Primordial Era: Starting with the Immortals of the Jie Sect to Prove the Dao of Hunyuan

Chapter 74 Zhunti Appears and Enlightens the Gods

Lu Ya clenched his fists and shouted, "Then please, Father, enroll me in the Zhou Tian Star Array. When the decisive battle comes, I will surely kill that barbarian witch and avenge my brothers!"

Di Jun stood up, patted Lu Ya on the shoulder, and a look of satisfaction appeared on his face: "Not bad, you've grown up. But you have more important things to do!"

Lu Ya didn't know what was more important than avenging his brother, but he dared not disobey Di Jun.

"Come with your father."

Di Jun naturally knew what Lu Ya was thinking, but he still made a decision in the end.

In the final battle against the Lich King, the chances of the demon race winning are still too low!

Although the Zhou Tian Star Array had been upgraded once, gathering both the Yin and Yang, Ziwei was killed and disappeared by her brothers long ago.

Unable to have Ziwei take the central palace, Dijun had no choice but to settle for second best and temporarily give the central palace position to Kunpeng Ancestor, a powerful figure from the north, to temporarily assume the role of Ziwei.

However, Di Jun was well aware that Kunpeng was not his trusted subordinate, so he was naturally at a disadvantage against the Wu Clan in the clan-protecting formation.

Moreover, the Ancestral Witch cultivates a physical body, making it extremely difficult to break through its defenses. Even if it self-destructs its formation, wipes out the middle level of the demon race, and causes both formations to suffer heavy losses, it will still be very difficult to fight afterward.

Therefore, Di Jun wanted to leave some way out for the demon race.

In the primordial world, only those under the tutelage of sages could be spared from war.

Emperor Jun personally drove the Six Dragons Returning Sun Chariot, taking Lu Ya straight into the Chaos and arriving before the Nuwa Heaven.

The gates of Nuwa's Heavenly Palace remained tightly shut. Di Jun stood outside the palace gates for a long time, but ultimately did not knock.

He knew that if the Goddess Nuwa wanted to see him, she would have sent someone to bring him in long ago.

"His Majesty."

Just as Di Jun was about to turn and leave, a gentle voice rang out from the chaos.

This sound also made Nuwa, the goddess in Nuwa's palace, sigh. She sat down and lazily tossed the red embroidered ball away, sending it flying out of Nuwa's palace.

"The Way of Heaven, the Way of Heaven, the Will of Heaven is like a knife, cutting away the flesh and blood of this saint!"

Nuwa sighed and looked coldly at Zhunti.

The Daoist Zhunti, holding the Seven Treasures Tree, emerged from the depths of chaos. His gaze fell upon Lu Ya, and after a slight pause, he smiled and said, "This humble Daoist observes that this young man has an affinity with the West. I wonder if Your Majesty would be willing to part with him?"

Di Jun frowned.

The Daoist Zhunti did not give him a chance to refuse, and continued, "I do not wish to take him as my disciple. It is only because he is young and has suffered such a great misfortune that I cannot bear it."

"If Your Majesty is willing, I can ensure his safety, impart to him the wondrous teachings of the West, purify his mind and dispel the resentment in his heart. This would also fulfill the friendship I shared with my fellow Daoist Taiyi in the Zixiao Palace years ago."

Upon hearing this, Di Jun remained silent for a long time.

He knew that Daoist Zhunti had his eye on the fortune of his demon race, and that Lu Ya was a perfect hostage.

However, this also gave Lu Ya a way out, even if the demon race failed in the war between the demons and the sorcerers. Since Lu Ya was in the west, he would at least not perish with the demon race.

However, Di Jun still did not want Lu Ya to cultivate with Zhunti Daoist. He hoped that the Three Pure Ones could appear at this moment and compete with Zhunti Daoist for Lu Ya.

If Lu Ya could become a disciple of Laozi, the Supreme Moral Heavenly Venerable, the head of all saints, he would have no more worries!

"Who are you? I am the Crown Prince of the Demon Clan! I seek to kill the barbarians of the Witch Clan and avenge my brothers. What are you talking about, learning the methods of tranquility and nature!"

While Di Jun was still indulging in wishful thinking, Lu Ya could no longer restrain himself and raised his hand to stab with his sword.

Zhunti Daoist neither dodged nor flinched; with a single glance, Dijun was rendered immobile. Only when the sword was upon him did he open his mouth and spit out a lotus flower the size of a bushel, supporting the sword: "Excellent, excellent! A lotus flower from your mouth can support a sword; I have a great affinity with Lu Ya!"

Lu Ya was further enraged by Zhunti Daoist's nonchalant demeanor, and also believed that Di Jun's silence was tacit approval, so he thrust his sword forward again.

With a flick of his finger, the Daoist Zhunti caused a white lotus to bloom, once again catching the sword: "The white lotus in my palm can support the blade; know that ultimate bliss is in the West. The lotus platform of the twenty-sixth month radiates auspicious light, and the balustrade flowers bloom, filling the garden with fragrance."

He then struck Lu Ya with a backhand palm, pinning him to the spot, and said to Di Jun, "I am a compassionate man. Your son's heart is filled with the karmic obstacles of dream demons. Without cultivating the Western methods, there is no hope of him advancing any further. Fellow Daoist Di Jun, I have said all I have to say. Think it over carefully!"

"Fine."

Emperor Jun sighed and pushed Lu Ya in front of Daoist Zhunti: "My child is ignorant. I hope the Sage will take care of him in the future."

He then took out a gourd from his sleeve, from which a faint glint of blade light could be seen.

Fearing that Daoist Zhunti might keep this treasure, Dijun said, "This treasure is made from a gourd vine from Mount Buzhou. If you lend it to me, I will refine it with the essence of a great witch of the Wu tribe and give it to Lu Ya for self-defense."

"Excellent, fellow Daoist, your love for your child is truly admirable!"

Zhunti Daoist didn't care. With a flick of his finger, a headband was tightened around Lu Ya's head, and four collars appeared on his hands and feet to bind his inner demons: "From this day forward, you are no longer the Crown Prince of Heaven, but Lu Ya, the Hermit of Xikunlun."

Di Jun watched all this with mixed feelings. He cupped his hands in greeting to Daoist Zhunti, glanced at Lu Ya one last time, and then turned and rode away in his Six Dragons Returning to the Sun Chariot.

On the Moon Star, in front of the Moon Palace.

The once-renowned Empress Xihe, who commanded three thousand star lords and shattered the Purple Palace with the Great Sun, is now a completely different person. Her once vigorous and full-blown black hair has been turned frost-white. She sits alone on the cold jade steps of the Guanghan Palace, holding the Mingyue Sword in her hand, its blade reflecting her aged face.

"Da Yi!"

She uttered the name, each word seemingly squeezed out from between her teeth, filled with endless hatred.

Ten suns appeared in the sky, and nine crows fell to the ground. She conceived and gave birth to ten sons over countless years, and then raised them for tens of thousands of years.

The years from pregnancy and childbirth to the growth of the ten golden crows were more memorable than the countless years she spent cultivating in the Taiyin Star!

This beautiful scene was shattered in a single day; nine out of ten sons were gone. The pain of losing a son was a thousand times, ten thousand times more painful than the injury suffered when the Purple Mansion was smashed.

Countless times she wanted to rush down from the Moon Star and personally cut off Dayi's head, but each time, she was stopped by reason.

She is the Heavenly Empress of Heaven, and her every move represents Heaven. Emperor Jun can endure it, but she endures it with such difficulty.

"Your Majesty must prioritize the overall situation and not resort to violence because of personal grudges."

Di Jun took Lu Ya into the chaos. Xi He finally couldn't hold back any longer and muttered to herself, her voice filled with a trace of desolation: "But I am just a mother who has lost her son, so why should I care about the big picture?"

The laurel tree soars into the clouds, its trunk as clear as white jade, its leaves a pale silver that shimmers with a cool light under the moonlight.

"By the Moon above, your disciple Xihe, in the name of the Heavenly Queen, has inspired the spirit of the moon to be born as a human."

, 7

She bit her fingertip and dripped a drop of her blood onto the roots of the laurel tree. As the blood seeped into the roots, the laurel tree trembled violently, and countless silver specks of light fell from its branches, coalescing at the base to form the outline of a woman.

She is also a deity of the moon.