Chapter 267 The Two Lords of Heaven and Earth
Just like when Hou Yi killed the Golden Crow, the Golden Crow was powerless to resist. When Di Jun wanted to kill Hou Yi, Hou Yi was also powerless to resist.
Di Jun's hand wasn't large, just the size of an ordinary person, but in Hou Yi's eyes, it was incredibly enormous, like a sky-covering sun, completely obscuring his vision.
So that all he could see was Di Jun's palm.
Fear, utter fear!
At this moment, under Di Jun's oppressive power, a deep fear rose in Hou Yi's heart. His future was bleak; all hope of life had been extinguished.
He had already seen his inevitable death.
Under this palm strike, he would surely die!
Watching the palm draw ever closer, Hou Yi's heart was filled with resentment.
But no matter how he struggled, no matter how much force he exerted, his body seemed not to belong to him, unable to move at all, only able to watch helplessly as the palm pressed down, awaiting death.
"Hey!"
"Di Jun, you've gone too far!"
Suddenly, the void in front of Hou Yi began to expand infinitely, covering an immeasurable distance in an instant.
At the same time, Hou Yi's body retreated rapidly, disappearing from the reach of Di Jun's hand in the blink of an eye.
"Di Jiang, are you going to protect Him?"
Looking at the figure that suddenly appeared before him, Di Jun suppressed his anger and said coldly.
The one who saved Hou Yi was none other than the chieftain of the Witch Clan, Di Jiang.
Only he, known as the fastest being in the primordial world, could save Hou Yi from Di Jun at the crucial moment.
Thus, the two most powerful figures in the primordial world met here.
The Lord of Heaven and the Lord of Earth!
"Di Jun, your sons, caused chaos in the prehistoric world and were killed by Hou Yi. It was entirely their own fault, and they have no one else to blame!"
"You are being unreasonable, insisting on using this as an excuse to kill my clan's great shaman, a descendant of Pangu. Are you implying that my Wu clan has no one left?" Having saved Hou Yi, Di Jiang breathed a sigh of relief and accused Di Jun.
"He killed nine of my sons!"
Di Jun said hatefully, staring at Di Jiang.
"So what!"
"They were just nine feathered beasts. How could they compare to the noble descendants of Pangu?"
"When your son killed my Wu clan's great shaman, their deaths were already predetermined. No one, whether in heaven or on earth, could save them!"
"For so many years, no great shaman of the Wu clan had fallen. Today, with Kuafu's death, Di Jiang's anger was unimaginable.
"You're courting death!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Di Jun summoned the Hetu Luoshu, demonstrating the Dao of the Nine Palaces of the Primordial Chaos, and attacked Di Jiang.
"Afraid of you? I'm not afraid!"
Dijiang grabbed at the void, and instantly, the void vanished completely; even the Great Dao ceased to exist, and everything lost its meaning.
The moment space progressed forward, time was born. Therefore, without time, space at most stagnates. But without space, time loses its meaning.
Space is the foundation of all existence; without space, the primordial world would have no basis for existence. What difference would it be from chaos?
As the ruler of space, Dijiang's power is unimaginable.
It's just that the renown of the Twelve Ancestral Witches is too great, thus overshadowing his own fame. This makes him relatively unknown in the primordial world, far less famous than Dijun and Taiyi.
But this does not diminish Dijiang's power in the slightest.
Leaving aside everything else, Dijiang's status as the eldest son of Pangu alone destined him for greatness.
In an instant, everything lost its meaning; the Hetu and Luoshu also lost their foundation, trembling in the air for a moment before returning to Dijun's hands.
"Clang!"
A melodious bell tolled from the heavens, suppressing all the heavens and the universe, across endless time and space.
The Eight Trigrams of the Primordial Chaos manifested, their eight phases rotating, demonstrating the principles of the universe's operation.
Taiyi and Fuxi had arrived!
Subsequently, all the demon saints and demon gods of the demon race, led by Kunpeng, descended one by one.
On the other side, various laws manifested, the River of Time flowed slowly, the Five Elements Great Dao descended... the Twelve Ancestral Witches had arrived.
Behind them stood the great shamans of the Witch Clan!
At this moment, all the high-ranking members of the Witch and Demon Clans were present, and the atmosphere was tense, ready to erupt at any moment.
...
"This..."
"This is going to be a catastrophe!"
With such a massive upheaval in the primordial world, the many powerful beings naturally couldn't be unaware.
Immediately, they tightly closed their mountain gates, ordering their disciples not to leave, fearing they would be caught in the calamity and reduced to ashes.
The Witch and Demon Clans were too powerful; once a battle broke out, even quasi-saints couldn't protect themselves. How could the many powerful beings not be afraid?
...
"Brother, let's fight!"
Silently approaching Di Jun, Taiyi said.
Without further ado, his words represented his resolve.
Besides Di Jun and Xi He, Taiyi was the most heartbroken by the death of the Golden Crows. He had regarded the little Golden Crows as his heirs.
Yet they had died, just like that, at the hands of the Witch Clan.
How could Taiyi bear it?
New and old grudges surged into Taiyi's heart; his heart filled with murderous intent; he wanted to annihilate the Wu Clan!
"Go back!"
At this moment, Dijun, surprisingly calm, commanded the others.
"What?"
"Go back?"
"Brother, you..."
Taiyi, who was about to attack, was stunned by Dijun's words and asked in return.
"I said, go back!"
Ignoring Taiyi and the others' confused expressions, Dijun flicked his sleeve, turned, and left, returning to the Heavenly Court.
Dijun left without looking back. Even with his deep resentment, Taiyi couldn't stay any longer. He could only glare hatefully at Houyi before leaving with Dijun.
The other demons, seeing this, exchanged glances and followed suit.
The Wu Clan didn't try to stop the demons from leaving.
Because there was no need!
At the Quasi-Saint level, unless there was absolute suppression, if one side wanted to escape, the other couldn't stop it.
The demons were determined to leave, and the Wu Clan couldn't stop them anyway; it was better to let them go, rather than have them cause trouble.
"Fellow Daoist, please don't be angry!"
"Brother Daoist has no choice. If we were to engage in a full-scale war with the Witch Clan, our demon race might not be a match for them."
"Moreover, fighting the Witch Clan on land would put us at a complete disadvantage, making our chances of victory even lower."
Seeing Taiyi still looking furious, Fuxi stepped forward to persuade him.
"Fellow Daoist, I understand my brother's good intentions; he's just angry for the moment."
"The Heavenly Court..."
Taiyi shook his head, his feelings inexplicable.
Since the establishment of the Heavenly Court, he had experienced too much helplessness.
They were no longer the same as before!
"Fellow Daoist, rest assured, the Witch Clan won't be able to run rampant for long."
"After so many years of effort, the Zhou Tian Star Array is now complete, and the 365 Zhou Tian Demon Gods have gathered. We will surely be able to fully unleash the power of the Zhou Tian Star Array."
"In that case, the Witch Clan will have nothing to fear!"
Clearly, Fuxi had great confidence in the Zhou Tian Star Array.
(End of Chapter)