread of his divine awareness into this small chat group.

After briefly explaining the antecedents and consequences, Báizé, with an upright and guiltless demeanor, proposed to Di Jun.

Heavenly Majesty!

This matter is of great importance; indeed, it is necessary to investigate it thoroughly!

On August Emperor's side, there are many suspicions; the Donghua incident reveals his boundless shadow, lurking invisibly.

In our Heavenly Court, I don't know which deities have made a secret deal with him?

Ordinary Great Luo beings are still fine.

If it's a Yao Marshal, or even a Yao Emperor, colluding with him and becoming an insider traitor, they could very well defect one day and sell out the Demon Race's interests—disaster!

Spy within spy within spy——Báizé, pointing out to the hidden emperor of the human Dongyi, Di Jun, the necessity of thoroughly investigating the problematic members within the Heavenly Court.

Beside him, the neutral great powers united under Donghua Emperor, the members of the highest-grade underground intelligence work stationed in the Heavenly Court——the Yao Master Kunpeng, applauded loudly, showing his agreement.

The three leaders, unaware of each other, from different factions, hard to say which side they're on, but certainly not absolutely loyal to the Demon Race, after a brief discussion, reached a unanimous consensus.

Investigate!

We must investigate!

The Demon Race must not let August Emperor bring disaster upon them, being arranged by this big shot to play a hand in internal subversion.

The three great beings, carrying a hundred-thousand-fold loyalty to the Heavenly Court, resolutely launched an internal purge to eliminate hidden dangers.

However, before that……

How should we wrap this up?

Di Jun pondered and asked.

"First drive away Hongjun, lock him back in the Ziwei Palace!" Kunpeng and Báizé said in unison.

Good! No problem!

Di Jun nodded happily.

This is also inevitable.

Although everyone knows that the Dao Ancestor cannot arbitrarily act against these loyal, upright, and righteous noble deities…… Hongjun's strength, even if he is merely jumping about outside the Ziwei Palace, is enough to bring unparalleled mental pressure to everyone.

This deterrent power is already close to that of Pangu!

When Pangu was active, who would dare to stir up trouble?

Just blow you away!

Forget reasoning with words; it's all about fist logic!

Such a person is better off driven away.

The gods all agree on this.

Thus.

When Di Jun set aside the follow‑up handling of the Donghua matter, stepped forward to stir the Demon Race's fortune surge, began to expel the Dao Ancestor, and carried out the "use and discard, pull out without mercy" deed to the fullest, his actions received unanimous recognition and support from the gods.

Not only the Heavenly Court, but the Wu Clan also did the same.

When Nüwa withdrew into herself, the Wu Clan's ancestor Di Jiang Zu Wu, who handled her affairs, praised greatly, "Di Jun, you have finally done a good thing!"

Of course, there were also voices of opposition to such conduct.

On one side they were playing music, on the other side the Dao Ancestor began performing "grave‑head disco" on Mount Yu, showing a hundred‑thousandfold dissatisfaction.

But his opposition was ineffective!

(End of chapter)