Chapter 62: Di Jun's Scheme, the Source of Extreme Yang?

"Yes, Father Emperor!"

"Yes, Father Emperor!"

"..."

Hearing this, the ten Crown Prince Golden Crows did not slack off; they quickly took wine cups from the hands of the maids, bowed to the gods present, and then drank the wine in one gulp.

The gods present took in this entire scene.

However, no one spoke or acted rashly at this moment; instead, they looked toward Di Jun with gazes filled with doubt and a hint of curiosity.

It was for no other reason than that no one knew what exactly Di Jun intended to do.

This included the Saints on the high platform.

Except for Nuwa, who knew some information in advance, the other five Saints had no idea what Di Jun was up to.

"Everyone."

Regarding this, Di Jun no longer held anything back; he raised his wine cup, toasted the gods below, and drank it in one gulp.

Immediately after, Di Jun picked up a new cup of wine, turned to look at the Six Sages and those Top-tier Innate Deities in the first row, and bowed deeply, saying, "My ten sons all possess the foundation of Top-tier Innate Deities, and their potential is beyond doubt. I wonder if they might be able to enter under your tutelage?"

Whoosh—

Hearing these words, the gods present were in an uproar.

Even the Saints on the main seats could not help but frown.

It was for no other reason than that they had not expected Di Jun to pull such a move.

To have his ten sons take on masters.

And it was clearly not to take on the same master, but aimed at all of them.

This meant that Di Jun wanted to select ten people from among them to become his sons' masters.

For a time, many people furrowed their brows; although they said nothing, the look of refusal could not be concealed.

It could not be denied that the talent and potential of the Crown Prince Golden Crows were indeed good; after all, they were Di Jun's offspring, so how could they be inferior?

But what was the current situation in the Great Desolation?

It was the period of the Witch-Demon Calamity, and the conflict between the Witch and Demon was intensifying; a decisive battle in the future was inevitable.

Under such circumstances, if you were to take a Crown Prince Golden Crow under your wing, wouldn't that make you an aid to the Demon Race? Wouldn't you then need to assist the Demon Race in opposing the Wu Clan?

Even if the Wu Clan had no Primordial Spirit.

The Pangu Physical Body summoned by the Twelve Ancestral Witches was on par with Saints, or even capable of crushing some Saints.

The beings present, even the high and mighty Saints, would not choose to offend them, let alone risk standing in opposition to them.

Thinking of this, this area fell into a deathly silence.

Especially the Saints on the high platform like the Three Pure Ones, Jieyin, and Zhunti; at this moment, they were looking at their noses and their hearts, completely unmoved.

Besides them, Minghe, Zhenyuanzi, and others in the first row were the same.

No one would be foolish enough to offend the Wu Clan for the sake of a Crown Prince Golden Crow, especially those stubborn brutes.

"Good fellow!"

"This Di Jun is truly bold."

"Does he really think he can do whatever he wants just because he is the Demon Emperor?"

"Those in the first row are basically Saints and Top-tier Innate Deities; no one is weaker than him. Why does he think he can persuade them to take disciples, or even borrow their influence to oppose the Wu Clan?"

Within the crowd, Lin Fan expressed that he could not quite understand Di Jun's operation.

As the Demon Emperor, how could he not know that this was an impossible task?

Since he knew, why propose it now? Wasn't this just asking for humiliation?

"Demon Emperor, I can agree to your request!"

Just at this moment, a voice that was gentle yet cold and elegant rang out.

Following the sound, the person who spoke was none other than the Saint Nuwa from the main seat area!

Her speaking directly caused the gazes of everyone present to gather on Nuwa.

This included the Three Pure Ones and others as well.

"Ahem~"

Facing the gazes of the crowd, Nuwa coughed lightly at this moment and, no longer hiding anything, stood up and said, "The Demon Emperor's tenth son, Lu Ya, has some affinity with me. I can take him under my wing and let him become a member of Wahuang Palace, but not as a disciple!"

Once these words were spoken, the Great Supernatural Powers present were lost in thought.

Taking him into Wahuang Palace rather than as a disciple meant that Nuwa's intention was only to provide shelter, not to provide help.

But precisely because of this, everyone was even more confused.

Who didn't know that Nuwa was the Demon Empress of the Demon Race? She was already tied to the Demon Race and had even attacked the Wu Clan more than once for their sake.

Under such circumstances, it was only natural for her to assist the Demon Race, and everyone accepted that.

But now she had made such a decision, only to shelter Lu Ya rather than take him as a disciple—what was her intention? What was her plan?

Before everyone could recover, Zhenyuanzi, in the first row of the banquet, suddenly spoke: "Demon Emperor, I can also let your third son join Wuzhuang Temple, but I cannot take him as a disciple."

Zhenyuanzi!

Why would he also agree?

Hearing this, the people present were in an uproar once again.

They were all confused and did not understand.

First Nuwa, then Zhenyuanzi.

Nuwa could still be understood, but the grudge between Zhenyuanzi and the Demon Race was immense.

Back then, it was Kunpeng who killed his close friend Hongyun, and there were even shadows of Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi involved.

Under such circumstances, had Zhenyuanzi lost his mind to agree to such a thing? He was even actively showing goodwill and wanting to shelter Di Jun's third son?

"Many thanks, Lady Nuwa!"

"Many thanks, Fellow Daoist Zhenyuanzi!"

Di Jun wore a smile and cupped his hands in a salute toward Nuwa and Zhenyuanzi.

Immediately following this, Di Jun continued, "Fellow Daoist Zhenyuanzi, Lady Nuwa, this is a gift of thanks from my son!"

As he spoke, Di Jun waved his large hand.

The next second, a scorching aura surged forth, and fluctuations of Extreme Yang permeated the air; two clusters of golden-red origin could be seen appearing in Di Jun's hands.

"That is~ the Extreme Yang Origin of the Sun Star!"

Upon seeing the object in Di Jun's hands, the knowledgeable practitioners of Great Supernatural Power exclaimed instinctively.

Immediately after, countless people stared at that Extreme Yang Origin with burning gazes, their eyes filled with greed, longing, and possessiveness.

Sun Star Extreme Yang Origin.

This is an existence similar to the Extreme Yang Oyster.

The difference is that the value of an Extreme Yang Oyster lies in absorbing and refining it bit by bit.

But this Extreme Yang Origin is for the direct evolution of one's own foundation; even if a Top-tier Innate Deity absorbs it, there is a possibility of further transformation into the foundation of an Innate God and Demon.

The Innate Deities, mighty figures, and practitioners of Great Supernatural Power present were certainly powerful in their own right, but once something that could improve one's foundation appeared, how could they possibly remain indifferent to it?

This included Lin Fan.

As an Extreme Yang Oyster that had taken human form, although he had obtained a cultivation technique to improve his foundation.

It could at most reach the level of a Top-tier Innate Being; wanting to advance further to become an Innate Deity was basically impossible.

But this Sun Star Extreme Yang Origin was different.

The value of this item was immense, and its value to him personally was even greater; if he could absorb it, it would definitely allow him to evolve into an Innate Deity, and at the very least, a superior Innate Deity.

Thinking of this, Lin Fan stared fixedly at where the Extreme Yang Origin was and thought to himself, "Extreme Yang Origin, this is a substitute for the Chaos Extreme Yang Origin; it could completely allow the current me to be reborn, but unfortunately, I cannot reach it!"

Lin Fan looked at the system panel, his heart filled with anticipation.