Chapter 386: Ten Suns Crossing the Sky, Kuafu Chasing the Sun

In the blink of an eye, several hundred years had passed since Houtu transformed into reincarnation.

During these few hundred years, the Primordial land ushered in a period of eerie calm.

Although the golden light of merit in the Netherworld had dissipated, the aftermath of Lady Pingxin being revered by all living beings remained.

Back then, in the Demon Emperor Hall of the Thirty-Three Heavens, Di Jun had suppressed the calls for war from Eastern Emperor Taiyi and the various Demon Sages.

He knew very well that if they started a war against the Sorcerer Clan while all living beings were worshiping the Netherworld, the Demon Clan would surely be spurned by the Heavenly Dao, and their fortune would be greatly damaged.

He had been waiting, waiting for this aftermath to completely subside.

And beneath Mount Buzhou, deep within the Pangu Hall.

Under an altar, the blood pool churned, and the viscous Pangu essence blood radiated an ancient and vast aura.

Eleven Ancestral Sorcerers stood around the blood pool, their expressions solemn.

In the center of the blood pool, the Great Sorcerer Hou Yi was shirtless, his eyes tightly closed.

Veins bulged all over his body, and his muscles spasmed violently, enduring unimaginable pain.

Before Houtu left, she had left behind a drop of the purest Ancestral Sorcerer essence blood.

This drop of essence blood carried the origin of the Earth Dao.

"Hold on!" Di Jiang shouted in a low voice.

Hou Yi opened his eyes abruptly, letting out a roar toward the sky that did not sound human.

"Boom!"

A terrifying aura, as heavy as the earth, soared from Hou Yi's body; the muscles on his back tore, and earth-yellow law chains intertwined, forcibly condensing the Dharma image of the Ancestral Sorcerer true body.

The Great Sorcerer Hou Yi, after hundreds of years of baptism, had finally refined Houtu's essence blood and officially stepped into the realm of the Ancestral Sorcerer!

The eleven Ancestral Sorcerers all breathed a sigh of relief.

The vacancy in the Twelve Capital Divine Array had been filled.

The Sorcerer Clan once again possessed the confidence to contend with the Zhou Tian Star Array.

However, this brief calm was ultimately just a facade before the storm.

On this day, on the shores of the Primordial East Sea, Tang Valley.

The Fusang sacred tree stood towering, with scorching Sun True Fire swirling among its branches and leaves.

Suddenly, ten crisp cries tore through the sky.

Ten blindingly bright balls of fire soared from the Fusang tree canopy.

Within the firelight, ten massive Three-Legged Golden Crows stretched their wings, with destructive flames flowing over their dark-gold feathers.

The ten Jin Wu princes, sons of Demon Emperor Di Jun and Xi He, had snuck out of Tang Valley behind their father's back, flapping their wings and flying straight into the Primordial firmament.

"Ji ji ji!"

"This Primordial land is really fun, much wider than Tang Valley!"

"Look at those ants below, they run so slowly!"

The ten Golden Crows let out joyful cries, circling wantonly in the sky.

They were mischievous by nature and did not know how to restrain the origin of the Sun True Fire within their bodies.

In an instant, ten suns crossed the sky!

The terrifying high temperature poured down like a waterfall.

The earth instantly cracked, and bottomless gullies crisscrossed.

Dense ancient forests turned to ash within a few breaths.

The surging rivers and lakes evaporated at a speed visible to the naked eye, rising into a sky full of white mist, only to be instantly dispersed by the high temperature.

"Help!"

"Heavenly fire! Heavenly fire has descended upon the world!"

Countless Primordial living beings wailed and fled in the raging fire, but there was nowhere to hide.

Even the demon beasts hiding in deep mountain caves had their blood baked dry, turning into dried corpses.

In just half a day, mountains and rivers within a radius of millions of miles were reduced to scorched earth.

This area was one of the territories of the Houtu tribe.

Countless Sorcerer tribesmen, having no Primordial Spirit, could not cast fire-avoidance spells and could only rely on their physical bodies to resist.

But facing the Sun True Fire superimposed by ten Golden Crows, the physical bodies of ordinary Sorcerers could not last long, and they fell to the ground one after another.

Not long after, an earth-shattering roar exploded from deep within the earth.

In the Houtu tribe, a figure as massive as a mountain rose from the ground.

After receiving the news, the Great Sorcerer Kuafu could no longer sit still.

He came down from Mount Buzhou, looking at the tribesmen who had died in such miserable states, his eyes splitting with rage.

"Flat-feathered beasts! How dare you bully my Sorcerer Clan!"

Kuafu roared, without the slightest hesitation, taking long strides and chasing straight toward the firmament.

Every step Kuafu took covered ten thousand miles.

His massive footprints left deep pits on the scorched earth, shaking the ground.

In the sky, the ten Golden Crows stopped circling, looking down at Kuafu who was chasing them.

"Big brother, look at that big guy, he wants to chase us!" one Jin Wu mocked.

"A mere Sorcerer barbarian dares to shout at us? Burn him to death!" A hint of playfulness flashed in the eyes of the eldest Jin Wu.

The ten Golden Crows flapped their wings simultaneously; instead of fleeing, they lowered their altitude, hovering above Kuafu's head, walking and stopping, teasing him the whole time.

Kuafu roared, the muscles on his right arm bulging high, swinging the peach wood staff in his hand, bringing a wind that tore through space, and smashing it fiercely toward the Golden Crows in mid-air.

"Boom!"

The eldest Jin Wu could not dodge in time and was grazed by the edge of the staff's wind, feathers flying instantly as it let out a miserable cry.

"He has great strength, don't let him hit us! Let's fly higher and roast him to death!"

The ten Golden Crows had suffered a loss and immediately raised their altitude, widening the distance.

Relying on their flight speed, they circled continuously above Kuafu's head, spitting out ball after ball of Sun True Fire.

Kuafu ran wildly on the ground, swinging his peach wood staff continuously, but always missing by a hair's breadth.

The Sun True Fire continuously scorched his physical body.

His skin began to crack, his blood evaporated, and extreme thirst tortured this towering Great Sorcerer.

"Water..."

Kuafu gasped, his eyes blood-red.

He saw a surging river ahead, the Yellow River.

Kuafu threw himself onto the riverbank, opened his mouth wide, and sucked violently.

"Gulp! Gulp!"

Like a great whale drinking water, the water level of the wide Yellow River dropped at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In just a short while, a stretch of several thousand miles of the Yellow River was drunk dry by him.

But this was not enough; the fire poison of the Sun True Fire had already penetrated his bone marrow.

He stood up and took long strides toward the Wei River, and the Wei River was also drunk dry by him in one gulp.

The riverbed was exposed, and the mud and sand cracked.

"Hahaha! Big guy, no matter how much water you drink, it's useless! You must die today!" The Golden Crows laughed wantonly in the sky, again raining down fire from the sky.

Kuafu wiped the mud and sand from the corners of his mouth, looking up at the ten arrogant fireballs.

His vision began to blur, and his physical strength had been exhausted to the limit. But he did not stop his steps.

"Great Marsh... go to the Great Marsh..."

Kuafu gritted his teeth, dragging his heavy steps toward the Great Marsh in the north.

There was an endless water source there; as long as he reached it, he could recover his strength and smash this group of flat-feathered beasts!

One step, two steps.

Kuafu's body became more and more hunched, and his steps became more and more staggering.

The Sun True Fire mercilessly baked him, and the moisture in his body had been completely squeezed dry.

Finally, at a distance of ten thousand miles from the Great Marsh.

Kuafu stopped.

He raised his head, staring fixedly at the ten Golden Crows in the sky.

In those parched eyes, there was no fear, only endless unwillingness and anger.

"Sorcerer Clan... unyielding!"

Kuafu used his last bit of strength to let out a roar that shook the Nine Heavens.

He swung his right arm violently, throwing the peach wood staff that had accompanied him in battle for many years toward the sky!

"Shoo—"

The peach wood staff turned into a stream of light, piercing straight into the firmament.

The Golden Crows were frightened and scattered to dodge.

The peach wood staff exhausted its force and fell from mid-air, deeply embedded in the scorched black earth.

And Kuafu's massive body, as large as a mountain, also collapsed with a crash.

"Boom!"

The earth shook violently, and smoke and dust soared into the sky.

The Great Sorcerer Kuafu had fallen.

The moment he fell, the peach wood staff stuck in the ground suddenly took root and sprouted.

Nourished by the Earth origin overflowing from Kuafu's body, the peach wood staff grew crazily.

One tree, ten trees, a hundred trees...

In the blink of an eye, a peach forest stretching for several thousand miles rose from the ground.

A sky full of pink peach blossoms danced, forming a contrast of extreme tragic beauty with the surrounding scorched earth and wreckage.

This peach forest opened up a patch of shade, sheltering the weak living beings who had luckily survived in the raging fire.

In the sky, the ten Golden Crows looked at the peach forest below and let out a cold snort of disdain.

"Still an eyesore even after death! Let's go, let's go play somewhere else!"

The ten fireballs changed direction and continued to fly toward the heart of the Primordial, leaving behind a scene of devastation.

Tens of thousands of miles away from the place where Kuafu fell.

On a mountain peak baked red.

Su Chen and Sun Wukong stood quietly.

Sun Wukong gripped the Ruyi Jingu Bang tightly with both hands, his knuckles cracking.

His magic power, which had broken through to the peak of the Great Luo Golden Immortal Realm, was raging wildly in his body, and the golden light in his eyes was almost ready to burst out.

"Little brother, why are you stopping me!" Sun Wukong gritted his teeth, his voice squeezed through his teeth. "Those ten flat-feathered beasts, I could smash their heads with a single strike of my staff!"

Su Chen did not look at Sun Wukong; his gaze remained fixed on the peach blossoms dancing in the sky in the distance.

"They are the sons of Demon Emperor Di Jun; if you smash them, you will be violating the oath not to be enemies with the Demon Court," Su Chen said, his voice also suppressing anger. "At that time, the Great Dao will descend with punishment."

Sun Wukong was startled; he knew Su Chen was right, but he could not swallow this anger.

Kuafu's tragedy and the Golden Crows' cruelty made a fire burn in his chest.

Su Chen slowly withdrew his gaze.

He flipped his wrist, and a massive stone altar appeared in his hand.

It was the strong wine gifted by Zhurong when they left Mount Buzhou.

Su Chen patted open the mud seal.

The strong aroma of wine instantly permeated the air, only to evaporate rapidly in the high temperature.

Su Chen took a step forward, walking to the edge of the cliff.

He held the stone altar with both hands, tilting it slightly.

The clear wine turned into a silver thread, pouring down, landing on the scorching scorched earth, making a "hissing" sound and turning into balls of white mist.

"This jar of wine is in honor of the Great Sorcerer Kuafu."

Su Chen's voice was low, echoing on the empty mountain peak.

"In honor of the Sorcerer Clan, their backbone that fights heaven and earth and never bends."

The wine was poured out.

Su Chen casually threw the stone altar off the cliff.

"Bang!" The stone altar shattered into pieces.

Su Chen turned and looked toward the direction of Mount Buzhou.

"Monkey brother, don't be in a hurry," Su Chen straightened his green robes. "Kuafu will not have died in vain."

"These ten little Golden Crows won't be able to cause trouble for much longer."

At the very moment Kuafu fell, in the direction of Mount Buzhou and Pangu Hall.

A power of the earth ten times, a hundred times stronger than Kuafu's, erupted violently.

Within that power of the earth, there was a mix of heart-wrenching grief and earth-shattering murderous intent.

A phantom of an ancient giant bow slowly emerged above Mount Buzhou, the bowstring pulled to the full, pointing straight at the ten suns in the firmament. ===== CHAPTER 387 =====