Chapter 48: Everyone Shows What They Can Do
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Di Jun and Di Jiang—one the natural emperor of the demon race, supreme Heavenly Emperor; the other the foremost of the Twelve Ancestor Witches, and the orthodox heir of Pangu.
One wielded the supreme-grade innate spiritual treasure, the River Map and Luo Book, whose mysteries were unrivaled. The other commanded the power of spatial law and possessed invincible combat prowess. These two were perfectly matched opponents.
With a casual wave of his hand, Di Jiang sealed the surrounding space, rendering Di Jun’s Golden Crow Rainbow Transformation useless. He then manipulated space to crush down upon Di Jun while simultaneously exploiting the overwhelming strength of his physical body, charging straight toward Di Jun to engage him in close combat.
Seeing this, Di Jun summoned the River Map and Luo Book to withstand the descending space. Blazing solar true fire coiled around his body, and a terrifying wave of heat surged directly toward Di Jiang.
Di Jiang felt a searing pain travel from his fist. He was deeply astonished. With his physical body at the late Hunyuan Golden Immortal stage, he had actually been burned by the flames of that mongrel-feathered bird, Di Jun. It seemed Di Jun truly possessed some ability.
The thought only excited Di Jiang further. Spatial law surged around him, isolating the flames as he charged toward Di Jun.
Di Jun was likewise utterly unafraid. He drove his magical power to its limits and met Di Jiang head-on.
The two fought fiercely across the heavens, locked in a struggle from which neither could gain the upper hand. Fortunately, their battlefield had already moved far from the low-level cultivators of both races. Otherwise, the mere shock waves would have claimed countless lives.
Nor were they the only ones. The many great powers of the demon and witch races had followed close behind and were already locked in battle.
At the very forefront was the Eastern Emperor, Taiyi. He walked the path of proving the Dao through strength, and with the innate supreme treasure, the Chaos Bell, in hand, his current cultivation may have reached only the mid-stage Hunyuan Golden Immortal realm, but in terms of combat power, he was likely even stronger than his elder brother.
Zhurong’s temperament resembled Taiyi’s in certain respects. Impetuous and arrogant, he charged directly at the Eastern Emperor.
At first, the two chose to fight at close quarters. With a furious roar, Zhurong sent his fire laws surging through his body and actually matched Taiyi’s solar true fire blow for blow.
His physical body was even stronger than Taiyi’s. In their first exchange, he actually forced Taiyi onto the defensive.
Rage rose in the Eastern Emperor’s heart. Since transforming into human form, he had never once been beaten down by anyone.
“Courting death!”
With a furious shout, Taiyi blocked Zhurong with his left hand. Then he flipped his right hand and summoned the Chaos Bell.
“Dang!”
The bell rang out, its divine might boundless, and Zhurong was sent flying tens of thousands of miles.
Having gained the advantage, Taiyi refused to let up. He employed the Golden Crow Rainbow Transformation and prepared to pursue Zhurong for the kill.
“Zhurong is being far too reckless. Little sister, you and I should deal with this Eastern Emperor Taiyi together,” Candle Jiuyin said to Hou Tu.
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“Very well.” Hou Tu answered with a single word, then joined Candle Jiuyin in confronting the Eastern Emperor Taiyi.
As the Ancestor Witch of Time, Candle Jiuyin commanded the Great Dao of Time.
Among the Three Thousand Great Daos, the Great Dao of Time was second only to Pangu’s Great Dao of Strength.
In terms of subtlety, it far surpassed the Great Dao of Fire comprehended by the Eastern Emperor Taiyi.
Facing Taiyi’s Golden Crow Rainbow Transformation, Candle Jiuyin immediately activated the Great Dao of Time. Affected by it, Taiyi’s speed plummeted. Hou Tu seized the opportunity and struck. Using the Great Dao of Earth as her foundation, she condensed a gigantic hand that seized the Eastern Emperor Taiyi in its grasp.
With a thought from Hou Tu, the giant hand suddenly tightened.
Yet in the next instant, the sound of a bell rang out.
“Dang!”
The enormous hand Hou Tu had condensed was instantly shattered.
In the prehistoric world, the strength of a combatant depended not only on cultivation and laws. Spiritual treasures were also an extremely important measure of power.
The Eastern Emperor Taiyi cast a cold glance at Candle Jiuyin and Hou Tu. He then manipulated the Chaos Bell to fix the surrounding space and time in place. With this innate supreme treasure present, Candle Jiuyin’s Great Dao of Time could no longer affect him.
“It is a pity, little sister. You had only just condensed your primordial spirit, and before you had time to refine any spiritual treasures, the demon race came knocking. Our witch clan’s treasury also contains supreme-grade innate spiritual treasures. If you had been able to refine one or two of them, you would not be so helpless against the Chaos Bell.”
After hearing Candle Jiuyin’s words, Hou Tu shook her head.
“Second Brother, the Chaos Bell is an innate supreme treasure, and one of the Three Treasures of Creation. Even if I had refined a supreme-grade innate spiritual treasure, it would have been of little use against this bell.”
“That mongrel-feathered bird, Taiyi, is truly lucky. He actually has the Chaos Bell as his companion spiritual treasure,” Candle Jiuyin muttered before swinging his fist and charging forward.
The Chaos Bell was powerful, but if that mongrel-feathered bird Taiyi thought he could defeat him merely by using it to isolate the power of the laws, he was indulging in a foolish fantasy.
Seeing this, Hou Tu hurried after him. The might of the Chaos Bell could not be underestimated. If Candle Jiuyin faced Taiyi alone, he might well suffer the same fate as Zhurong.
Meanwhile, over at Fuxi’s battlefield, Fuxi was not only the demon race’s third Demon Emperor but also Nüwa’s elder brother. In tacit agreement, the Twelve Ancestor Witches had left Fuxi to Blackwater, who had the closest relationship with Nüwa, to deal with.
Blackwater possessed both the laws of rain and ice and had already reached the late Hunyuan Golden Immortal stage. She easily suppressed Fuxi.
Seeing this, the demon race sent the two Demon Sages, Nine-Headed Infant and Ghost Chariot, to reinforce him.
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Blackwater, however, wore an expression of disdain. Two early-stage Quasi-Saints dared to interfere?
Were their younger sister’s names also Nüwa?
With a mere thought, a massive hammer formed of ice appeared in Blackwater’s hand. As Ghost Chariot charged toward her, she swung the ice hammer and struck him, sending him flying.
Seeing this, the ancient zither in Fuxi’s hands suddenly rang out with music brimming with killing intent.
Each note seemed like an incomparably sharp blade, slashing toward Blackwater.
“Clang, clang, clang!”
The blades formed from Fuxi’s zither music struck Blackwater in the back, producing a series of crisp metallic clashes.
Blackwater turned with a cold expression and hurled the massive hammer toward Fuxi.
The killing intent in Fuxi’s zither music intensified. The hammer was shredded in midair by the waves of sound.
While Fuxi dealt with the ice hammer hurtling toward him, Blackwater had already charged to the front of Nine-Headed Infant.
Seeing this, Nine-Headed Infant opened his enormous mouth and spewed forth blazing flames. He was naturally capable of controlling both water and fire. In the past, he had always attacked his enemies with both at once. But Blackwater possessed the laws of rain and ice—using water against her would be no different from handing her a feast.
Nine-Headed Infant assumed that if he refrained from using water, he might not be able to defeat Blackwater, but he could at least suppress her.
He soon realized that he was wrong.
Facing his divine fire, Blackwater summoned a torrential rain.
As the rain descended, the divine fire Nine-Headed Infant prided himself on was extinguished almost instantly. Once the flames were put out, the falling raindrops transformed into countless ice needles and, with startling speed, pierced him until he resembled a porcupine.
Overcome by agony, Nine-Headed Infant let out a furious roar and transformed into his true form.
“No wonder you are called Nine-Headed Infant. You really do have nine heads. How hideous,” Blackwater remarked.
She seized the central head of Nine-Headed Infant, swung him in a circle, and hurled him away. He happened to crash into Ghost Chariot, who had just flown back, sending him flying once more.
Witnessing this, Fuxi’s expression grew even more solemn. His zither began to sing again. This time, the music contained less killing intent; its purpose had shifted from slaying the enemy to restraining him.
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