Honghuang: It makes sense that there are four Sanqing, right?

"One arrow and they're dead? These scruffy birds got off too easily!"

Seeing the last golden crow die, Hou Yi put away his longbow, said angrily, and then rushed towards Kuafu.

Xu Qing, dressed in white, had already helped Kuafu up. Seeing that the elixir had successfully stabilized Kuafu's life, he breathed a sigh of relief. Despite his haste, he had finally managed to save him.

"Senior, what should we do next? Should we go and seek revenge on a group of demons?"

Hou Yi stepped forward, cupped his hands in greeting to Xu Qing, and, knowing the urgency of the matter, Xu Qing simply instructed Hou Yi to take the divine arrow and find Kuafu, then sped off without saying much more.

"Go back to Buzhou Mountain. You don't need to go looking for the demon race; they'll be coming for you soon."

Xu Qing shook his head. The most urgent task was to return to Buzhou Mountain, gather the Ancestral Witches, and then discuss countermeasures together.

First, notify the four ancestral witches who are purifying the evil energy in the west, and then let Houtu's primordial spirit also come to Buzhou Mountain.

Houtu has already become a saint and has a primordial spirit that can travel through the prehistoric world, but Emperor Jun, who ruled the Ten Suns of Heaven, could not possibly be unaware of this. In other words, he still dares to start a war.

Why? Xu Qing frowned. Was it Taiyi, who had been out of the public eye for so long? Or had he himself had some kind of extraordinary encounter?

Variables, oh variables! Xu Qing no longer recognizes the current prehistoric world.

Buzhou Mountain, Pangu Palace...

Dijiang had already cultivated his primordial spirit, and at this moment he transformed into a burly man with a bare upper body, followed by Jumang, who had a human face and a bird's body.

"Huh?" Upon hearing Xu Qing's words, Di Jiang slammed his fist on the table in anger and shouted loudly.

"Brother Xu Qing, are you telling the truth?"

"Is that scruffy bird going to challenge us to a final battle?"

Xu Qing's expression was solemn as he spoke earnestly.

"It's almost certainly true. To be on the safe side, let Qiangliang and the others come back."

Qiangliang, Tianhao, Xizi, and Rushou are the four ancestral witches who are currently purifying the evil energy.

After pondering for a moment, Dijiang finally nodded.

"Brother Xu Qing, I believe in your abilities. Among the twelve brothers, I am the fastest. I will go and call Qiang Liang and the others back right now."

Without delay, Di Jiang vanished in a flash, activating the laws of space.

Wow, that was fast! Sure enough, with the primordial spirit, the strength of the Ancestral Witches has greatly increased.

Xu Qing felt a surge of emotion, gaining more confidence for the upcoming battle.

After acquiring the primordial spirit, Dijiang, who mastered the laws of space, reached the pinnacle of speed. Below the level of a sage, only the Kunpeng could compare to him.

I can't just sit idly by. I need to go to the Nine Netherworld first. The Underworld... needs to be built.

Mulberry Valley...

"Where are they? I'm asking you, where are they?"

Di Jun's face was contorted with rage as he looked at the empty Sang Valley and roared at the great demon guarding it.

That was a powerful demon of the Peng clan, at the peak of the Great Luo realm, trembling in fear before Di Jun.

"I...I don't know. The princes said they wanted to go out and play that day. I originally refused, but suddenly everything went black and I fainted...I've been fainting ever since."

Of course you don't know, this is a sleeping potion I specially collected; even a quasi-saint would be unconscious for half a year.

Di Jun appeared angry, but inwardly he was sneering, "How could you possibly keep an eye on nine people by yourself?"

"Useless trash! These are all my sons. If anything happens to them, I'll hold you responsible!"

After speaking, Di Jun transformed into a golden flame and flew down from Sang Valley to the primordial land. He looked anxious and ignored all the people he encountered along the way.

What's wrong with Your Majesty the Demon Emperor? Why are you so anxious?

Di Jun's strange behavior caused a stir among the people of the Demon Court, a situation that seemed to foreshadow an impending storm.

Even though he knew exactly where the Golden Crows' corpses were, Di Jun still made a round of other places first, until everyone in the Heavenly Court knew that something had happened.

Okay, that's about it...

Calculating in his mind, several months later, Di Jun finally flew towards the territory of the Witch Clan.

On that day, Di Jun's fierce roar resounded throughout the primordial world.

"Who? Who killed my child!"

Di Jun held the corpse of the Great Golden Crow and roared to the sky. Divine fire soared, and the surrounding area turned into a scorched earth.

Demon Master Kunpeng, Emperor Fuxi, and the Ten Great Demon Saints hurriedly gathered around. They saw that Di Jun, who always cared a great deal about his appearance, had disheveled hair and an untidy imperial robe.

"What happened?"

Fuxi had just emerged from seclusion when he couldn't help but ask a question. At the same time, he took out the Bagua compass and began to perform calculations.

"Xi Huang, there's no need to calculate anymore, I already know."

Di Jun quickly stopped Fu Xi, his face full of anger, and then said, "Let's go back to Lingxiao Palace first."

Seeing that he was in a bad mood, Fuxi had no intention of provoking him at this time. He put away the Bagua plate and flew towards the Lingxiao Palace with the others.

In the Lingxiao Palace, Di Jun gripped the handle tightly, veins bulging on his arms, his aura leaking out and surging, making the ten demon saints breathless.

After a while, he seemed to recover a little from his frenzy, and his breathing stabilized.

"Your Majesty, what has happened?"

Seeing that Di Jun had calmed down a bit, Bai Ze stepped forward, knelt down, and asked.

boom!

His aura went berserk again, and this time Di Jun made almost no attempt to conceal it, threatening to turn the entire Lingxiao Palace into ruins.

However, the ten saints, including Bai Ze, were not affected. Di Jun's face was contorted with rage, as if he was struggling to control himself.

"Besides Lu Ya, my other sons, my nine sons, were killed by Hou Yi of the Wu tribe!"

Upon hearing this, gasps of astonishment filled the Lingxiao Palace. In their eyes, for someone of Emperor Jun's Quasi-Saint cultivation level, conceiving offspring was extremely difficult and would undoubtedly be a precious treasure.

The ten demon saints were not only shocked but also deeply moved. His Majesty, despite the pain of losing his son, still managed to keep his mind focused on not harming them!

If you treat me as a national hero, I will surely treat you as a national hero in return!

The demon saints secretly resolved to be even more loyal to him.

Di Jun took in everyone's reactions, paused for a moment, and then, as if using a great deal of strength to suppress his anger, squeezed out the words through his teeth.

"I demand that the witch clan pay for their blood debt!"

"Who's in favor? Who's opposed?"

The ordinary demons were unaware that Di Jun was absorbing the fortune, but those present were well aware of it.

They were unsure whether Di Jun could fight against Hou Tu's primordial spirit, but the ten demon saints were all determined to fight him to the death, and they all knelt on one knee to express their agreement.

Fuxi was confident that with his sister Nuwa protecting him, his life was safe, so he did not object.

Kunpeng wanted to speak, but everyone remained silent. Dijun was furious, and remembering how he had been knocked to the ground with a single palm strike that day, he ultimately did not speak.

"Alright! Thank you all, Dijun!"

"Immediately assemble the troops and gather all fighting forces. As soon as everyone is present, depart for Buzhou Mountain!"

Di Jun nodded almost imperceptibly. Beneath his loose black hair, his eyes held no anger, only greed.

In the following months, an endless stream of demon soldiers and generals rushed from all over the prehistoric world toward the Southern Heavenly Gate, numbering over a million, boundless and endless, with human figures surging and demonic energy swirling.

Clashing weapons, gleaming swords!

Emperor Jun changed back into his imperial robes and looked at his people.

"My lads of the demon race!"

"The Witch Clan has repeatedly invaded my Demon Clan, and many Demon Saints have volunteered to fight me, but I did not want to be involved in war and have tolerated them time and time again. I never expected that they would take advantage of this!"

"Just a few months ago, Hou Yi of the Wu tribe killed nine of my children, your princes!"

"Should we take revenge?"

The demons were in an uproar and raised their weapons.

"Avenge the prince! Avenge him! Avenge him!"

Di Jun gestured for silence.

"No! It's not about avenging them. Haven't yourselves had relatives killed by the witch clan?"

"I didn't make you fight to the death because of personal grudges, but I only understood what you've been feeling all these years the moment I saw my son's body."

"Do you want revenge?"

In the countless years of lich warfare, who hasn't had a few relatives killed? Everyone has!

His Majesty had such a thought. The demons fell silent, their hatred for the Witch Clan intertwined with their reverence for Emperor Jun, tightly binding the million demons together.

The old demon wept blood and tears, while the lesser demons exuded murderous aura. Everyone wished they could immediately head to Buzhou Mountain.

"Your Majesty is wise!"

"Revenge! Revenge! Revenge!"

Looking at the overwhelming power before him, Di Jun felt gratified and shouted loudly again.

"The hatred of our clan and the nation must be repaid!"

"Strengthen your troops and prepare for a two-week rest. During this period, all cultivation resources will be funded by the Heavenly Court's treasury."

"Half a month later, they smashed through Mount Buzhou!"