Chapter 132

In the Primordial Wasteland, a murderous aura fills the air.

At the same time, West Kunlun!

This place stayed peaceful and tranquil as usual, with no hint of battle intent.

Yun Zhongjun appeared here and at once spoke, his voice conveying the Great Dao.

"Queen Mother of the West, I am Yun Zhongjun of Xiating."

"I come by the order of Donghuang Di Jun; please, fellow Daoist, come out of your seclusion to help."

Yun Zhongjun appeared quite courteous.

However, his words faded away.

After a long while, from within West Kunlun came the Queen Mother of the West's faint yet icy reply.

"Yun Zhongjun, my palace has nothing to do with you or your Xiating."

"Therefore, I have no intention to intervene."

"Please return to Penglai Xiandao and report back to Dong Wanggong."

The Queen Mother of the West did not appear, and her words showed no emotion.

Hearing this, Yun Zhongjun became extremely anxious.

It seems what I feared most has indeed come to pass.

The Queen Mother of the West merely watched from the sidelines, having no intention to aid Xiating.

"This..."

"Queen Mother of the West, may I ask you to show yourself?"

Yun Zhongjun continued speaking.

Perhaps if we could see the Queen Mother of the West in person, we might still have a chance to persuade her.

But who would have thought that upon hearing this, the Queen Mother of the West would respond calmly, without a ripple.

"I am in secluded cultivation and cannot come out."

"I hope you can understand."

"Secluded cultivation?!"

Yun Zhongjun's expression stalled, and he felt even more helpless.

"Alright!"

She has made up her mind not to have any involvement with Xiating.

Even after a lengthy conversation, the Queen Mother of the West did not activate West Kunlun's formation, preventing Yun Zhongjun from entering.

This clearly shows the Queen Mother of the West's attitude.

Yun Zhongjun still not giving up, he continued to speak:

"In the past, Hongjun Daozu conferred upon Donghuang Di Jun and the Queen Mother of the West the titles of the foremost male and female immortals in the world."

"But today, the Demon Race has mobilized forces, intending to attack Xiating."

"How can you, fellow Daoist, just stand by and watch Xiating suffer disaster without feeling anything?"

As the great battle loomed, Yun Zhongjun also grew anxious.

His words inevitably carried a tone of questioning.

As soon as he said that, a cold, irritated snort echoed from within West Kunlun.

"Hmph, Yun Zhongjun, are you questioning me?"

"What does it matter who is the foremost male or female immortal? I care nothing for such titles, and I have received no favors from your Xiating."

"What does today's affair have to do with me?"

"If you disturb my secluded cultivation again, don't blame me for being rude."

"Speechless!"

"Utterly speechless!"

Yun Zhongjun's face darkened; he never expected that after traveling so far, he would be turned away at the door.

But seeing that persuading the Queen Mother of the West was hopeless, Yun Zhongjun saw no point in saying more.

For now, all he could do was turn away, filled with resentment.

Within Xiating!

Upon hearing Yun Zhongjun's report, Dong Wanggong's face sank like water, filled with ire.

"What a Queen Mother of the West, so unfeeling!"

Dong Wanggong shouted coldly, his eyes blazing.

Hearing his words, everyone's expressions turned strange.

"Sentiment?!"

Between you, Dong Wanggong, and the Queen Mother of the West, there seems to be no affection to speak of.

If the Queen Mother of the West were to help, it would be a favor; if she chooses to preserve herself wisely, that is simply her duty.

As for this matter, Xiating really has nothing to say.

After all, this is a matter of life and death.

Of course, Dong Wanggong also knows that now is not the time to dwell on these things.

Outside Penglai Xiandao, the Demon Race's vast army stood arrayed in the high heavens, their gazes full of malice fixed upon every aspect of Penglai Xiandao.

Now, the only option is to meet them in battle.

Without another word, Dong Wanggong stepped forward, manifesting himself in the outside world.

He also stood in the void, facing Di Jun, Taiyi, and others from afar.

Behind him, the people of Xiating also wore wary expressions, their aura surging.

「Di Jun, the Great One! 」

Why aren't you staying peacefully in the Thirty-Three Heavens outside, yet you dare to intrude upon Xiating's territory and offend its might?

Dong Wanggong stared directly at Di Jun, the Great One, and demanded in a stern voice.

Hearing his words, Di Jun let out a cold laugh and replied:

「Haha, Dong Wanggong! 」

I have come leading the great army of the Demon Race, and I am here to demand an explanation from you all on behalf of the Demon Race.

As his words fell!

All beings couldn't help but glance at each other.

Dong Wanggong also froze, his face showing puzzlement.

To demand an explanation from the Demon Race—how did this even start?

「Hmph, what do you mean by that?! 」

Dong Wanggong coldly replied in a single sentence.

Yet, hearing Di Jun's voice ring out, he said:

Xiating oppresses all races, forcing the world's powerful to join.

Many Demon Race beings have also been suppressed by you.

Today, I, the Emperor, demand that you give an explanation for this.

Di Jun's words were righteous and noble, spoken with confidence and vigor.

However, his words made the expressions of all beings even stranger.

Xiating oppresses all races? Using forceful means to subdue the world's cultivators.

That is indeed true!

However, this has long been known to all beings.

In the past, you never saw the Demon Court 'speaking up for justice'.

Why not earlier, why not later, but today you come under the pretense of demanding an explanation to stir up trouble?

Put bluntly, Di Jun's words are merely an excuse to pin a crime on you.

Looking for trouble!

A blatant search for trouble!

Dong Wanggong was also seething with anger.

「Hmph, don't put on such a righteous front. 」

I am the foremost male immortal of the world, governing all cultivators, and it is rightful and proper.

Dong Wanggong once again brought up the title 'foremost male immortal', trying to intimidate the Demon Race crowd.

But as soon as his words fell, Di Jun let out a snicker.

「Hehe, even now, you still keep saying 'foremost male immortal'?! 」

You should know, immortals and demons are different; the authority you speak of is nothing in the eyes of us demons.

Truly laughable!

Di Jun's words grew sharper, without mercy.

With such a mighty show of force today, how could you possibly feel wary just because of the so-called title 'foremost male immortal'?

After a pause in his speech, Di Jun coldly glared at Dong Wanggong and bellowed:

「No need for nonsense! 」

Today, you Xiating shall hereby apologize to all beings of heaven and earth.

Otherwise, I, the Emperor, will destroy your so-called Xiating.

Di Jun's words could be said to be heartless.

One can imagine that if Dong Wanggong were to actually carry out the so-called apology and compensation before the gaze of hundreds of millions of beings...

That magnificent Xiating would then become the biggest joke in heaven and earth.

「You want me to apologize? 」

「Haha, do you think you, a bunch of mongrel beasts, deserve it?! 」

Dong Wanggong, unable to contain his anger, responded tit-for-tat.

As for this, Di Jun, the Great One, and his companions had long anticipated it.

Or rather, they had been waiting for these words from Dong Wanggong.

「If that's the case, further talk is pointless. 」

「Demon Race, kill! 」

At Di Jun's command,

In an instant, the Demon Race's countless millions-strong army surged forward, fiercely and unmatched, charging toward Xiating.

Shouts of battle and roars echoed, deafening.

Watching this scene, Dong Wanggong's face darkened, his eyes turning cold and fierce.

He brandished his Herder-of-Immortals staff, and immortal light filled the sky.

At the same time, Dong Wanggong bellowed.

「Deploy the Ten Thousand Immortals Grand Formation! 」

As his words fell, figures of Xiating one after another, in perfect unison, sprang into action.

Everyone dispersed in the void, forming hand seals.

Soon, numerous formation traces flowed out.

A Myriad Immortals Grand Formation thus appeared, its power not insignificant.

Those of Xiating who stood within the formation saw their strength surge at a visible pace.

In just a moment, each person's aura swelled by several times or more.

This scene, however, was beyond everyone's expectation.

It seems that in the previous battle against the dragon clan, Dong Wanggong still hadn't used all his trump cards.

Of course, it's also possible that in that battle, being in the Wuliang Sihai, he lacked the advantage of terrain.

Thus, Dong Wanggong did not gather all the strong ones of Xiating to set up such a grand formation.

In Kunlun Mountain!

From afar, witnessing the appearance of the Myriad Immortals Grand Formation, Tongtian's expression shifted dramatically, revealing a look of keen interest.

"Huh?"

"I never expected that Xiating still had such a profound formation!"