Chapter 820: Sword Pointing at the Heavenly Emperor, Those Who Understand Know

The stars shone brilliantly, cutting across the myriad heavens of eternity!

It, in the flow of years and the void, forged an immortal dam, blocking the great enemy that sought to cross the Shijian Changhe and the sea of space from reaching that final battlefield.

Just as the gods were shocked—this is utterly crazy!

Because, this is no different from simultaneously declaring war on the three supreme beings: August Emperor, Nüwa, and the Dragon Ancestor.

What courage and boldness!

Di Jun has truly gone mad.

The era of the Demon Race has come to an end.

Yet in the waning moments of its demise, it burned and blossomed with such radiant splendour.

The Zhou Tian Star Dou Grand Formation turned, revealing the true River Chart and Luo Book, and sounded the final lament of a heaven‑earth dominating clan.

A generation of Heavenly Emperor did not unleash such a killing move upon humanity to test the endurance of the Nine Provinces' seal; instead, he gave those hopeful candidates for Pangu an eye‑ointment.

All this was solely because his younger brother fell and died tragically, to guard the last lingering wish he left behind.

Anyone who knows the truth would find it hard not to feel moved.

However, this effect is significant, almost immediate.

Countless starlight bombarded; the Dragon Ancestor, who was pressing forward and beating the Ying Dragon to repeated victories, was instantly defeated.

He was swept out of the Honghuang world, repelled for a moment, buying the Ying Dragon a breather.

Then, the ages collapsed!

Endless starlight filled the Shijian Changhe, blocking the August Emperor Heavenly Emperor who sought to cross the void and reach this shore, causing him a slight trouble.

Moreover, a blade of piercing cold light, vicious and lethal, descended, severing the thread of time and cutting the track of fate.

The Slayer of Wu Sword!

This first‑generation demon‑race killer weapon, carried by the Heavenly Emperor out of Honghuang to oppose Nüwa, has now been sent back with the Zhou Tian Star Dou Grand Formation to face the August Emperor.

Its effect is significant, almost instantly impeding the August Emperor's advance.

This was unexpected, yet understandable.

After all, the situation could undergo such a heaven‑shaking reversal; the August Emperor and the Heavenly Court, able to transcend eras and trace origins, owe it to a counterfeit Slayer of Wu Sword and a forged River Chart and Luo Book.

Xihuang laid out the era, covering the sky with a single hand, forcibly letting the ancient age continue onward.

Now, the genuine article appears!

It negates Xihuang's previous deeds and displays its most vicious aspect—the sword intent etched when the Heavenly Emperor forged it—shattering ideals, rotting the path, dimming the brilliant radiance of the Dragon‑Phoenix age, and letting the holy light of the ancient epoch gather dust.

Perhaps the Slayer of Wu Sword wielded by Xihuang, with a higher purpose and unfathomable divine power, nearly buried the Wu Clan altogether, far surpassing its brilliance when in Di Jun's hands.

But at this moment, with the Demon Race fallen and the Heavenly Court sunk, in this desperate madness, the Slayer of Wu Sword severed by Di Jun possesses a unique charm—truly a case of treating the right ailment.

The incarnate form of the August Emperor Heavenly Emperor, seeking to cross the age's moat and the sea of void, was blocked, as if encountering an obstacle.

Under that frenzied, vicious Slayer of Wu Sword, his silhouette seemed to grow faint, being driven far away.

——until he lightly flicked his sleeve, shaking open the Slayer of Wu Sword.

"Clang!"

The Slayer of Wu Sword was knocked flying, nearly shattered, yet remained resolute.

The sword hummed, its qi tearing through history, twisting as it flew back, then descending again in a vertical strike!

"Hum!"

The Heavenly Emperor raised a brow, a hand reaching out, grasping with an irresistible will, seizing this vicious sword from thin air.

The Slayer of Wu Sword's blade aura ebbed and flowed, yet it could not struggle, unable to move an inch.

The gap is immense.

Nevertheless, despite such disparity, a sea of starlight roared and surged forth; the waves shattered the Suiyue Changhe, unknown how many futures were destroyed, how many Myriad Heavens were opened.

The great waves surged, pounding the August Emperor's flank, shattering time, space and all concepts into dust, turning them into an endless abyss of darkness unknown to mortals.

A boundless, majestic figure stood firm in the Zhou Tian Star Sea… that is the dharma‑body of Heavenly Emperor Jun, formed from countless years of worship by the Demon Race; at this moment myriad divine images exploded, boundless faith power shattered and filled the Zhou Tian Star Dou Grand Formation, shaping him a body to battle the ancient Heavenly Emperor.

He roared to the heavens, the River Chart unfurling, the Luo Book turning pages, exerting all his strength in battle, blocking the most terrifying foe!

Such a scene evokes sighs.

Emperor Hong blocked the path of reincarnation; at this moment he could not help but glance askance.

Di Jun went mad, simultaneously waging war against several individuals, all candidates for Pangu of this era, yet he alone was omitted.

Perhaps this is the revenge of a generation's demon emperor.

They are like old cucumbers painted green, a great host of ancient gods and sages planting the seeds of an age, playing with epochs, vying for the age's supreme achievement, storing the epoch's essence in their bosoms.

In that case, Di Jun overturned the board, letting no old relic hope to reap the fruit of victory, letting the blossoms fall to the human path.

Although this motive is not pure, it's hard to say it isn't for avenging his younger brother and taking revenge on the gods.

But the Human Emperor watched, also secretly giving him a thumbs‑up.

——Di Jun, this person is capable and reliable.

When there's business, he truly steps up!

Say charge, and charge—he directly took on the strongest Heavenly Emperor of the ancient Heavenly Court!

He fears no later reckoning or retaliatory strike, only wishing to preserve his brother's final wish.

The Heavenly Emperor roared, exerting his utmost, severing the thread of time, letting the epoch change, letting the ages fall into disorder.

In the age's struggle, he himself became the spearhead, stubbornly resisting the resurgence of the Dragon‑Phoenix epoch, preserving the independence of the Wu‑Huang era.

To this end, he burned his own Dao fruit, igniting all the gains of the Wu‑Huang epoch, returning in a single morning to before the Wu‑Huang age.

This is a tremendous sacrifice!

If seeking survival through compromise, Di Jun could simply stand by, becoming a wall‑grass opportunist.

But if that were so, the Dragon‑Phoenix age would roll in, the Wu‑Huang epoch would sink… would not the whole struggle of Donghuang's age become a joke?

Di Jun didn't care about himself.

Even if he was a heavenly emperor of the Demon Race.

But he had taken the post initially because Hongjun had invited him, and also to seek cultivation resources for his two brothers, to serve as a puppet heavenly emperor, merely doing a job for pay.

The heavenly emperor had always been calm.

The Heavenly Court is the Heavenly Court, and I am myself.

Even as the heavenly emperor, he was nothing more than a white glove, a higher‑class errand boy.

For the Demon Race, for the Heavenly Court, he plotted strategies to oppose the Wu Clan—win if he could, cut losses if he couldn't… He had always lived with clear‑headed awareness.

Striving… for whom was he striving?

Having figured that out, Di Jun handled his work with ease and smoothness, even not hesitating to collude with the human side, taking office in the Bird Master's ranks to become a human king.

He was calm, his calmness bordering on ruthlessness.

Take the money, do the job—if it's not his own cause, he handles it as appropriate, within his ability.

Di Jun had always been proud of that.

——Navigating among so many players with first‑move advantages to develop himself to his present state…… doesn't that show his ability?

Even though such a style won't win him favor, its advantage lies in living easily, living freely.

Until this day.

He received the news of his younger brother's death.

And he died in the puppet enterprise that he didn't approve of.

Taiyi, died for the Demon Race.

This left Di Jun infinitely grieved.

Taiyi needn't have died; even in this era's murky waters, he could have stayed out of them!

It was only because Di Jun thought that being in an organization was good for cultivation, so he dragged Taiyi in, taking the bait offered by the Dao Ancestor, and both brothers became demon sovereigns.

But in the end……

Di Jun remained clear‑headed and rational, while Taiyi fell in, dying in battle to protect the Demon Race!

The heavenly emperor's defenses broke.

He nitpicked, stayed calm and ruthless, scheming everything—what was he after?

Just wanted to protect a little home, to have his brothers last forever…… if possible, to anchor an ancient era, so no one would dare to bully them.

But in the end, Taiyi died fulfilling his dream, leaving him alone, walking solitary.

Di Jun hated himself.

So he ignited himself.

He also harbored enmity toward those players who caused such a tragedy, and thus…… he chose revenge!

In the blazing flames, Di Jun replaced the splendid great sun above the nine heavens, unleashing supreme power, waging a lonely war.

He shattered the void's great sea, broke the river of ages.

In the frenzied outpouring, it seemed even heaven and earth could be buried, as if he had blasted the August Emperor to pieces!

Until——

"Boom!"

A brilliant axe‑light sliced open the dark abyss.

A towering deity wielded an axe, cleaving the boundless sea of stars and tearing apart the whole celestial realm.

The August Emperor reappeared!

"Di Jun!"

The heavenly emperor, anger flashing in his eyes, said, "You dare block me?"

"Why wouldn't I!"

Di Jun's dharma‑body was boundless, stepping in the starry sky, he upheld the whole sea of stars.

He laughed ha‑ha‑ha, yet amid the laughter tears fell in big drops, landing on the sun star, on the pure land that had once nurtured Di Jun and Taiyi, the two great innate divinities.

Taiyi burned away the past, burying all traces of his former existence and activity, leaving Di Jun powerless to seek them.

Only the place where they were born together could let Di Jun regain a hint of feeling…… but that place was heart‑wrenching.

The heavenly emperor, walking through the ages, had never shed a tear—until now he broke the rule.

Facing the August Emperor, he wept and laughed, after several wails he suddenly straightened up, his eyes flashing with a fierce light, giving an impression of extreme danger.

The August Emperor looked at such Di Jun and coldly said, "Di Jun, step aside, don't block the way!"

"I don't want to kill you—do as you please!"

"How can you not want to kill me?" Di Jun's dharma‑body grinned, "Indeed, you're the sort who keeps promises, upholds fairness and integrity."

"You and I once had an agreement, settling the matter of the five heavenly emperors……"

Between heaven and earth, with all the gods watching, Di Jun no longer concealed anything, and straight out dropped a big bombshell.

For a moment, the innate divinities who had been anxious and terrified no longer worried about their own situation.

Look!

The melon is flying!

Gods may die, but the melon must be eaten!

After all, we're all Great Luo; even if dead, we can lie as corpses for ages, and might just burst forth from the coffin.

But what about the melon?

Miss this village, and there'll be no such shop thereafter!

This kind of thing, obvious at a hearing or a glance, is a back‑room deal, a dark history that can't see light; one can foresee that once the affair is over, it will surely be sealed shut by the supreme powers themselves!

By then, even if one wanted to know, they could only hear it from those in the know.

But at that time, even if the informed knew, they might not dare to speak.

Gossiping about a supreme being—if one were to feel something, even many lives wouldn't be enough to survive the killing!

Knowing too much—one of the top ten secret causes of death in the Honghuang world!

So in the end, it could only be—

In Honghuang, having fallen from the Heavenly Court… what you're saying involves too much interest; if I tell you, it may not benefit you, so you'd better pretend not to know… but if you insist on knowing, I can only tell you—those who understand, understand; as for the rest, I must tell you that knowing brings no benefit, after all the waters here are too deep, involving many big figures, and detailed information is hard to find yourself, most of it having been erased from the Suiyue Changhe, so I can only say: those who understand, understand; those who don't, there's nothing I can do.

By the way, there are too many acquaintances in the circle, I'll stay anonymous first.

At this moment, Di Jun angrily shouted at the star sea, seemingly ready to set the stage for a big revelation.

"Enough!"

August Emperor coldly shouted, "The past is best left unmentioned!"

"Why not mention it?"

The Heavenly Emperor Jun's voice rumbled like thunder, shaking all realms, "You invited me into the scheme, hawking your so-called Five Directions Heavenly Emperor insurance—believe in August Emperor, and you'll be safe!"

"We few giants join forces, grow big and strong, keep each other informed, share the inside story."

"No matter who wins in the end, even if Pangu himself, would they dare not give us this group a bit of face?"

"Whoever dares not give us face, we'll make them lose face for an entire era!"

Di Jun spoke of the past transaction's inside story, without any concealment.

August Emperor looked at him coldly, gradually becoming devoid of sorrow or joy.

Only the illusory axe he held in his hand, with the spiritual light emanating from it, might perhaps prove something.

"I boarded your ship, and I was quite happy at the time."

Di Jun was still saying, "But now, I want to get off the ship!"

"Oh? Why?" August Emperor suddenly smiled, his expression seeming to soften, becoming pleasant.

But those who knew this supreme giant, the ancient god great sage, at this moment felt their bones tremble all over, and a great fear arose in their hearts.

Back then……

When August Emperor slaughtered many Chaos demon gods and mourned his comrades, he bore a similar demeanor!

"My younger brother died." A tear flickered at the corner of Di Jun's eye, "So I find this era rather boring."

"I've heard a bit about the great deeds done by the River of the Nether."

"The decline of heaven and earth, the severing of heavenly communication… I think it's quite good."

"But he just went to kill a Heavenly Dao—what's that worth? What great use could it have?"

"If I were to say…"

Di Jun raised both hands high, as if the starry sky were being lifted by him, "To overthrow you, this greatest symbol of privilege, would actually be of some use!"

"You are the greatest god!"

"Without overturning you, how could the River of the Nether even claim to have overturned the primordial gods?"

"Truly laughable!"

Di Jun shouted loudly.

Killing intent gathered in August Emperor's eyes, yet his face remained smiling and calm, "Hmm… what you say seems indeed to be the case."

"But… you guess?"

"Why doesn't the River of the Nether dare to include me in its scope of overturning the gods?"

"He's just bullying a few minor gods."

"Yet he has never drawn his sword against me."

August Emperor smiled.

"Him?" Di Jun laughed loudly, "Just a coward!"

"He fears death!"

"But today…"

"I am not afraid!"

Di Jun pierced through something, his sharpness fully revealed.

(End of chapter)