Chapter 73 The Demon Race's Choices: The Seventy-Third Day of Game Making
The sun, far away in the sky, sank down, its dazzling golden light and heat waves drawing ever closer to Kunpeng. The scorching heat of the rising sun rendered Kunpeng unable to even care about the three people wreaking havoc on its body, and it could only fly southwards with its wings spread.
But how can a bird fly past the sun?
The setting sun chased after the Kunpeng, and even if the Kunpeng changed direction, it could only be chased continuously, and the distance between the two was constantly shrinking.
You're going to die!
Kunpeng sensed something was wrong. The sun hadn't fallen for no reason; it was aimed at him. He had been a fraction too slow when he shook off Donghuang Taiyi, and that's how the sun had targeted him.
Already exhausted from his work, and with several powerful immortals cutting into his flesh, he was now being targeted by the sun in the sky.
It can be said that Kunpeng is caught between a rock and a hard place, and he really doesn't know what to do.
Kunpeng gritted his teeth. Eating a couple of pieces of meat wouldn't kill him, but being caught by the sun would be fatal. He couldn't transform into a giant Kun again, since his speed in the water was far slower than his speed in the sky.
It's better to take a gamble and find a crowded place, otherwise millions of lives will be lost with him. If the sun dares to move, he will bear countless sins. Kunpeng immediately changed direction and flew eastward. The prosperity of Dongsheng Shenzhou is obvious to all.
Donghuang Taiyi's eyes lit up when he saw the blazing sun; it was his elder brother riding the sun to find him.
Since the Nine Netherworld uses game currency as a form of exchange, it's impossible to block the game. He had told his brother about it as soon as he noticed something was wrong, and now that the formation has been broken, his brother has indeed come looking for him.
He put away the flames in his hand and cut a piece of roasted meat from the back of the Kunpeng: "Don't worry, this Kunpeng has nowhere to escape, and we can be rescued with peace of mind."
After all, there is no place in the world that sunlight cannot reach.
Although Xuanming didn't understand the sun, he was relieved to see Donghuang Taiyi's carefree and relaxed demeanor. He started eating the meat and remarked, "It's just that we're missing some good wine. Next time you come to the Wu Clan to find me, I'll treat you to some wine."
Donghuang Taiyi rolled his eyes again. One minute he treated him like an enemy, the next he was all smiles, offering to buy him a drink. His attitude was so fickle. If he still believed Xuanming's words, he'd be a fool.
As expected of a Great Luo Golden Immortal, Kunpeng's flesh and blood were extremely pure. As soon as it ate it, it felt as if its flesh and blood were boiling, and even its suppressed cultivation level showed a tendency to rebound.
Donghuang Taiyi sensed a familiar aura within this pure power. The taste of the Chaos Bell, which could never be recalled since the contract was signed, was now being tasted in the flesh and blood of Kunpeng.
He had been wondering where those little demons had hidden his Chaos Bell, and why he couldn't call it back no matter what he did. Now it seems that Kunpeng had hidden it on his person.
The back of the Kunpeng is thousands of miles wide, and searching for it would be quite a task. However, as the Chaos Bell is Donghuang Taiyi's innate magical treasure, he naturally has a unique method for finding it.
Donghuang Taiyi forced out a stream of essence blood, which merged into Kunpeng's body. The next second, Kunpeng's bird face turned ashen. At this moment, his abdomen was churning violently. The once dormant Chaos Bell was now in complete chaos under the stimulation of Donghuang Taiyi's essence blood.
If the roasted meat on his body was just a minor humiliation for Kunpeng, the Chaos Bell that he swallowed truly made him taste the bitterness of regret.
If he hadn't provoked Donghuang Taiyi, he wouldn't have gotten into this mess. If he hadn't coveted the Chaos Bell, this supreme treasure, and swallowed it whole, he wouldn't have been devoured by the treasure at this critical juncture.
At their level, even a moment's distraction can determine life or death.
The enormous golden crow's silhouette had already appeared before Kunpeng in the sun. The golden crow exuded an imposing aura without anger, its cold eyes filled with displeasure at the offender.
He rode the golden chariot of the sun towards the Kunpeng, letting the world witness the attack from the sun.
The sun's attack was indeed powerful, but under such a massive sun, it was impossible to precisely strike only Kunpeng. As the Golden Crow of the Sun, he naturally escaped unscathed, but the two Ancestral Witches beside him might not be so lucky.
Although he usually disliked the big, dumb brutes of the Witch Clan, they had just shared a barbecue, making them acquaintances who had gone through thick and thin together. Of course, he couldn't just stand by and watch the two of them be swallowed up by the Sun Star.
Xuanming and Houtu also sensed the danger brought by this attack, and they both protected themselves with Xuanming True Water and Dust. Donghuang Taiyi also had the sun set on fire to envelop them all: "Brother must be anxious because he can't find me. Once we defeat Kunpeng, I will definitely introduce you to him."
The power of the sun is self-evident; even the Kunpeng, with its wings like clouds hanging from the sky, could only turn into a charred mess under the sun and crash heavily to the ground.
At the same time, Donghuang Taiyi, who was standing, and Xuanming and Houtu, who had suffered minor injuries, also fell to the ground. Donghuang Taiyi did not have time to help them up.
The sun had already risen back into the sky, and Di Jun, dressed in a golden robe, appeared before them.
Before Donghuang Taiyi could even tell his brother about the crisis he had encountered on this trip, someone else had already knelt down at Dijun's feet before him.
"Lord Dijun, I, Kunpeng, am willing to lead all the demons within the Southern Underworld to submit to you. From now on, I am willing to be the vanguard of the demons and obey your arrangements. I only ask that you spare my life!" Kunpeng has always been a man who can bend and stretch. As soon as Dijun made his move, he knew that he was no match for him.
Seeing that Di Jun had already used his killing move, but he had only survived by chance, there was no way he could escape. Of course, he had to make his stance clear as soon as possible to save his own life.
He had long known that Di Jun harbored ambitions to dominate the prehistoric world, and he even used the demon race, who had gained sentience but had not yet achieved immortality, as a pawn to recruit his subordinates.
He was, after all, a figure who could be ranked among the top in Zixiao Palace. If he were to voluntarily submit, it would certainly greatly increase Di Junsheng's power and provide him with a great boost. Moreover, he had quite a few demons under his command. With this as a condition, he could also save his own life.
Kunpeng was extremely shrewd. With the incident at Jiuyou, he had essentially severed his ties with the major clans of the prehistoric world, not to mention that he had also offended the Wu Clan and the Golden Crow.
The Wu clan has always been bound by blood ties. They are not fond of using their brains, and whatever he says will inevitably lead to retaliation. But Di Jun is a clever leader; as long as he can demonstrate sufficient benefits, he will always be willing to protect himself.
As expected, Kunpeng saw that Dijun's expression had changed, and he knew in his heart that the matter was settled.
“Brother, you mustn’t! Kunpeng is treacherous and cunning. Not long ago, he tried to kill us. If we keep him around, who knows when he will cause trouble for us again.” Donghuang Taiyi spoke these words quickly and urgently, fearing that his brother would report this treacherous and cunning man.
If it were anyone else, Di Jun might have just let it go in one ear and out the other, but since it concerned his own brother, he looked at Kunpeng with scrutinizing eyes.
Kunpeng immediately burst into tears, pointing his finger to the sky and swearing: "My loyalty to the demon race is witnessed by heaven and earth. Heaven and earth above, I, Kunpeng, hereby swear that if I ever fail Lord Dijun, I will have no chance to attain the Great Dao and my cultivation will not be able to improve even a little."
Seeing that Donghuang Taiyi was still eyeing him covetously, clearly showing his disbelief, Kunpeng gritted his teeth and made another oath, tailored to Donghuang Taiyi's temperament: "If I break this oath, I will give up my wings and become a bald chicken."
Donghuang Taiyi was shocked. No bird has feet, no love of beauty, and no attention to its own wings. Kunpeng's vow was truly ruthless.
That wasn't enough. Kunpeng then tore open his robes and pulled out the Chaos Bell, the Profound Dark True Water, and other treasures he had accumulated or swindled from his abdominal cavity where he stored his treasures: "I am willing to offer all these treasures, just to contribute my meager strength to your great cause, sir."
"In addition, I have hundreds of millions of coins in the game that I am willing to offer to you, my lord, in the hope that you will accept me as a member of the demon race."
Only then was Di Jun finally willing to bow his head and take a look at Kunpeng, the treacherous and cunning man who had deceived his younger brother.
After all, there are countless beings in the primordial world, and the term "demon" is just a conventional definition used to refer to low-level cultivators who have gained sentience but have not yet cultivated an immortal body.
Before Di Jun, the demon race was merely a joke among lesser demons, imitating powerful ancient races like the dragon and phoenix.
However, ever since Di Jun suddenly appeared and proclaimed that "anyone who considers themselves a demon can join my ranks," the name "demon race" has become widely known. Now, even a famous figure in the prehistoric world like Kunpeng is willing to call himself a demon, which shows that a great cause is in sight.
The death of a Kunteng only serves to vent anger, but a living Kunpeng not only adds a powerful general to the demon race, but also expands the demon race's sphere of influence, in addition to the money to fill the treasure chests...
Furthermore, since Kunpeng has sworn an oath of loyalty, this demon can be used.
Di Jun nodded: "Okay."
Since his elder brother had already nodded, Donghuang Taiyi couldn't refute anything. He could only sulk and plan to ask his brother for an explanation after everyone left.
But Xuanming and Houtu would not erase their past grievances just because Kunpeng joined the demon race: "What about the price Kunpeng paid for deceiving the witch race and plotting against the ancestral witches?"
On the land formed from Pangu's flesh and blood, the two ancestral witches, who had only suffered minor injuries, quickly recovered.
"Why should we explain the affairs of the demon race to your witch race?"
Di Jun stood with his hands behind his back, but what he said made Donghuang Taiyi's eyes widen in surprise.
Di Jun did not turn around, but simply stopped Donghuang Taiyi from speaking.
Kunpeng, standing to the side, was overjoyed. With Dijun protecting him, the Wu Clan wouldn't be able to do anything to him for the time being.
"Good, good, good, good demon race." Xuanming could not bear it at all. Even Houtu, who was always calm, could not stand such humiliation. She stood behind her brother and lent him a helping hand.
A ruthless glint flashed in Di Jun's eyes. He thought he could kill the two Witch Ancestors here, but as soon as the thought crossed his mind, he felt the suppression of the Heavenly Dao upon him.
That's enough, he still needs the blessing of destiny.
Di Jun turned his head and forced the heavily injured Kunpeng to transform back into its original form, then gracefully departed with Donghuang Taiyi.
The Ancestral Witch could only watch as the Kunpeng, limping, flapped its two bald wings and flew westward.
"Brother, it's time for us to go back." Houtu's expression was calm, as if everything was as usual.
Xuanming retorted, "Is it just because Dijun is bullying us like this?"
"They will pay the price, and besides, I've already reported them." Houtu tapped the ground with her cane, her words etching a curse into the heavens and earth.
Xuanming's expression softened slightly: "Report?"
"A report has been filed with Wuzhuang Temple, alleging that Kunpeng is using the game to commit illicit acts."
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Author's Note: Thank you, my little angels, for reading this far! [panda head emoji]
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