Primordial Era: I, the Spiritual Stone Monkey, was born ahead of schedule to seize the throne.

Chapter 109 The Yearly Pact and the Demon Clan's Scheme

Chapter 110 The Thousand-Year Pact and the Demon Clan's Scheme

Dijiang didn't say those words out of fear, but because he didn't want someone in the shadows to reap the benefits.

Now that Di Jun is aware of this, he still demands that Hou Yi be handed over.

He definitely won't agree.

Since Di Jun doesn't care and wants to wage war, then the Wu Clan is not afraid either.

Seeing this, the other ancestral witches also revealed their true forms and stood in front of Hou Yi.

He stared at Di Jun and Taiyi across from him with a fierce and murderous look in his eyes.

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Seeing the Wu tribe's attitude, Di Jun's eyes shifted, and his expression became uncertain.

He knew that unless the two sides fought a decisive battle today, it would be impossible for them to kill Hou Yi.

but,

His demon clan is preparing to forge a powerful weapon to deal with the witch clan.

If they were to fight now, he wouldn't be confident of completely annihilating the Wu Clan; in the end, it would likely result in mutual destruction.

That would truly benefit the hidden enemies.

but,

The hatred of killing one's son must be avenged.

Di Jun stared coldly at the Wu Clan members, and said, word by word:

"A thousand years later, at the foot of Mount Buzhou, the Lich King and the Demon King will clash!"

"It's a fight to the death!" Dijiang retorted with equal spirit.

Having said that, he led the Wu tribe back to the primordial land.

Di Jun also led his people back to the Heavenly Court.

"Di Jun, you coward! The Witch Clan killed your son, and you didn't even seek revenge! Get out! Get out of here!"

An extremely angry roar came from the Jade Pool in the Heavenly Court.

Immediately afterwards, Di Jun, looking disheveled, emerged from Yaochi.

His eyes were filled with hatred and murderous intent.

of course,

This is not directed at Xihe, but at the Wu tribe and the person in the shadows.

Upon returning to Heaven, he rushed to Yaochi and recounted the killing of the Golden Crow and the decisive battle with the Witch Clan a thousand years later.

Overwhelmed with grief, Xihe went mad upon hearing that Dijun had not immediately killed the murderer of her son.

Completely ignoring Di Jun's explanation, she not only smashed up Yaochi but also cursed Di Jun out.

Emperor Jun was not angry with Xi He; the pain of losing his son was like having his heart ripped out. How could he not know this?

His pain was no less than that of Xihe.

In just one day, most of his hair turned white.

This was simply unbelievable for a quasi-saint at the peak of his power, but it did indeed happen.

The pain of losing a child cannot be alleviated by having high cultivation levels.

in fact,

Di Jun had considered rushing into the Wu tribe and killing Hou Yi more than once.

But he can't.

He was not only a father, but also the emperor of the demon race.

He cannot bring the entire demon race into danger for the sake of personal grudges.

No matter how heartbroken he was, he had to suppress it for the time being.

"Big brother, you..."

At this moment, Donghuang Taiyi, who was waiting outside, looked at Dijun, whose hair was half white and whose face was full of sorrow, and his eyes showed worry. He hesitated to speak.

"I'm fine!"

Di Jun took a deep breath, suppressing all his emotions, and once again revealed his dignified expression.

However, the weariness and sorrow in his eyes could not be concealed.

Di Jun ignored all of that and instead looked at Donghuang Taiyi, his voice hoarse as he said:

"Second brother, the decisive battle against the Witch Clan will take place in a thousand years. That matter can't wait any longer. Let's begin now. We must succeed within a thousand years!"

Donghuang Taiyi's expression changed slightly, and he said with some worry:

"But what about Nuwa, Taiqing, and Qitian?"

"Don't worry about Nuwa!"

Di Jun waved his hand:

"From all that has happened before, it is clear that Nuwa does not care about the life or death of the human race. She only wants the power of destiny. We have made an agreement with Fuxi that after we destroy the Wu clan, the demon race will honor her as the Holy Mother, and at that time we will also have boundless destiny. Moreover, this is something that Fuxi has researched."

"As for Taiqing, he will not interfere. The human race is just a tool for him. He has already become a saint, and he will not care about the life and death of the ant-like human race at all."

"As for Qi Tian, it's uncertain whether he's still alive! Even if he is, our demon race has nothing to fear, and we haven't heard of him having much involvement with the human race."

"Okay, I understand!"

After hearing Di Jun's words, Donghuang Taiyi stopped thinking about it and turned to leave.

"I will work alongside Xi Huang!"

After Donghuang Taiyi left, Dijun glanced at Yaochi again and sighed.

If Hou Yi didn't kill him, he would have no face to see Xi He again.

And then there are those who plot in secret.

He couldn't deduce any clues, but he already had a guess in his mind, a guess that weighed heavily on his mind.

"A saint?"

A cold glint flashed in Di Jun's eyes before he turned and left Yaochi.

His once upright back is now slightly hunched.

Not long after Di Jun left, a venomous voice echoed from within Yaochi:

"Hou Yi, you killed my nine sons! I will make you suffer eternal torment, wishing you were never born and never died!"

Subsequently,

A beam of mysterious light, filled with resentment, shot out from the Jade Pool and headed straight for the Moon Star.

……

The Moon is cold and lonely.

Suddenly, a beam of light shot from the horizon at an extremely fast speed, like a shooting star streaking across the sky.

In the blink of an eye, the mysterious light had arrived outside the Guanghan Palace.

The light faded, revealing a woman with stunning beauty and noble bearing.

However, the woman's eyes were filled with intense resentment, and her whole body exuded a chilling aura.

It sends chills down one's spine.

It was Xihe who came from the Heavenly Court.

Di Jun planned to wage war against the Wu tribe a thousand years later to avenge the death of his son, but Xi He couldn't wait that long at all.

The pain of losing her son was like ferocious ants slowly gnawing at her heart.

She wanted Hou Yi to die immediately!

If she hadn't known she wasn't strong enough, Xihe would have already stormed into the Wu tribe alone to seek revenge on Houyi.

right now,

The people of the Demon Court are all preparing for the final battle a thousand years from now, and no one is helping her, so she can only turn to her younger sister Chang Xi for help.

However, the moment Xihe stepped into the Moon Palace, an ominous premonition welled up in her heart.

He flashed into the inner hall.

At a glance, I spotted that familiar, stunningly beautiful figure on the icy jade bed.

——Chang Xi!

Now it lies there quietly, without a breath.

Xihe's face turned deathly pale. She rushed to the bedside like a madwoman, her hand trembling as she reached out to touch Changxi's face, hoping that all of this was just a nightmare.

However, she was disappointed.

Chang Xi's body was extremely cold, devoid of any life force.

"How could this happen?"

Xihe murmured to herself, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably.

His eyes were filled with endless sorrow and despair.

Having just lost nine sons, now his only sister has also died.

This made Xihe feel like the whole world had collapsed.

"ah!!!"

A mournful howl echoed from the Moon Palace, reverberating throughout the entire Moon Star.

This made the already cold and gloomy Taiyin star even more chilling.

"Buzz~"

Suddenly, Xihe, who was holding Changxi and crying bitterly, felt a tremendous force surging from her younger sister.