Even he himself couldn't believe the divination he received this time. It was both an ominous sign and a very auspicious sign, a mix of bad and good. The ominous sign seemed to indicate that he might die in this great battle, while the auspicious sign seemed to indicate that this matter was related to his path to enlightenment. If he were to die, how could he possibly attain enlightenment?
Ultimately, remembering that he was also a member of the demon race, and that this matter concerned the life and death of the demon race, he felt he had no choice but to help.
Before his departure, Nuwa sent him another map, which was the very treasure Nuwa used to prove her Dao, the Map of Mountains and Rivers. Fuxi felt reassured, knowing that with this treasure in hand, he would not perish.
Fuxi took out the Fuxi Qin (a type of zither) given to him by Nuwa from the Treasure Sharing Cliff and said, "It's been a long time since I've made a move. I'm afraid they've almost forgotten about me, this quasi-saint. Very well, today I'll use you to teach them a lesson."
Fuxi received a secret order from Taiyi, instructing him to stop the eleven ancestral witches from ascending to heaven at Yuanzai Kong for a moment, no matter what method he used. After receiving the order, Fuxi waited for the ancestral witches at Yuanzai Kong.
Upon seeing the arrival of the Ancestral Witches, Fuxi cupped his hands and said, "You Ancestral Witches have come from afar; please forgive this humble Taoist for not welcoming you from afar."
Xuanming said, "Fuxi, why are you alone? Where are Taiyi and the others? How can you possibly be a match for us all by yourself? Could it be that Taiyi is afraid and doesn't dare to come out, becoming a coward?" After he finished speaking, everyone in the Wu tribe burst into laughter.
Fuxi didn't take it to heart. With a wave of his hand, he took out the Fuxi Qin (a type of zither) and sat down on the spot. "Today, I will play a piece for all of you ancestral witches. I hope you will appreciate it." After saying that, he began to play the zither.
The crowd exchanged bewildered glances, unable to comprehend Fuxi's actions. They saw the music split in two: on the demon side, the clash of swords and the thunder of horses swept across the land; on the other hand, the shamans felt as if spring had arrived, their hearts were at ease, and they were even feeling drowsy. Fuxi, with his flowing robes and otherworldly air, seemed to blend seamlessly with the primordial world, truly a magnificent sight.
Those sages watching the battle from the heavens were secretly impressed by this scene. There were countless capable people in the prehistoric world, and many of them were more skilled than Fuxi. However, only Fuxi could fight with such elegance. Xuan Tian, in particular, laughed at Fuxi for showing off in the palace.
Although the Ancestral Witches were not versed in etiquette and did not understand Fuxi's meaning, they saw that the fighting spirit of the witches behind them was gradually diminishing. The Ancestral Witches secretly thought that this was bad and that they might be defeated before the battle even started. At that moment, the Ancestral Witches all roared together, and the roars merged into a black dragon. The black dragon bared its fangs and claws in the air and crashed straight into Fuxi!
Fuxi remained calm and fearless. He struck the Fuxi Qin with both hands, stopping the sound. Then, Fuxi quickly plucked the strings with his ten fingers, producing a sound of killing intent. The sound of killing intent converged into a line and coiled towards the long dragon in the sky.
The sonic boom quickly ensnared the black dragon, halting its advance. But the dragon swiftly broke free and crashed into Fuxi. Fuxi was thrown backward, his zither sprawling hundreds of feet before coming to a stop, spitting out a mouthful of blood. Two strings on his zither snapped, and he was severely injured. Xuan Tian, witnessing this, sighed inwardly, "Don't be arrogant! Arrogance will get you struck by lightning—it's not a pleasant experience!"
Although Fuxi possessed exceptional sonic skills, he was no match for the combined might of the eleven Great Ancestral Witches and their twenty-two hands. Nevertheless, Fuxi's defeat was honorable; though he did not fail, he successfully carried out Taiyi's command.
Seeing Fuxi defeated, the group of ancestral witches were about to rush forward and kill him when suddenly a bell flew in from the sky—it was the Chaos Bell in Taiyi's hand. The Chaos Bell absorbed Fuxi and then flew away. The ancestral witches were puzzled; the Heavenly Court's obstruction seemed far too easy.
They passed through Tai'an Huangya Heaven, Xianding Jifeng Heaven, Shihuang Xiaomang Heaven, Taihuang Wengzhong Heaven, Wusi Jiangyou Heaven, and Shangdie Ruan Letian Heaven. Because the journey had been too easy, Dijiang suddenly felt something was amiss. He thought to himself, "Brothers, retreat immediately! The demon race is using a trick!" With that, Dijiang led the way, flying towards the Primordial World. The Ancestral Witches were completely bewildered by Dijiang's words. Among the Ancestral Witches, some were clever, some were confused. In that instant of thought, the Ancestral Witches spread out among themselves. Dijiang moved swiftly, arriving at Tai'an Huangya Heaven in the blink of an eye, only to find Taiyi waiting there, holding the Chaos Bell.
Taiyi laughed loudly, "The Ancestral Witch Emperor Jiang is indeed shrewd, knowing our scheme. However, isn't it a bit too late for you to realize this now?"
Dijiang gritted his teeth and glared at Taiyi. Dijiang was one of the few intelligent people in the Wu tribe. He had just noticed that the journey had been too smooth and felt something was wrong. He secretly recalled and suddenly realized that the Heavenly Court must have set a trap to lure them in, while the Heavenly Court's real killers were already in the prehistoric world killing the Wu tribe members who had lost all their fighting power.
"Dijiang, you can't go back now, even if you want to. Look behind you!" Taiyi continued to laugh wildly.
When Dijiang heard Taiyi say this, he turned around and saw that Qiangliang and Xuanming were blocked by Kunpeng in Xiandingjifengtian, Zhujiuyin and Jumang were blocked by Fuxi in Shihuangxiaomangtian, Gonggong and Zhurong were blocked by Xihe in Taihuangwengzhongtian, and Rushou, Yanzi, Tianwu, and Shebishi were blocked by Zhoutianxingdouzhen in Wusijiangyoutian.
Thirty-two, may all those who deserve to die die! (Part 1)
Seeing that all the Ancestral Witches were blocked, Dijiang knew that this was Taiyi's plan to divide his forces. He turned to Taiyi angrily and said, "Taiyi, even if you send the Ancestral Witches of Wudeng to surround us, my Witch Clan still has millions of sons and daughters. You cannot contain them." After saying this, Dijiang waved his hand, and countless Witch Clan soldiers continued to attack the Heavenly Court.
Taiyi laughed and said, "Does having witch soldiers mean I have no one else?"
As Dijiang was wondering, he saw demon soldiers and millions of demon saints pouring out from Taihuan Jiyao Heaven. They were so densely packed that they covered the sky and the sun. Dijiang was shocked. How could the demon race have so many demon saints?
Those demon saints were created by the demon race through the slaughter of humans and the extraction of their life essence. Furthermore, Bai Ze, Ying Zhao, and others, having learned of the witch race's attack on the Heavenly Court, have already led their troops back.
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