Chapter 288 Get Out of Here As Soon as Possible
Xuan Du's eyes widened. Wasn't this... that Venerable Chang Hao?
Xuan Du's attention was focused on the appearance of the newcomer, who seemed to resemble a little boy.
Donghua wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. The moment this Venerable One entered, he thought it was his Second Martial Uncle. Luckily, he was quick-witted and sharp-eyed, otherwise he would have knelt down.
It doesn't matter if he kneels down, but if his strict second master finds out, will he still be alive?
Di Jun belatedly pointed at himself, "You're asking me for your mother? No, how old are you? Do you still think you're a cub who can't be separated from your mother?"
"Di Jun...you..." Chang Hao's fists clenched so tightly they cracked. Was this guy a pig?
Chang Hao told himself not to argue with Di Jun. Di Jun was his father, and he couldn't be beaten. He had to maintain his dignity and composure. It was normal for this man's intelligence to decline due to the damage to his primordial spirit.
"Pfft..." Nuwa laughed, her eyes crinkling, and opened her arms to Chang Hao, saying, "Isn't he a cub? Come here, don't be angry, let me give you a hug. Di Jun's current IQ is no different from those three guarding the South Heavenly Gate for you."
“Sister,” Fuxi said awkwardly, pressing down on one of Nuwa’s hands, “stop fooling around, I’m begging you.”
Chang Hao's face was already ugly enough. Sister, you don't need to add fuel to the fire. What good will it do you?
Chang Hao forced a smile. "Di Jun, don't tell me you've left yourself an escape route and don't care about Xi He's life or death?"
"If that's really the case, I won't care about you anymore. I'll just let you be struck down to ashes by the Heavenly Dao." Chang Hao thought of this possibility and saw that Di Jun's expression was unnatural, and even his fake smile disappeared.
"You're looking for Xihe?" Dijun was still dazed after being woken up. "Why are you calling Xihe 'Mother'? Although I did say that you look like my bastard son, you don't have to actually call me 'Father'."
Chang Hao was so angry that his lips curled up, his face turned black and blue, and his lips trembled. He called for Xihe from his mother, so it was obvious who his mother was. Thinking that this person was really his father, he wondered why he was so unlucky.
"What did I say wrong? Why are you so angry? You're so short-tempered," Di Jun said helplessly. "Don't be like this, don't take things too seriously..."
"Your Majesty...Your Majesty...Please stop..." Fuxi whispered to Dijun, already realizing something was wrong, and glanced at Nuwa with a questioning look.
Unfortunately, Nuwa was too happy to notice her treacherous brother who was siding with outsiders.
"Di Jun," Chang Hao gritted his teeth, unable to bear it any longer, and directly ordered, "Hand over Xi He."
Di Jun was unwilling, but he was dumbfounded to find that he had actually followed Chang Hao's instructions, took out Xi He's well-restored primordial spirit, and handed it over to Chang Hao against his will.
Di Jun's eyes were somewhat glazed over, a bad premonition lingering in his heart. No, no, how could he hand Xi He over to someone else? Di Jun wanted to resist, but he was truly unable to control himself.
Chang Hao held Xihe's primordial spirit in his hands, his eyes gleaming with a gentle light.
Seeing Xihe being taken away, Dijun's voice weakened and became pleading, "Changhao, do whatever you want to me, just don't touch Xihe."
"What do I need to do to you? What do you think I would do to you?" Chang Hao laughed angrily. "You need to understand one thing: from now on, your life and death are in my hands. Your words and actions are up to me, not you. If you do something wrong or make a mistake, don't blame me for being ruthless and heartless."
Chang Hao made a strong statement beforehand, fearing that Di Jun might have a moment of madness and want to help the demon race overthrow the world. The prehistoric world is different now than before, and Di Jun cannot act recklessly.
"What?" Di Jun was shocked. He, the dignified Demon Emperor, was going to become a puppet from now on, which was worse than death.
Nuwa was greatly relieved to see that Dijun was terrified, and felt much more at ease.
"Don't you feel like there's anything different about you?" Chang Hao lost his patience.
Di Jun calmed himself down and sensed it; it seemed different. His primordial spirit appeared to be bound by invisible rules.
Di Jun was terrified. Chang Hao told him to raise his hand and kneel, so he might as well just kill him.
"Hmph, I am the Heavenly Emperor. From now on, you will be one of my Four Emperors, the Great Emperor of the Purple Star North Pole. Behave yourself, understand?" Chang Hao said harshly, turning his head away from Di Jun.
In the blink of an eye, Chang Hao held Xihe's primordial spirit with utmost care, saying, "Mother, I'm taking you home."
Di Jun was dumbfounded, his eyes wide open. What did Chang Hao call Xi He? When did he have such a big son? Staring at Chang Hao's familiar, elegant features, no, could it be?
Just then, the primordial spirit in Chang Hao's hand emitted a bright white light. The consciousness that had been dormant for many years suddenly awakened and appeared beside Chang Hao, gently embracing him, "My son has been wronged."
Chang Hao leaned against Xi He's chest, his eyes piercing Di Jun like knives. His tone was calm, without any hint of grievance, yet it was full of resentment: "How dare I utter a single complaint? Even though I am blessed with a carefree life thanks to Father Emperor, I bear the burden of all the sins Father Emperor has committed. I have tried to persuade Father Emperor with kind words a thousand times, but Father Emperor ignored them all. I accept it all. Who told me to be his son and him his father? I have no choice but to bear it."
Chang Hao didn't say anything. As long as he sat there quietly, Xi He had already imagined a lot, and her anger was already burning fiercely.
The gratitude she felt for Di Jun sacrificing his life to nurture her with his primordial spirit could never compare to the grievances her son suffered.
Hearing Chang Hao's words, which were not tinged with grievance but were full of it, Xi He brushed away Di Jun, who was standing next to her with a bewildered expression and seemed to want to say something. "I know all about my son's grievances and will definitely stand up for you. Let's go home and ignore him."
She didn't even bother to look at Dijun. Her heart and eyes were only on her son who had suffered so much. She didn't know how much mess Dijun had left for Xiaoshi. She looked at Xiaoshi and saw that his eyebrows and eyes had become a little immature. She was worried that Xiaoshi's injuries were too severe and would affect his original essence.
"Yes, let's go home." Chang Hao was filled with satisfaction. After two cycles, he could finally bring all his relatives home.
"Wait for me..." Di Jun exclaimed in disbelief, "Fu Xi, they just left me like this?"
Fuxi looked at him with sympathy, "Yes, Your Majesty, you have been abandoned."
Xuan Du Donghua was also filled with sympathy, and even some disbelief. This former Demon Emperor didn't seem to have a very high status.
"Fuxi, hurry, lend me a hand and catch up with them." Di Jun was full of confusion, his mind clouded with uncertainty.
“Your Majesty, look at yourself now. How can you possibly chase after them with your illusory primordial spirit? Why don’t you stay here for now and wait until your primordial spirit solidifies before I try to send you back?” Fuxi disapproved of Dijun’s risky move.
Nuwa was no longer calm. "Where is he in danger? He is not in danger at all. He is immortal now."
Nuwa snatched the Hetu and Luoshu from Fuxi's hands with her left hand, stuffed Dijun into them with her right hand, and then threw the Yunhe Xiangche out.
Your Majesty the Demon Emperor is an absolute eyesore. You'd better get lost as soon as possible, or she might lose her temper and beat someone up.
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