OBS Chapter 350 Undercurrents Rise! The Golden Crow Patrols the Sky!
Chapter 350 Undercurrents Rise! The Golden Crow Patrols the Sky!
Amidst the discussion, Donghuang Taiyi spoke up:
"Brother."
"What reason would we have to attack the Witch Clan?"
"If we wait any longer, things might change!"
Upon hearing this, Di Jun frowned.
He was naturally thinking of taking action against the Witch Clan as soon as possible, but the Demon Clan was not yet fully prepared.
Previously, in order to forge weapons to kill the witches, the demon race massacred human beings and extracted their essence and blood.
Originally, Di Jun thought that the human race, being such a weak race, would not dare to do anything to the powerful demon race.
Who would have thought that what happened next was something he hadn't anticipated?
The human race's common master, Emperor Huangtian, actually gathered a large human army and took the initiative to attack the demon race's heavenly realm.
In that battle, both the human and demon races suffered heavy losses.
Subsequently, the demon master Kunpeng imitated Cangjie's creation of characters and successfully created demon script, thus receiving divine merit.
Di Jun coveted the merits on Kunpeng, so he joined forces with Donghuang Taiyi to forcibly seize the merits from Kunpeng.
After this incident, Kunpeng was filled with resentment and announced his departure from the demon race, joining the Western Religion and becoming the third Buddha of the West.
The loss of Kunpeng, the demon master, is a great loss to the demon race.
Before Di Jun could reply, other high-ranking members of the demon race offered their suggestions:
"Yes, Heavenly Emperor!"
"Since the ancestral witch Houtu of the Wu tribe has reincarnated, we should take advantage of the fact that the twelve ancestral witches of the Wu tribe are not all present and launch an attack!"
"That's right. As long as we defeat the Witch Clan, our Demon Clan can unify the primordial world."
"..."
Hearing what everyone was saying, Di Jun frowned and said coldly:
"That's enough!"
"Currently, there are still many areas where the demon race is not fully prepared."
"It's not time for a decisive battle with the Witch Clan yet."
As soon as Di Jun spoke, the high-ranking members of the demon race were stunned, and no one dared to refute him.
Donghuang Taiyi opened his mouth, intending to persuade Dijun, but then he swallowed the words back.
He knew very well that his elder brother was also worried that attacking the witch clan without sufficient preparation would cause the demon clan to suffer great losses.
In fact, one wrong move could lead to total defeat.
……
The location of the Wu tribe, inside the Pangu Temple.
The eleven ancestral witches, including Dijiang, gathered together.
Since Houtu, the Ancestral Witch, transformed into a being in the Netherworld Blood Sea, they have consolidated their clan and are no longer as ostentatious as before.
After all, without the Ancestral Witch Houtu, the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation of the Witch Clan could not be fully activated.
This grand formation was an important tool they used to use to deal with the demon race.
"Brother, how much longer will it take for Chi You to refine the Ancestral Witch's blood essence and successfully advance to the Ancestral Witch level?"
"Qiangliang Zuwu asked with a solemn expression."
Indeed, with no new ancestral witches being born, they were all on tenterhooks, fearing that the demon race would take advantage of this time to launch a large-scale attack on the witch race!
"Just you wait!"
"It shouldn't be long."
Dijiang responded in a deep voice.
Despite his calm and composed demeanor, he was actually quite worried deep down.
Fortunately, so far, the demon race has not made any major moves as the witch race has.
"There's nothing to be afraid of!"
"If that demon race dares to invade, I, Zhurong, will make sure they never return!"
Zhu Rong, the Ancestral Witch, said angrily, his eyes blazing with fighting spirit.
Upon hearing this, Dijiang and the other ancestral witches smiled helplessly, knowing that this was just the nature of Zhurong, the ancestral witch.
……
On the other side, the ten little golden crows in the lower realm were all extremely excited after seeing the vast and boundless primordial land.
You should know that since their birth, they have been strictly guarded by the Demon Emperor Di Jun on the Sun Star.
Now that I have come to the primordial land of the lower realm, I am naturally extremely excited.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."
There, ten little golden crows were seen freely scattering the sun's true fire, frolicking and chasing each other among the clouds, having a great time.
As the ten little golden crows were playing, their auras were naturally sensed by many powerful beings on the prehistoric land.
"Oh?"
"That's... the Golden Crow?"
"Ten little golden crows?"
"The Tenth Prince of the Demon Clan!"
"What's going on? How did they get down to the mortal realm?"
"Could it be that the Demon Emperor Di Jun sent them to the mortal realm?"
"That shouldn't be the case! In the primordial world, other races wouldn't dare to attack the ten princes of the demon race, but the witch race wouldn't care about their status!"
"..."
For a time, many powerful figures were filled with suspicion.
No one expected that at this time, the tenth prince of the demon race would actually descend upon the primordial land.
Although they were very puzzled, none of these powerful figures had any intention of attacking the ten little golden crows of the demon race.
After all, behind these ten little golden crows is the entire demon race.
Putting aside everything else, the Demon Emperor Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi, both of whom are at the Quasi-Saint level, are enough to intimidate many powerful figures.
Meanwhile, in a sacred mountain of the Western religion.
"Um?"
"Those are... Di Jun's ten sons?"
Sensing the presence of the ten little golden crows, Kunpeng suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze filled with overwhelming resentment.
Indeed, when he thought of what Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi had done to him, the hatred in his heart was hard to dispel.
"I have sacrificed so much for the demon race."
"Those two black crows, Di Jun and Tai Yi, actually turned their backs on us!"
"You've blatantly stolen my merits!"
Kunpeng said coldly, his expression growing increasingly gloomy.
You should know that he was originally cultivating diligently in the Northern Underworld Palace, but Di Jun later came to him, wanting to make him the demon master of the demon race and have him join the demon race's Heavenly Court.
Di Jun also made a promise in this regard.
If Kunpeng agrees, he will help him deal with Hongyun and seize the Primordial Purple Qi that forms the foundation for his sainthood.
That's why Kunpeng agreed to Dijun's request and became the demon master of the demon race.
What Kunpeng didn't expect was that when he attacked Hongyun, Dijun did indeed send several demon gods to assist him.
But at the crucial moment, Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi appeared, and they were also after the Primordial Purple Qi on Hongyun's body.
After this incident, Kunpeng became very unhappy with Dijun and Donghuang Taiyi.
Later, observing that Cangjie of the human race had gained a great deal of merit from the Heavenly Dao by creating characters, Kunpeng also followed Cangjie's example and created characters.
With the help of Di Jun's innate treasure, the Hetu Luoshu, he finally succeeded in creating demonic script, thus gaining heavenly merit and advancing his cultivation to the level of a sub-saint.
What Kunpeng couldn't have foreseen was...
The merit he gained here actually aroused the covetousness of Emperor Jun and Emperor Taiyi, who shamelessly tried to seize it by force.
"Giggle!"
As he thought about it, Kunpeng gritted his teeth in anger.
"How about we capture this tenth prince of the demon race?"
Suddenly, an idea popped into Kunpeng's mind.
With this in mind, he practiced his divination to see what was behind the ten princes of the demon race descending to the mortal realm.
However, to Kunpeng's surprise, his calculations failed to reveal its primordial trajectory.
"What happened?"
"Could it be that the tenth prince of the demon race descending to the mortal realm is a trap?"
Kunpeng secretly harbored doubts, and out of caution, he abandoned the idea of harming the tenth prince of the demon race.