When Xi Zi and Ru Shou saw that the boy in blue robes had actually dispersed the great formation so readily, they were first taken aback, then they quickly calculated with their fingers, and a hint of anger appeared on their faces.
Seeing the two men's expressions change, the boy in green knew they had discovered him. He chuckled to himself and decided not to stay any longer to be a nuisance. He immediately flicked the purple bamboo staff in his hand.
A beam of innate five-colored divine light swept him up and flew away with a whoosh.
"That damned boy!"
"We were actually tricked by him!"
Xi Zi was so angry that he laughed.
It turned out that he had just calculated that the battle on the Jietian City side had already been decided. Gonggong and his men suffered a crushing defeat and had no choice but to flee Jietian City, handing the city over to the Yanhuang army.
They were leading troops to provide support, but the targets they were supposed to support had all suffered a crushing defeat. What good would it do them to go there now?
Somewhat disgruntled, the two men leaped into the sky, where they saw all their subordinates looking at them, awaiting their orders.
With a grim expression, Ru Shou waved his hand and immediately ordered the army to retreat...
...
Inside Jietian City, Chisongzi moved directly into the city lord's mansion, ordering Changxian and Longyin to handle military affairs, while he himself ordered a banquet to entertain Yuanfu Xianweng and his party.
These people came to help, and they did a lot of work, so of course he had to treat them well.
That night, a joyous feast was held, and everyone was in high spirits until the next morning when the banquet finally came to an end.
Immortal Yuanfu led the Three Heavenly Officials and other Heavenly Court personnel away from Jietian City to return to the Heavenly Court to report back.
Meanwhile, Tianyi Zhenjun led all the immortals and gods of Penglai Island back to the East Sea.
As for Guan Kong, after all the immortals and gods left, she also took her whisk and returned to the Eastern Azure Flower Pure Land.
After returning, she would command the deities of the Pure Land to guide the souls of those who had died this time...
...
Meanwhile, the boy in green quickly returned to Mount Buyoukongfang and reunited with Hu Le in the Emperor's Palace.
After the boy kowtowed, he returned the bamboo staff, the battle formation diagram, and the banner to Hu Le, and briefly explained what had happened.
Hu Le nodded slightly. In fact, everything was within his calculations, and whether he listened or not was irrelevant.
After the boy in blue finished reporting, he went to rest.
Although he had used the magical power left by Hu Le in the bamboo staff to activate the formation, he had also suffered considerable mental and physical exhaustion. He probably wouldn't be able to recover even after resting for ten days or half a month...
After the boy walked out of the main hall, Hu Le glanced at the banner in his hand and gently shook his head.
Although the banners were not actually attacked when Xizi and the other broke the formation, the formation was broken so roughly that the banners, which were the foundation of the formation, were also damaged invisibly...
"They will still be useful in the future, so they must not be wasted..."
Seeing that the spiritual light on the banner was unusually dim, he had a thought, and a bronze cauldron flew from the back hall and landed in front of him.
He casually tossed the banner into the cauldron, activated the true fire within, and began to repair the banner using the cauldron's power...
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Above the nine heavens, the Sun Palace.
The Kunpeng Ancestor arrived at the palace, paid his respects to Emperor Jun, and then informed Emperor Jun of the news of the defeat.
Upon learning this, Di Jun felt quite helpless; the successive failures had left him somewhat numb.
In fact, even when he personally took action, he couldn't achieve victory.
Therefore, even though the Kunpeng Ancestor has now retreated in defeat, he cannot reprimand or punish him...
After hearing the account of the battle, he had nothing to say. He couldn't find any fault with Kunpeng and the others' defeat.
These repeated defeats had no other reason than that their own strength was inferior to that of their opponents...
After Kunpeng Ancestor finished speaking, he waited for a long time, but Dijun still didn't speak. He glanced up and saw that Dijun's expression was indifferent and his whole body exuded a cold and solemn aura, as if he didn't even need to look at him.
Kunpeng Ancestor sighed inwardly, did not stay in the hall for long, silently bowed to Di Jun, and then withdrew from the hall.
As he stepped out of the hall, he glanced back and saw that Di Jun was still sitting upright on the Demon Emperor's throne, indifferent and silent. His coldness seemed to carry a hint of loneliness, and his loneliness was accompanied by some confusion about the future.
If they continue to suffer defeats like this, do their demon race still have a future in this calamity?
As Kunpeng Ancestor thought about these things, a sense of melancholy suddenly arose in his heart, but after a moment of reflection, the melancholy was replaced by a feeling of joy.
Perhaps Di Jun's failure was a good thing for him.
It would be best if Di Jun could perish in this calamity.
After all, who would willingly entrust their life to the whim of another?
Before, he only felt resentment towards Di Jun, but after Di Jun and Fu Xi and his sister forced him to collect a wisp of his primordial spirit into the Demon-Summoning Banner, he was filled with a deep-seated hatred for the three of them.
Over the years, he has granted Dijun's every request, but that was nothing more than a pretense to survive.
Deep down, however, he longed for Dijun to die.
Whether he used his full strength in his previous confrontation with Guan Kong is something that probably only he himself knows...
Kunpeng Ancestor withdrew from the hall, and Dijun seemed not to see him, as he was currently contemplating the future of the demon race.
He sat in the hall for a while, pondered, then slowly stood up, left the Sun Palace, and went to Phoenix Perch Mountain.
It was discovered that Fengqi Mountain was still closed off at this time, and the entire sacred mountain was shrouded in a thick fog.
He stood outside the mountain for a while, thought for a moment, and finally did not knock on the door.
Since the brother and sister have made up their minds to stay out of it, even if he speaks up, they probably won't change their minds.
Why would he bother with all that trouble...?
He immediately transformed into a rainbow of light and left Phoenix Perch Mountain.
After he had gone far away, a long sigh echoed from within the mountains…
After leaving Phoenix Perch Mountain, Di Jun did not return to the Sun Palace, but went directly to a place beyond the Nine Heavens - the Demon Realm.
He stood outside the Demon Realm and shouted loudly, "Where is Fellow Daoist Yuanshi?"
A moment later, a wisp of black smoke flew out from the Demon Realm and transformed into the Primordial Demon Lord before him.
"Hehe... I had no idea who it was, it's Fellow Daoist Di Jun! What a rare guest! What brings you here, Fellow Daoist?" The Primordial Demon Lord said with a smile.
Di Jun smiled and said, "Well, are you going to stand here and talk with me, fellow Daoist?"
The Primal Demon Lord seemed somewhat annoyed as he patted his forehead and laughed apologetically, "Haha... it was my fault. Please come with me to the palace for a chat."
The Primal Demon Lord immediately made a gesture of invitation.
"Then I'll trouble you to lead the way, fellow Daoist," Di Jun said politely.
Then, guided by the original Demon Lord, Di Jun entered the Demon Realm.
This was his first time in this realm, and the scenery in the Demon Realm was clearly different from that of the Primordial World, which made him feel a little curious...
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