Primordial Era: I really don't want to be the Heavenly Emperor!

Chapter 128 Hongjun: Do as you please, I don't care.

Looking at his injured sister, Fuxi felt his heart bleeding; it was even more painful than his own injury.

His face was terribly gloomy, giving off an unapproachable vibe. He silently helped Nuwa to the side. The meaning was clear: if you want to fight, then fight; I won't get involved, and don't mess with me!

The others were quite tactful, pretending not to see the two men, and continued their standoff.

Tensions between the Lich and the Lich forces have once again reached a breaking point.

Another great battle is about to begin!

Xihe summoned the essence of the sun and moon, and commanded the celestial gods to rearrange the array, and the light of the star map shone brightly once more.

The ten demon saints stood in their respective positions, ready for battle.

Even Kunpeng looked serious, holding the Demon Master's Palace, staring at the Wu Clan on the ground with murderous intent.

They all knew it was time to fight tooth and nail!

If the Heavenly Court's great ship sinks today, they will definitely not fare much better. Even if they escape to the ends of the earth today, they will be found by the Witch Clan sooner or later and then killed one by one!

After all, the victor is king and the loser is villain; this has been the case since ancient times!

So everyone looked like they were ready to die.

Donghua watched the battle unfold with anticipation, hoping that nothing unexpected would happen, that the liches would fight according to their plan, and that he could then reap the benefits.

But things rarely go as planned; life is full of disappointments, and Donghua was one of them this time.

Just as the two sides were about to fight again, suddenly the clouds in the sky stirred, ten thousand golden lotuses appeared in the sky, purple aura came from the east for ten thousand miles, and the three thousand great Daos were in turmoil.

The shattered sky from the previous battle was instantly restored to its original state by the golden lotus, and the murderous aura in the arena was cleansed away by the purple energy, clearing everyone's minds and making them feel less fearless of death than before.

The true form of Dao Ancestor Hongjun has descended!

After Hongjun descended, he glanced at the Wu tribe people on the earth and then at the demon tribe people in the sky.

Then, he stretched out a hand and gently touched them twice. Dijiang and Dijun, who were originally half-dead, instantly recovered and showed no signs of injury.

After recovering, the two looked completely bewildered.

But he still rose and bowed, saying, "Thank you, Dao Ancestor!"

Hongjun did not respond, but casually pulled the two of them to his side and calmly said to them:

"The Witch Court and the Heavenly Court have rendered meritorious service to the world and bestowed great favors upon all living beings in governing Heaven and Earth. They should not remain silent today. Why don't we both cease hostilities here and govern Heaven and Earth together from now on? What do you say?"

Upon hearing this, Di Jun quickly replied, "I will obey the Dao Ancestor's decree!"

He knew that the Heavenly Court was already in trouble, and that if they continued to fight, their chances of winning would be slim.

Even if they win, not many will survive. In any case, Di Jun had no confidence that he could survive, so he agreed very readily.

Dijiang hesitated for a moment, then said unwillingly:

"Since the Dao Ancestor has spoken, I have no way to refuse, but my Witch Court is not satisfied. The battle in the arena is clearly in our favor, and now the Dao Ancestor is ordering a halt to the fighting—isn't that biased?"

After hearing this, Hongjun said again, "The Way of Heaven is for Hongjun, but Hongjun is not for the Way of Heaven. The Way of Heaven is perfectly just, and so is Hongjun!"

"Heaven and earth are ruthless, treating all things like straw dogs. Whether it is the witch race, the demon race, or any other race, in my eyes they are all the same, without distinction of high or low, noble or base."

"I have come here today in accordance with the will of Heaven to persuade you to cease hostilities. So you are free to disobey. If you feel that I am being biased, I will leave now, and you may continue to fight."

After Hongjun finished speaking, he remained silent, quietly awaiting the decision of both the lich and demon factions.

Di Jun has already given his answer, but Di Jiang is still hesitant.

Turning to look at the Wu tribe on the ground, some of the tribesmen were seriously injured, but everyone's eyes were full of fighting spirit and ready to die!

Looking at his brothers, all of whom were injured, he felt a pang of pity. He just needed to give them a little more time so that the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation could be even more perfect.

But he was really unwilling to give up today.

"Does the Dao Ancestor truly intend not to interfere with our battle?"

Hongjun didn't speak, but simply nodded slightly.

However, Dijiang was still hesitant. He had never been so troubled before. Now that his strength had been restored, he did not want to miss this opportunity.

However, although the Wu tribe had the upper hand, it was impossible for them to truly destroy the Heavenly Court and achieve an overwhelming victory.

It's truly a dilemma!

Houtu, who was standing on the earth, suddenly leaped up and instantly appeared in front of Hongjun. After bowing, she said:

"Teacher, we are willing to follow your decision. The Witch Clan will cease hostilities, and this battle will end here."

"But the battle is currently in the Witch Court's favor. If you want us to stop, the Heavenly Court must offer compensation; otherwise, we will not cease fighting!"

Dijiang wanted to say something more, but in the end he didn't. He sighed deeply, which could be considered as acknowledging Houtu's meaning.

Hongjun remained silent, glancing at Dijun with an expression that said, "You guys discuss this; I don't care."

However, Houtu's words filled Dijun with indignation. If they were to make compensation now, wouldn't that mean their demon race had lost? He, as the Heavenly Emperor, would truly lose face, and how could he continue to rule the Heavenly Court?

He then said angrily, "Impossible! Absolutely impossible! If you want to fight, then fight! Even if I, Di Jun, die in battle, I will never make any compensation to you! My demon race is not one to be afraid of death!"

Dijiang snorted coldly and said, "What's the point of talking then? If you want war, then let's fight! Do you really think I'm willing to negotiate?"

Houtu didn't say anything. Today, the scales of victory have tipped in favor of the Wu tribe. If they only stop the war now and don't get any benefits, they, the ancestral witches, won't be able to explain themselves to their tribesmen.

Therefore, compensation is necessary; it is an explanation to everyone in the Witchcraft Court.

Seeing this, Hongjun said calmly, "Have you all made your decisions? Are you sure you want to fight?"

Houtu spoke up, "Teacher, it's not that we want to disobey you, but if the Heavenly Court doesn't give us an explanation, we won't be able to face our fallen comrades. Please forgive us, Teacher!"

Hongjun nodded and said, "Since you've made your decision, then pretend I never came!"

After saying that, he reached out and touched them twice more. Di Jun and Di Jiang, who had just recovered, instantly returned to their previous half-dead state, unable to even stand up.

Dijiang stared at Hongjun in disbelief. Could this really be done?

Di Jun looked at Hong Jun with a wronged expression, saying, "You've already cured him, why do you want to turn back?"

Hongjun ignored the two and calmly said, "The Heavenly Dao is impartial. Since you have decided to fight, I cannot interfere in the slightest. Now, fight however you wish!"

Di Jun looked aggrieved. "You've done all this, how are we supposed to fight? In my current state, all I have left to do is self-destruct."

Di Jun turned around with difficulty to look at Di Jiang and Hou Tu, and slowly said:

"You are also emperors, you should understand the reasoning behind this. It is simply impossible for our Heavenly Court to pay compensation."

"Let's negotiate a different deal, otherwise I'll burn my divine body and self-destruct to take you all with me."

Although Di Jun's tone was tough, it was clear that he no longer wanted to fight and was willing to negotiate.

After Dijiang became half-dead, he lost his previous aggressive and defiant attitude.

At this moment, he didn't even want to speak. He turned to Houtu and let her make the decision.

Houtu pondered for a moment. She could understand Dijun's helplessness, and she herself really didn't want to fight anymore.

Nowadays, the great powers in the prehistoric world are not limited to the Wu and Yao races. If the fighting continues today, both races may face annihilation.

"Hand over the golden crow, and our Witch Court will withdraw its troops!"

"This battle originated from that golden crow, so let it end with him!"

Houtu finally stated her conditions, which were much lighter than before. Ending the battle with a mere Taiyi Golden Immortal would be a great bargain for the Heavenly Court.

To hand over his own son to end the war was a result that was more painful and unacceptable to Di Jun than death.

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