Chapter 51: Soul-Gathering Beads, Ten Crows Emerge

Inside the Lingxiao Baodian of the Honghuang Heavenly Court.

This day.

The various Demon Saints of the Demon Race gathered in one hall, reporting to each other the progress of the soul collection they were each responsible for.

Due to a series of actions such as establishing the Heavenly Court, organizing the Heavenly Laws, and holding the Heavenly Wedding, Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi had obtained a massive amount of merit, thereby each severing their Three Corpses.

Now, both of them were Great Supernatural Beings at the Quasi-Saint Peak.

Besides the two of them, the Demon Race also had four other Quasi-Saints at the late stage of Great Supernatural Beings who had severed two corpses.

They were the Demon Master Kunpeng Laozu, who created the Demon script; the Xi Emperor Fuyi, who created the Demon Race's musical rhythms with the Fuyi Zither; the Sun Goddess Xihe, one of the protagonists of the Heavenly Wedding; and Baize, the brilliant Demon Race strategist and chancellor.

All four of them were Great Supernatural Beings at the late stage of Quasi-Saint.

Besides these, the Demon Race's Quasi-Saints also included the various Demon Saints, as well as the Patriarchs of the various major clans of the Demon Race.

There were over twenty Great Supernatural Beings in total.

Di Jun, sitting on the Imperial Throne, could not help but frown after checking the Soul-Gathering Beads handed in by everyone.

"Twenty-four Soul-Gathering Beads, and one is still not full. Who was responsible for it?" As he spoke, he picked up the nearly empty Soul-Gathering Bead.

Just as the demons below looked at each other in dismay, Fuxi, on a throne to the side, spoke calmly.

"It is this Emperor who was responsible!"

Crack!

No sooner had he finished speaking than Donghuang Taiyi, sitting opposite him, instantly crushed the armrest of his throne.

Just as he was about to erupt, he was glared back by Di Jun.

"Hmph! This Emperor will not care anymore!"

After saying this, he flicked his sleeves and walked out of the hall.

Leaving behind a group of Demon Saints who remained silent.

Di Jun looked at the departing Donghuang Taiyi and sighed helplessly.

Afterwards, he could not help but turn his head and say to Fuxi: "Xi Emperor, since you are unwilling, why not hand it over to someone else to do?"

Hearing this, Fuxi advised: "Your Majesty, this matter is too harmful to the harmony of heaven, and furthermore, the Human Race is also a part of our Demon Race! How can such a thing be done?"

At this moment, Kunpeng Laozu sneered: "Xi Emperor, when has the Human Race ever been a member of our Demon Race? That is merely your own wishful thinking. Even if you acknowledge them, the Human Race might not necessarily acknowledge you!"

"Indeed, Xi Emperor, let us not discuss this matter further. The matter has already reached this stage; there is no turning back!"

After saying this, he stopped Fuxi, who still wanted to persuade him, and then picked up the empty Soul-Gathering Bead and asked the Demon Saints below.

"A shortage of one hundred billion remains; who is willing to take over?"

"Your Majesty, this subject is willing to go!"

As soon as he finished speaking, more than ten Demon Saints stood out from below, all willing to replace Fuxi.

Seeing this, Fuxi's expression turned ugly as he left the throne and returned to his Xihuang Gong.

Di Jun saw this, glanced at him, and then stopped paying him any mind.

Di Jun scanned the crowd below and said to Bashe, the newly promoted Demon Saint: "Bashe, your collection speed is the fastest, so let this last one be completed by you!"

Immediately, Di Jun passed the Soul-Gathering Bead to Bashe.

"Your Majesty, rest assured, a mere gap of one hundred billion is just a matter of a few gulps for Bashe." Bashe promised with great joy after taking it.

"Hmph, wait until you find a large tribe big enough for a single gulp of yours before you talk!"

Guiche, who had failed to compete with him, sneered from the side.

"Haha, Senior Guiche, what is there to fear? If I can't find one, can't I just head to the Human Ancestral Land? Just sit and wait for my good news!" As he spoke, he transformed into a black streak of light and sped toward the Primordial Continent.

After he had gone far away, Di Jun passed all the Soul-Gathering Beads to Kunpeng.

"Demon Master, sacrifice these first, and then refine the Slaughtering Wu Sword as quickly as possible!"

"Your Majesty, this subject will return to refine them immediately!" Kunpeng took the twenty-plus Soul-Gathering Beads, licked the corner of his mouth, and smiled.

"Go!" Di Jun waved his hand.

Just then, a report came from a demon soldier outside the hall.

"Report~!"

A demon soldier ran in from outside the hall in a panic.

"What is the meaning of such panic?" Di Jun frowned and demanded.

"Reporting to Your Majesty, the Princes have gone down to the Lower Realm together again!" Seeing Di Jun's anger, the demon soldier said hurriedly.

"What? Very well, these ten rebellious sons, they have truly rebelled, daring to disobey this Emperor's words!!"

Sure enough, Di Jun slammed the table and stood up, furious.

"My subjects, who is willing to go and capture this Emperor's ten rebellious sons back?" Di Jun turned and asked the dozen or so Demon Saints below the dais.

Just as the Demon Saints looked at each other, the demon soldier said cautiously.

"Your Majesty, I seem to have seen His Majesty Donghuang chasing after the ten Princes."

"Then why didn't you say so earlier? Forget it, since Taiyi is there, let him be!" Di Jun shook his head helplessly at this.

At this moment, Xihe said with dissatisfaction: "Since they want to go play, then let them go. Why does Your Majesty not allow it?"

"What do you know? Ten suns crossing the sky—who will bear the karmic debt caused to all living beings?" Speaking of this, Di Jun could not help but sigh.

"You didn't seem this worried when you were slaughtering the Human Race~" Xihe muttered upon seeing this.

"How can that be the same?"

"Refining the innate resentful souls is for the sake of forging the Slaughtering Wu Sword, but what can what they cause in the Lower Realm bring to my Demon Race?"

Di Jun said with suppressed anger.

A few days later.

Dayi Tribe.

At this time, a major event occurred in the Dayi Tribe.

That was that the Great Witch Dayi had died.

Just a few days ago, a Demon Saint of the Demon Race at the Quasi-Saint Realm had plundered several Human Race tribes along the way, among which was a Wu Clan tribe belonging to Houtu Zuwu.

When that Demon Saint was about to arrive at the Nve Tribe, because of Houyi and Change, Dayi of the Dayi Tribe launched a fierce attack.

The two sides were the Demon Saint Bashe of the Demon Race and the Great Witch Dayi of the Wu Clan.

After a great battle, due to the vast disparity in strength between the two sides, the Great Witch Dayi sacrificed himself on the East Sea Coast.

However, that Demon Saint Bashe did not have it easy either.

Injured by the self-detonation of the Great Witch Dayi, his Evil Corpse blocked this damage for him, leaving him with a not-insignificant Rice Wound.

However, because the Innate Spiritual Treasure used to sever the Evil Corpse was shattered, his Quasi-Saint Realm, which he had only recently broken through to, instantly fell back to Daluo Peak.

But the death of the Great Witch Dayi also brought a brief peace to the Nve Tribe and the Dayi Tribe.

Just today, the son of the Great Witch Dayi, Houyi.

Received the care of Houtu Zuwu, who specially bestowed upon him a drop of Ancestral Witch blood, allowing him to successfully break through to the realm of a Great Witch and become the new Great Witch of the Dayi Tribe.

Just as he was planning to take revenge, ten suns appeared in the sky again!

Why say "again"?

Because before this, there had already been two instances of these ten Golden Crows appearing together in the Primordial World.

This time was already the third.

As the saying goes, new hatred and old grudges all came together.

Houyi thought that since they were all of the Demon Race anyway, he would first slaughter these ten Golden Crows at the Taiyi Golden Immortal Realm to console the spirits of the deceased in the Primordial World.

Thus.

He bid farewell to his wife, picked up his father Dayi's Wu weapon, the great bow, and embarked on the path of revenge.

Just as he set out on his journey, the avatar of Shengling Huang, far away in the Yuanyi World, opened his eyes on the throne.

"Nightmare!"

As Gu Zhangqing's words fell.

In the center of the great hall, a black mist suddenly appeared out of thin air, then condensed and transformed into a human shape.

"Your Majesty!"

"Go and notify Huangtian, who is among the Human Race, and have him prepare to collect the Golden Crow corpses that will fall from the sky; I have great use for them!" Gu Zhangqing said calmly.

"Your subordinate obeys the decree!"

"Also, after notifying Huangtian, you are to head to the foot of Mount Buzhou and bring back the Demon Saint Bashe of the Demon Race!"

Although Nightmare was a bit confused, he still followed the order.

Then he turned into a gray mist and slowly disappeared from sight.

Seeing this, Gu Zhangqing closed his eyes again and sank his consciousness into the Gods' Great Will.

Relying on the Gods' Great Will and using the gods walking in the Primordial World as anchor points, he surveyed the entire Primordial World like a heavenly net.

Especially with the prelude to the Witch-Demon War recently, and Houyi shooting the suns, he was paying attention at all times.

At the same time, he also discovered that an uninvited guest had intruded into his field of vision.

Just look.

In the Nve Tribe, a ragged, bitter Daoist lay on the parched earth.

He looked as if he were about to be scorched to death, but his eyes were extremely spirited.

At this moment, he stared directly at the ten suns in the sky, a strange smile appearing in his eyes.

(End of chapter)