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

Chapter 81 The Underworld King of the Capital, This Calamity Was Deserved

Boom, boom, boom.

After Zhu Jiuyin found the method for refining the Dutian Mingwang Banner, he immediately went to the Pangu Palace, rang the bell, and summoned the other eleven Ancestral Witches. Before long, Dijiang and others arrived one after another.

"Second Brother, what is the purpose of summoning us here today? Is it to start a war with the demon race ahead of schedule, catching those feathered beasts off guard?"

Zhu Rong rubbed his hands together, flames raging around him. He had long sensed that after killing Di Jun and Tai Yi, occupying the Sun Star, and controlling the True Fire of the Sun, his strength would surely increase to a higher level, easily crushing Gong Gong. Therefore, he had been actively seeking battle all these years.

Gonggong glanced at his old rival and snorted disdainfully: "Even if we are in a hurry, it won't happen in these few cycles. We brothers and sisters will form the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation to summon our Father God. The demon race can be wiped out with a flick of our fingers!"

"If we attack now and provoke Hongjun Daozu, we might get seriously injured and won't be able to recover by the time of the final battle. Wouldn't that be disastrous?"

As Zhurong was speaking, Dijiang spoke up.

"Stop arguing and listen to what Zhu Jiuyin has to say."

"Brother, brothers and sisters, I have found a way in the long river of time to enhance the power of the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation, and it can also restrain the primordial spirit cultivation method of the demon race!"

With this method, we will surely be able to easily defeat those beasts of the demon race in our final battle and unify the prehistoric world!

As Zhu Jiuyin spoke, his tone became impassioned.

Dijiang was also taken aback and hurriedly asked, "What method?"

"After refining the twelve Heavenly King Banners, adding the essence and blood of each Ancestral Witch, and then using human souls for sacrifice, they can be held by us and can greatly replace us."

Zhu Jiuyin held up two fingers: "Last time, when we summoned the Father God and swung two axes with all our might, we couldn't hold on and the formation broke apart. If we had used the Dutian Mingwang Banner, we could have swung two more axes!"

With one axe stroke, he shattered the Zhou Tian Star Array; with another, he beheaded Emperor Jun and Taiyi, along with several demon leaders; with yet another, he wiped out the entire demon bloodline; and he even had one axe left to intimidate those with ill intentions!

"Okay, okay!"

Dijiang was overjoyed and immediately made a decision: "Whatever materials are needed to forge the Dutian Mingwang Banner, and who should be responsible for forging it, just instruct the men to do it. Once it's forged, begin using human souls to refine the essence and blood into the banner!"

"I do not approve of this move."

Even though Dijiang had set the tone, Houtu dared to speak out in rebuttal. She often visited human tribes and witnessed the human race's birth, aging, sickness, death, joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness, and developed a strong liking for the human race.

"Furthermore, the human race was created by the sage Nuwa and taught by the Supreme Moral Celestial Venerable. If we slaughter the human race, what should we do if these two sages become angry?"

Dijiang had made up his mind to do it, so why would he care about these things: "Nuwa dwells high in the chaos, and Laozi is indifferent and does nothing, so he doesn't care about the life and death of the human race."

Jumang frowned and spoke up, "Over the years, humans and my Wu tribe have intermarried, resulting in many Wu people. If we attack humans, what should we do with these Wu people?"

Qiang Liang said in a deep voice, "Hou Tu, you are too kind-hearted. In this prehistoric world, the strong prey on the weak. Humans are weak and deserve this calamity."

As for Jumang's words, those shamans are shamans, not humans; they will surely understand us! If they cannot understand, then let's kill them all!

Houtu was about to speak again when Zhujiuyin waved his hand, saying, "There's no need to discuss this further. The Dutian Mingwang Banner must be forged, otherwise, during the decisive battle, the sons of my Wu clan will have to risk their lives to fill the Zhou Tian Xing Dou Grand Array of the demon clan."

Dijiang stood up, his tall figure looming over half the hall: "Houtu, if you can't bear it, you don't need to get involved. Just focus on refining the Dutian Mingwang Banner. The rest will be handled by the eleven of us."

Houtu lowered her head and remained silent. She knew that it would be futile to say anything more.

The witch clan would not give up this method of suppressing the demon clan just because she objected!

"In that case, let's first refine the twelve Heavenly King Banners. Once the banners are complete, given the rate of human reproduction, there will be many more available. It will be much safer to refine them then!"

After Dijiang finished speaking, he gave the order in the name of the Ancestral Witches. The other ten Ancestral Witches did the same, leaving only Houtu slightly melancholy.

Subsequently, the massive war machine of the Wu tribe began to operate, and one rare and precious material after another was transported to the Pangu Palace.

In the midst of chaos, Di Jun and Fu Xi finally arrived at the Heaven of Nuwa.

The gates of the Nuwa Palace remained tightly shut, seemingly glaring angrily at the uninvited guests.

"The Sage Nuwa, Emperor Jun requests an audience!"

Di Jun remained silent for a while, knowing that Goddess Nuwa did not want to see him. Standing outside the palace gate, he took the initiative to speak, his voice echoing in the chaos, but he received no response.

"The Sage Nuwa!"

Di Jun spoke again, his voice now carrying a hint of resolve: "The survival of my demon race rests on this one battle. If I do not receive a reply from the Sage today, I will kneel and die before the Nuwa Palace!"

Having said that, he actually lifted his robes and knelt down in the chaos.

The Demon Emperor, a dignified Quasi-Saint, now disregarded all pretense of dignity for the sake of the survival of the demon race and for his own ambitions!

Nuwa opened her eyes, her teeth itching with hatred, and grabbed the red embroidered ball beside her, throwing it at Dijun.

Just then, the Heavenly Dao power that had been entrenched in Nuwa's Palace suddenly trembled, transforming into a net that blocked the red embroidered ball. Then, it transformed into a long sword, the meaning of which was self-evident.

Nuwa raised her hand, and a sword mark appeared in her palm. It was a wound left when she removed the Primordial Holy Sword, and it has not yet healed.

"stand up."

The moment Di Jun knelt down, a chilling voice echoed from Nuwa's palace, a voice powerful enough to freeze the chaos: "Get out!"

Di Jun raised his head, a hint of joy flashing in his eyes. He didn't directly refuse, which meant he agreed!

He immediately said, "Thank you, Your Majesty!"

He left immediately and rushed to Shouyang Mountain.

"Emperor Jun, the Demon Emperor, requests an audience with the Sage Taiqing!"

Di Jun's voice echoed through the mountains, but only startled a few cranes.

In the Eight Views Palace, Laozi was preaching the Dao to Xuandu.

Upon hearing this sound, Lao Tzu simply pretended not to hear it.

Just as Di Jun thought Laozi had tacitly agreed and was about to leave, he found that the surrounding space was frozen and he could not move at all.

"What does the sage mean by this?"

Di Jun spoke, but still received no response.

A thousand years later, Lao Tzu stopped preaching and looked at Xuan Du: "Go and tell Di Jun that I have gone into seclusion to comprehend the Dao of Heaven and will not see any outsiders. As for his request, tell him that the human race is destined to face this calamity, and the sage will not interfere."

Xuan Du agreed, walked out of the Eight Views Palace, and arrived at the mountain gate.

"Your Majesty the Demon Emperor."

Xuandu didn't even bother with formalities, coldly looking at Dijun: "My master is currently in seclusion, comprehending the Dao of Heaven, and is not receiving any guests. Regarding the matter Your Majesty inquired about, my master has some words to offer."

When Di Jun saw Xuan Du, he naturally recognized that the other party was a human. His heart sank, but he remained calm on the surface: "Please speak."

"Master said that this calamity is destined for humanity. The sages will not interfere."

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