Primordial Era: The Witch Clan Reigns Supreme, Hongjun Begs Me to Become the Demon Emperor

Chapter 25 Sending the Sun Chariot

Just now.

A familiar fluctuation emanated from the barrier outside the dojo.

Nuwa looked up, swept her divine sense across the area, and a smile unconsciously crept onto her lips.

"Brother is back? After a thousand years, he still managed to come back. That's truly remarkable."

She turned around and strode quickly toward the entrance to the dojo.

Fuxi stood at the entrance of the temple, and before he could even say hello, he was stunned by the scene before him.

In the center of the temple, on a white jade platform, a divine chariot stands majestically.

The chariot was three zhang tall and five zhang wide, and its entire body was made of pure gold. Under the illumination of the pearl in the cave, it reflected a warm and noble radiance.

The wheels are like full moons, and the rims have spiral patterns unique to hibiscus branches. Countless fine and mysterious array patterns can be vaguely seen flowing on the body of the vehicle.

The entire vehicle, from the inside out, from top to bottom, exudes an aura of perfection and unparalleled prestige in every detail.

Fuxi was stunned for a full three breaths.

Then his gaze fell on the carriage shaft.

There is a picture engraved there.

In the painting, the Purple Cloud Palace hangs high in the sky, where three thousand guests sit listening to the Dao. A young man in a golden crow feather robe, surrounded by golden light, laughs arrogantly and infuriatingly.

Fuxi: "————"

He slowly turned his head and looked at his younger sister who was walking towards him.

Nuwa: "Brother, why are you back? Shouldn't you be assisting your demon emperor?"

Fuxi opened his mouth as if to say something, but his gaze involuntarily fell back onto the painting.

He took a deep breath and forced himself to tear his gaze away from that smug smile.

"Little sister, what's this?"

"The Sun God's Chariot," Nuwa said matter-of-factly.

"I owed Zixiao Palace to my friend Diyi, and I promised to build it for him. It has taken a thousand years, and it is finally almost finished."

As she spoke, a hint of pride in her voice lingered: "How is it? Isn't it perfect? ​​I think this is the best piece I've ever made."

Fuxi fell silent.

He looked at the car, at its exquisitely crafted body, at its intricate and complex patterns, at that—

That relief sculpture that made his heart ache.

Ah, definitely blond.

He spoke with difficulty.

"My sister's cooking is really good."

"I just don't know."

Fuxi changed the subject, his tone becoming somewhat probing.

"Could you make a zither for my brother too? It doesn't have to be complicated, just something simple, like a primordial spiritual treasure with a clear and melodious tone that can resonate with heaven and earth?"

Nuwa blinked: "Sure. But we'll have to add something."

Fuxi watched as Nuwa rubbed her two fingers together, as if she were asking for something.

I understood instantly.

"No way, siblings talking about this?"

No, wait, I think I came here to find outside help!

Fuxi composed himself and said solemnly, "Sister, I have returned this time to discuss important matters with you."

Nuwa tilted her head: "About the demon race?"

Fuxi was taken aback: "How did you know?"

"I guessed." Nuwa walked to a nearby futon, sat down, and poured herself a cup of spiritual tea.

"The news from Beiming has been circulating like wildfire these past few months. The Eastern King Duke has swept across the primordial continent, causing heavy casualties among the demon race. The demon emperor you're assisting is currently raising a white flag of truce. Brother, am I right?"

Fuxi choked.

"The news travels really fast."

Nuwa took a sip of tea. "Information is shared throughout the primordial world, so, brother, you want me to help you deal with the Celestial Court?"

"It's not about dealing with it," Fuxi quickly said.

"Yes—yes, I'm here to offer advice, advice, no—that's right! Your mastery of creation is unparalleled in the primordial world, and your ability to deduce heavenly secrets is not much worse than mine. Perhaps you can find a way to break the deadlock."

Nuwa put down her teacup and looked at Fuxi.

That look in his eyes was gentle yet tinged with a hint of helplessness.

She said softly, "Brother, have you ever thought about this?"

"What's the problem?"

"When did I, your sister, become a demon?"

Fuxi was taken aback.

Nuwa continued, "Not only am I a primordial deity, but I also took form at the Heavenly Pillar, born of Heaven and nurtured by Earth, with a primordial origin. I am neither furry nor born from an egg, nor have I devoured demon cores or killed each other. How could I have become a demon?"

She looked at Fuxi and said calmly, "Brother, you're setting your sister up for trouble."

"I didn't—"

"Who doesn't have some sources of information?" Nuwa interrupted him.

"I know perfectly well what the situation is like in the primordial world right now. The Celestial Court has 120 Great Luo Immortals, and the Eastern King Duke is sharpening his sword; their next target is the Northern Underworld. If you send me to the Northern Underworld now, what would I be? A savior for the demon race? Or the Celestial Court's next target?"

Fuxi opened his mouth, but could not utter a word.

Nuwa sighed, her tone softening slightly: "Brother, I know you mean well, wanting to find a way out for the demon race. But have you considered that if I am truly a demon, then wouldn't Fellow Daoist Di also be considered a demon?"

Fuxi was taken aback.

Emperor Yi.

Golden Crow.

The three-legged divine bird born from the sun star.

Wearing fur and horns? No. Born from moisture and an egg? It is a manifestation of the sun star, a natural deity with noble origins, no less than him and his sister.

But in terms of origin—

How can the Golden Crow not be considered a demon?!

It felt as if a thunderbolt had exploded in Fuxi's mind.

He jumped to his feet, his voice trembling with excitement: "Golden Crow! Three-legged Golden Crow!"

Nuwa was startled: "Brother?"

"Fellow Daoist Emperor is the Golden Crow!" Fuxi paced back and forth, his speech becoming increasingly rapid.

"How can the Golden Crow not be considered a demon? It's a divine bird born from the Sun Star, the king of all birds, the king of fire—if it's not a demon, then what is? The Kunpeng is, so why isn't Di Yi one?!"

The more he spoke, the more he felt he had grasped a crucial point, his eyes shining with astonishing brilliance: "Absolutely incomparably precious! Incomparably precious! If I hadn't deduced that the Demon Emperor's destiny pointed to the Kunpeng of the North Sea, I might have even thought that the true Demon Emperor was Fellow Daoist Emperor!"

He stopped abruptly and turned to Nuwa: "Sister, do you think I might have been heading in the wrong direction from the start? It's not that Kunpeng shouldn't be the Demon Emperor, but rather—"

He swallowed hard and lowered his voice: "Or perhaps we've misjudged the Demon Emperor?"

Nuwa looked at him and remained silent for a moment.

She said earnestly.

"Brother, you're setting a trap for Fellow Daoist Di."

"I don't--

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"Be careful of the sun's rays." Nuwa paused.

"You'll realize you're wrong."

Fuxi:

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Sister, are you threatening me?

A moment later, Fuxi took a deep breath and grasped Nuwa's hand: "Sister, let's go, let's go, let's go to the Sun Star!"

"Huh?" Nuwa hadn't reacted yet.

"Send the Sun Chariot!" Fuxi declared resolutely.

"Deliver it personally, in person! I want to see what kind of expression that Fellow Daoist Emperor will have when he receives this masterpiece of a thousand years of painstaking effort from my sister!"

Nuwa blushed again and pulled her hand back: "Brother, what nonsense are you talking about—"

"I'm not talking nonsense!" Fuxi had already started walking outside.

"This is serious business! A matter of life and death for the demon race!"

He walked to the door, then turned back and said solemnly, "Sister, your chariot is finished. Shouldn't we send it to the owner? It's only proper etiquette."

"Whether the Golden Crow counts as a demon or not, let's ask him directly. Wouldn't that clarify things?"

"We'll see."

Fuxi paused, a meaningful smile playing on his lips: "His Majesty Kunpeng won't be in a hurry."

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