Chapter 2483

"Let's go—we must face the Demon Emperor eventually. If we can persuade him this time, then persuade him; if not, we'll retreat to the Palace of Nüwa and never again interfere in the affairs of the Primordial Wilderness!"

Fu Xi nodded in agreement with Nüwa's words, made ready, and they set off.

Feilian and Jiheng waiting behind were delighted—so long as they could bring the two back, it was enough.

"Please, Holy Nüwa."

"Please, Lord Fu Xi."

The Demon Saint was merely a quasi-Saint; Fu Xi's power was nearly equal to the Demon Saint's, but having long stood beside Holy Nüwa, he had absorbed some of the Saint's aura.

Feilian and Jiheng still treated Fu Xi with great respect—he was the next Demon Saint who might become a Saint.

Jiheng felt uneasy inside; he always sensed that Nüwa and Fu Xi's journey this time would not end well.

Feilian nudged his shoulder, urging him forward, "Come on, what are you waiting for? Holy Nüwa has already departed—we mustn't lag behind."

"Alright, I'm coming."

Unable to make sense of it, Jiheng stopped thinking and quickly followed Feilian as they flew off.

If Jiheng had thought a moment longer, he would have realized that Dong Huang Taiyi and Di Jun had summoned Nüwa and the others for something far more complex than simply demanding they hand over their magic treasures.

Di Jun had gone mad in certain ways, and Dong Huang Taiyi had already brought the matter under control.

Luo Fu was specifically the one who could counter Di Jun—and since Di Jun's Jin Wu wings were severed, he had not left his palace or seen the world of the Primordial Wilderness in a long time.

Dong Huang Taiyi pulled Di Jun and said, "Come, elder brother, let's step outside, breathe some fresh air, revive our vitality, and regain our fighting spirit."

Di Jun was reluctant, but seeing Dong Huang Taiyi's gaze, he nodded.

It was his first time leaving the palace since his crushing defeat at Luo Fu's hands, his first time basking in the sunlight of the Primordial Wilderness—and Di Jun found the light painfully bright.

He wanted to shield his eyes from the sunlight, but Dong Huang Taiyi made him stare directly into it.

"Elder brother, you are the Demon Emperor, you are the Demon Emperor's Lord—your every action is a standard for the demon race. If you cannot be a proper Demon Emperor, there is only one outcome: death!"

Hearing Dong Huang Taiyi's words, Di Jun trembled all over.

Since meeting Luo Fu, he truly felt he was no longer a worthy Demon Emperor.

He had grown anxious and insecure, had become cruel, and had begun using the demon race's execution platforms—was all of this truly because of his Jin Wu wings?

No! Absolutely not!

Di Jun seemed to understand something—it was his fear, his fear of being unable to defeat Luo Fu.

Because of this fear, he had allowed the Ten Demon Saints to commit many wrongs, had widened the rift between the Witch Clan and the Demon Clan, and had turned the demon race into a target for universal condemnation.

Merely the act of forging the Witch-Slaying Sword had driven humanity and the demon race apart.

Di Jun's eyes, once dull and unfocused black pupils, now slowly showed a glimmer of light—his inner state had subtly shifted, and Dong Huang Taiyi sensed it.

Dong Huang Taiyi felt deeply relieved—so long as Di Jun could feel himself coming back to life, he refused to watch his brother crawl through the demon race like a living corpse.