Chapter 37

Sure enough, after the other Ancestral Witches entered the fray, the scales of war tilted toward the Wu Clan, but Di Jun and Taiyi still did not move.

Because Pan Huang and Zhenyuanzi on the Wu Clan's side had not moved either. They were likely guarding against himself and Taiyi. As long as he and Taiyi dared to move, Pan Huang and Zhenyuanzi would definitely take action, and by then, both his good-corpse and Taiyi would suffer heavy injuries.

Once he suffered heavy injuries, the Heavenly Court would be in danger. Nüwa was currently in closed-door meditation, and Fuxi was helping Nüwa guard the dharma; there was simply no time to attend to the affairs of the Heavenly Court.

It did not take long, perhaps about the time it takes for two sticks of incense to burn, before the Demon Race brought by Di Jun was slaughtered to the last man, while the Wu Clan suffered zero casualties, with at most a few who were severely injured and dying.

Seeing this scene, Di Jun trembled all over, but he dared not say any harsh words, because the Wu Clan's thought process was abnormal; if he said harsh words, they wouldn't retort, they would just kill back.

So in the end, Di Jun had no choice but to gather the remnants and prepare to return to the Heavenly Court. This time, the face of their Heavenly Court was destined to be rubbed into the dirt by the Wu Clan.

"Fellow Daoist Kunpeng, do you not want this Purple Qi of Hongmeng anymore?" Seeing Di Jun and the others about to leave, Pan Huang shouted.

Upon hearing Pan Huang's words, Kunpeng turned his head abruptly, his gaze fixed firmly on Pan Huang's face.

"As long as you speak up, I will give you this Purple Qi of Hongmeng. Anyway, we have no use for this thing." Pan Huang extracted the Purple Qi of Hongmeng from the Nine-Nine Soul-Scattering Gourd.

"Demon Master!" Just as Kunpeng was about to speak, Taiyi suddenly called out to Kunpeng coldly.

Subsequently, Kunpeng turned to look at the surrounding Demon Race. Their gazes were cold, as if as long as Kunpeng agreed, he would be a sinner of the Demon Race.

"Demon Master, this Purple Qi of Hongmeng should be handed over to Lord Demon Emperor, because Lord Demon Emperor is the King of the Heavenly Court, the faith of the entire Demon Race, and the person most qualified to obtain the Purple Qi of Hongmeng." Baize said indifferently.

"Demon Master, think twice."

"Lord Demon Master, as the Demon Master of the Demon Race, you should have a spirit of selfless dedication."

"Lord Demon Master..."

"Lord Demon Master..."

Listening to the babble of discussion in the Demon Race camp, Kunpeng's heart sank deeper and deeper, and finally, it completely disappeared into the darkness.

"This poor Daoist has no fortune to enjoy this Purple Qi of Hongmeng; let it remain with Ancestral Witch Pan Huang." A trace of resentment flashed in Kunpeng's eyes, and then he raised his head to look at Pan Huang. There was unwillingness and anger in his tone; his voice was even trembling as he said these words.

"Hahaha! Fellow Daoist Kunpeng, do you see? This is the Demon Race. Just a little test and they are exposed. Since you don't want it..." Pan Huang said with a smile.

"How dare you!" Before Pan Huang could finish his words, Di Jun and Taiyi roared.

Because they saw that Pan Huang actually wanted to destroy this Purple Qi of Hongmeng. Taiyi immediately threw out the Chaos Bell, and Di Jun also threw out the River Map and Luo Book. Their only goal was to stop Pan Huang from destroying the Purple Qi of Hongmeng.

Bang—

The Twelve Ancestral Witches stood in front of Pan Huang, blocking the attacks of Di Jun and Taiyi.

That Purple Qi of Hongmeng seemed to have sensed Pan Huang's intention and began to struggle continuously. Seeing that it could not escape from Pan Huang's palm, the Purple Qi of Hongmeng actually disintegrated in front of everyone and then drilled into Pan Huang's body.

Pan Huang was terrified by this sudden scene. He hurriedly loosened his hand, and even law power appeared on his body, wanting to expel the Purple Qi of Hongmeng from his body.

But this was to no avail; the Purple Qi of Hongmeng ignored Pan Huang's law power, turned into fragments, and drilled into Pan Huang's body.

"No!" Di Jun and Taiyi roared when they saw this scene.

It was destroyed, the hope of becoming a Saint was destroyed. Why? Why would the Purple Qi of Hongmeng enter Pan Huang's body? He had no primordial spirit! Di Jun and Taiyi could not understand.

"What the hell is going on?" Pan Huang was now full of horror. The Purple Qi of Hongmeng was indeed the foundation of the Great Dao, but at the same time, it was also a shackle—a shackle of the Heavenly Dao.

Anyone who became a Saint through the Purple Qi of Hongmeng would be suppressed by the Heavenly Dao, which was why Pan Huang was so afraid.

There was another point Pan Huang could not understand: the Wu Clan had no primordial spirit, so why did this Purple Qi of Hongmeng choose him?

"Good, very good, very good indeed. This Purple Qi of Hongmeng will be temporarily stored with you for now. A thousand years later, this Emperor will come to take it personally." Di Jun had already regained his composure by this time.

He looked coldly at Pan Huang and the group of Ancestral Witches, and then led his people away.

Dijiang and the others did not speak; they just quietly watched the direction in which the Demon Race left, not knowing what they were thinking.

"Disperse!" After the Demon Race disappeared, Dijiang said indifferently.

As the two clans of Wu and Demon dispersed, those gazes that had been paying attention here were also withdrawn.

"A thousand years? This Ancestral Witch will wait for you to come!" Zhurong and Gonggong looked at the direction in which Di Jun and the others had left and said indifferently.

Pan Huang did not speak. At this moment, his expression was very tense. The Purple Qi of Hongmeng had drilled into his body and then had no movement, which made Pan Huang very worried. In the entire Primordial World, Pan Huang was likely the one who wanted it the least.

"Big Brother, I'm going back first!" Pan Huang said anxiously to Dijiang, and then he left directly. He didn't even bring Siten and the others.

After returning to the Pangu Temple, Pan Huang immediately sank into the blood pool and used law power and the energy in the blood pool to wash his physical body over and over again, but he did not find even a shadow of the Purple Qi of Hongmeng.

"It's not there! How could it not be there? It clearly drilled into my body!" Sweat appeared on Pan Huang's forehead, and his face was full of anxiety and panic. This was the first time Pan Huang had been this flustered since he transmigrated.

He did not know how much time had passed, but the expression on Pan Huang's face turned numb. He still couldn't find the Purple Qi of Hongmeng, and he was prepared to give up.

Hum—

Just as Pan Huang walked out of the blood pool with a numb face, a light appeared in his dantian, which caused a trace of surprise to appear on his numb face!

"Damn it!!!" Feeling the situation in his dantian, Pan Huang said in a somewhat exasperated manner.

The Purple Qi of Hongmeng he had been looking for for so long had actually been absorbed by the Kongtong Seal. No wonder he couldn't find it; the Purple Qi of Hongmeng hadn't stayed in his body at all.

At this moment, the Purple Qi of Hongmeng was circling the other hand of the figure in the Kongtong Seal. Thus, the hands of the figure in the Kongtong Seal, surrounded by nine dragons, were complete: the left hand held the Purple Qi of Hongmeng, and the right hand held the Heavenly Illusion Bewildering God Array.

"Why would the Purple Qi of Hongmeng appear on the Kongtong Seal?" Pan Huang's brows furrowed.

"Wait!" Suddenly, Pan Huang seemed to have thought of something.

The Kongtong Seal, the Human Race, the Purple Qi of Hongmeng!

Could this Purple Qi of Hongmeng be used to seal the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors? Otherwise, it couldn't be explained why this Purple Qi of Hongmeng would be coiled around the Kongtong Seal and also present in a fragmented state.

Pan Huang had self-knowledge; as the foundation of the Great Dao, it was not something he could crush. But the fact was that the foundation of the Great Dao had been crushed by him, which could only mean that this foundation of the Great Dao had shattered itself.

"No wonder Laozi, who obtained the Kongtong Seal, had so much power in the Human Race. Even when he stole the fortune of the Human Race, Nüwa could tolerate it. Perhaps it was because Laozi could make Fuxi the Heavenly Sovereign of the Human Race!" Looking at the Kongtong Seal in his hand, Pan Huang muttered to himself.

"Thirteenth Brother! Thirteenth Brother!" Just as Pan Huang's thoughts were surging, Shebishi's anxious voice appeared in Pan Huang's ears.

"Twelfth Brother! What's wrong?" Hearing Shebishi's voice, Pan Huang walked out from the back hall.

"Thirteenth Brother, are you alright?" Shebishi came to Pan Huang in two or three steps and then began to check his body.

"I'm fine! I'm perfectly fine!" Pan Huang said with a smile.

"What about that damn Purple Qi of Hongmeng? Did you take it out? Will this thing have any effect on you!" Xuanming and Houtu also looked at him with concern.

"Don't worry! It's already been dealt with!" Pan Huang patted his chest.

"That's good!" Everyone nodded.

"By the way, where is Fellow Daoist Zhenyuanzi?" Pan Huang asked.

"Fellow Daoist Zhenyuanzi has returned to Wuzhuang Temple. He didn't seem to be in a very good mood," Zhu Jiuyin said.

"I'll go find Fellow Daoist Zhenyuanzi now." Pan Huang nodded.

Wuzhuang Temple.

"Fellow Daoist Zhenyuanzi, this is the primordial spirit of Fellow Daoist Hong Yun. Please keep it safe. Now is not the time for Fellow Daoist Hong Yun to be resurrected. When the time comes, I will tell you." Pan Huang handed Hong Yun's primordial spirit to Zhenyuanzi.

"Many thanks, Fellow Daoist Pan Huang! Many thanks, Fellow Daoist Pan Huang!" Zhenyuanzi was stunned at first, then he carefully took Hong Yun's primordial spirit, a look of excitement appearing on his face.

"Remember, you must not let anyone know that Fellow Daoist Hong Yun is still alive!" Pan Huang looked at Zhenyuanzi with a serious expression.

"Don't worry!" Zhenyuanzi nodded heavily.

On the other side, the Heavenly Court!

After entering the Heavenly Court, Taiyi finally couldn't hold on any longer and rolled his eyes, fainting, which made Di Jun's good-corpse very nervous.

After checking Taiyi's injuries, Di Jun didn't say a word and carried Taiyi toward the Sun Star. The injuries within Taiyi's body were very serious; his origin had been damaged. With such heavy injuries, only by returning to the place where they were born could the law power in his body be cleared, and his origin could only recover on the Sun Star.

"Baize, go collect materials now and prepare to refine the Star Banners. Yingzhao, you conduct a screening within the Demon Race and select three hundred and sixty-five main star lords and fourteen thousand eight hundred minor Zhou Tian star lords. This Emperor wants to completely exterminate the Wu Clan in a thousand years." After returning from the Sun Star, Di Jun began to make arrangements.

After Di Jun gave the orders, the entire Heavenly Court began to move. While collecting materials, they used force to suppress some small tribes, making them join the Demon Race camp.

Clearly, the Demon Race was looking for cannon fodder. If they dared to resist, they would be exterminated. This caused the weaker tribes among the myriad races of the Primordial World to begin huddling together for warmth, but it was of no use. They were forced to accept the Demon Race's "recruitment" and join the Demon Race's cannon fodder camp.

It wasn't just the Heavenly Court; the Wu Clan also had movements, but they didn't have as much action as the Demon Race. The Wu Clan was simply training their troops, nothing but training. Some small tribes wanted to join the Wu Clan to seek protection, but they were rejected. In the words of the Wu Clan, they didn't need outside help. For a time, the entire Primordial World began to be filled with tension.

Time flew by, and five hundred years passed. During these five hundred years, the Demon Race and the Wu Clan had constant friction, but no large-scale war had ever broken out.

At this time, the Demon Race was familiarizing themselves with the Zhou Tian Star Formation in the endless starry sky. The Zhou Tian Star Formation was not yet that perfect, but it already showed its power. As the formation operated, a terrifying aura continuously permeated the endless starry sky.

Meanwhile, the Wu Clan had strangely stopped all movements, and even the training of troops had ceased. Those forces that had been paying attention to the two clans of Wu and Demon were a bit confused. What was the Wu Clan doing?

Had they given up resistance? Or did they already have the certainty of victory? They couldn't figure it out.

In the blink of an eye, the thousand-year agreement arrived.

Di Jun and Taiyi stood in the Heavenly Court, and in front of them were three hundred and sixty-five Great Zhou Tian star lords and more than ten thousand Minor Zhou Tian star lords.

"The Wu Clan does not respect the Heavenly Dao, does not revere the Dao Ancestor, and is truly a tumor of our Primordial World. Today, our Demon Race will raise a righteous army to crusade against the Wu Clan and eradicate this tumor for the Primordial World." Di Jun looked at the sons of the Demon Race in front of him and said with high spirits.

If Pan Huang were here to hear Di Jun's words, he would definitely give him a big eye-roll. This was simply being hypocritical.

The reason Di Jun said this was actually because his ambition had expanded. Now, the only one in the Primordial World who could fight the Demon Race was the Wu Clan. If they defeated the Wu Clan, the Demon Race could officially take over the Primordial World and become its hegemon.

By then, he would be the sole hegemon of the Primordial World after the fierce beasts and the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin clans. At that time, by borrowing the fortune of the myriad races of the Primordial World, Di Jun would definitely be able to advance to become a Saint without the Purple Qi of Hongmeng.

"Set off!" After saying this, Di Jun waved his hand and led the Demon Race to Mount Buzhou.

At this time at Mount Buzhou, the Wu Clan had also finished gathering, but unlike the Demon Race, they did not have much killing intent on them, and the entire Wu Clan appeared very calm.

However, those who observed the Wu Clan in secret would not think that the Wu Clan had no power to fight. On the contrary, in their view, this was the calm before the storm for the Wu Clan.

"Thirteenth Brother! Can we reveal ourselves this time?" At the foot of Mount Buzhou, Dijiang looked at Pan Huang and asked.

"It doesn't matter. Don't we still have a backup plan? The artifact spirit must reveal its true form to exert its greatest power. If we keep hiding it this time, we might suffer heavy losses." Pan Huang nodded.

"Good, then let those little demons of the Demon Race see the methods of our Wu Clan." Zhurong nodded.

As he spoke, a middle-aged man wearing fire-red armor walked out from behind Zhurong; this was Zhurong's artifact spirit, the Fire God Blade.

After the Fire God Blade walked out, figures also walked out from behind the other Ancestral Witches. They were men and women, and the aura on their bodies was very powerful; they were all innate spiritual treasures. Houtu's Xuanwu Shield had even reached the level of a top-grade innate spiritual treasure because of the addition of breathing soil.

"Dijiang, this Emperor is here!" While the Ancestral Witches were chatting, Di Jun's voice appeared at Mount Buzhou.

"Hmph!" Di Jun snorted coldly, suppressing Di Jun's voice.

"Today, the Wu Clan of the Primordial World does not respect the Heavenly Dao, does not revere the Dao Ancestor, and burns, kills, and plunders on the land of the Primordial World, committing all kinds of evil. They are truly a tumor of our Primordial World. Today, our Demon Race raises a righteous army and will surely eradicate this tumor of the Wu Clan and return the Primordial World to a bright and clear universe." Di Jun's voice spread throughout the Primordial World.

"Hmph! This land of the Primordial World was opened by my Father God Pangu. What ability does he, Hongjun, have to make us respect him? As descendants of Father God, we are the masters of this land of the Primordial World. You mangy bird actually dare to insult Father God; you deserve to die!"

Zhurong and Gonggong were the most hot-tempered among the Ancestral Witches. When they heard Di Jun say this, they were immediately enraged.

(End of chapter)