Chapter 2509

Neither of them dared to confront Hong Yun, because Hong Yun held the Hongmeng Purple Qi—if he used it, their identities would be instantly exposed.

If exposed, how could Nanji Xianweng, the foremost disciple of Yuanshi Tianzun, possibly lose to them?

Tian Wu and Weng Zi were here solely to block Hong Yun from passing through, to prevent them from reaching beyond the thirty-three heavens, and to stall them at Bombarding Lingshan.

Thinking of the Potian Hammer in Jin Ling Shengmu's hands, the two could only shut their eyes and pretend not to see.

The Potian Hammer truly possessed immense power, drawing so many to scramble for it—this truly reshaped Hong Yun's understanding of the Potian Hammer.

Nanji Xianweng explained: "Before the Holy Luo Fu appeared, everyone said only the Potian had the appearance of splitting heaven and earth; after the Holy Luo Fu appeared, few mentioned the Potian Hammer anymore!"

"But that did not stop the Potian Hammer from stirring up storms in the Honghuang."

The Three Pure Ones had also once sought the Huantian Mirror and the Potian Hammer, but found neither.

Some things require destiny—Jin Ling Shengmu gained this destiny, and thus obtained such a fine magic treasure.

As for Hong Yun, he obtained the Hongmeng Purple Qi—even just a portion of it—is enough for him to protect himself.

If Hong Yun had not been cultivating inside the Huoyun Cave at that time, completely unguarded, Kunpeng could never have seized him—this time, Hong Yun would not be so careless again.

"Ignore them. Even if they follow us, we just need to shake them off—they can't keep up."

"You have a trick?"

Jin Ling Shengmu looked at Hong Yun with sparkling eyes; Hong Yun nodded but said nothing, for walls have ears—someone was surely listening.

If they heard, his trick would no longer work.

"Fine, I'll follow your lead!" To save her life, Jin Ling Shengmu would humble herself as much as needed.

As long as she could survive, Jin Ling Shengmu was willing to pay any price—even the Potian Hammer—but she would never give it to the demonic race, for they were unworthy.

Jin Ling Shengmu had pride; the only one in the Honghuang she truly admired was Luo Fu.

If Luo Fu said he needed the Potian Hammer, Jin Ling Shengmu would offer it without hesitation.

Unfortunately, Jin Ling Shengmu had no chance to meet Luo Fu.

On the other side, Fuxi and Nüwa soon arrived at the Demon Court under Feilian's guidance.

Feilian and Jimeng both knew these two held deep prejudice against the Demon Court; if they could not dispel it, they would surely erupt into a furious argument with the Demon Emperor.

An argument was minor—the worst fear was that swords would be drawn and weapons raised.

Jiemeng hurriedly said: "Lord Fuxi, Lady Nüwa, please allow us to report to the Demon Emperor before granting you entry."

"No need."

Fuxi and Nüwa were not the type to care about such formalities, but after Jiemeng left, Feilian cautiously explained to them about the Demon Emperor and the Demon Court, hoping they would not take offense.

"We are all subjects of the demonic race—only when the demonic race thrives can we thrive. Please, Lords, control your tempers."

Nüwa looked at Feilian in surprise.

In the past, the demonic race was not like this—its Ten Great Demon Sages were all arrogant, never speaking a single soft word to anyone, always sneering, even attacking and eliminating others.