Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

In the blink of an eye, the Great Golden Crow made its choice.

A resolute glint flashed in its eyes—the responsibility of the eldest brother, the duty of the Heavenly Prince, and the last bit of love it had for its youngest brother.

"Tenth brother, live on."

The Great Golden Crow transmitted its voice using its divine soul, its voice eerily calm.

The next moment, it ignited its very essence!

"The Golden Crow Transforms into a Rainbow!"

The Great Golden Crow's form suddenly blurred, and in an instant it traversed space, appearing from the front to behind the Little Golden Crow.

At the same time, a powerful force was gathered and struck behind the little golden crow. It did not harm the little golden crow, but it made the little golden crow fly forward tens of thousands of miles in an instant.

"Run!!!"

Almost at the same moment, three arrows arrived.

Three more ice crystal fireworks burst into the sky!

"Big brother—!!!"

The little golden crow let out a heart-wrenching cry.

However, he did not stop, but flew towards the South Heavenly Gate at an even faster speed.

At the same time, after firing three arrows, all the bloodthirsty power emanating from Hou Yi was exhausted.

As the last golden crow flew towards the Southern Heavenly Gate, a resolute look flashed across Hou Yi's face.

"roar!"

Hou Yi roared to the sky, and to Huang Long's disbelief, Hou Yi's aura expanded once more.

Draw your bow and shoot an arrow!

Hou Yi actually shot another arrow, this one faster and more powerful than the previous one.

Just when the little golden crow was only ten thousand miles away from the South Heavenly Gate, the South Heavenly Gate suddenly burst open.

Di Jun was the first to step out.

He wore a crown of the Heavenly Emperor, a robe adorned with the sun, moon, and stars, a sword of the Sun God at his waist, and stood on auspicious clouds of nine dragons.

Behind them, Donghuang Taiyi held the Chaos Bell in one hand, the Demon Master Kunpeng spread his wings and covered the sky, and Xihuang Fuxi stood playing the zither. Several other figures appeared and disappeared behind the Heavenly Gate.

This is the most elite fighting force of the demon race's Heavenly Court, almost all of them have come out.

Di Jun's gaze immediately locked onto the nine lingering ice crystal fireworks in the sky, which had not yet completely dissipated, and onto the little golden crow that was fleeing at high speed.

Nine sons.

Nine Golden Crow Princes, born from his and Xihe's origins, blessed by the fortune of the demon race, and on whom he placed high hopes, broke through to the Great Luo Golden Realm in less than a Huiyuan.

Ten, and... nine of them have fallen?

Di Jun saw the little golden crow fleeing for its life, and also saw the dark blue arrow light traversing the space—that was the tenth and last arrow shot by Hou Yi.

The arrow has already disappeared into the void, and is making its final spatial jump. The next time it appears, it will pierce the heart of the ten golden crows.

"Father, save me—!!!"

The cry of a little golden crow could be heard.

Di Jun's eyes instantly turned blood red.

A thousand feet of true solar fire rose around him, the flames no longer golden, but turned dark red like congealed blood, a sign that his primordial essence was burning!

"Hou-Yi!!!"

The two words were squeezed out from between his teeth, each syllable carrying the vibrations of the laws of a quasi-saint at the peak of his power.

He never imagined that nine of his ten children would die in such a short period of time.

They all perished at the hands of a Great Luo Golden Immortal of the Wu Clan.

But Di Jun did not make a move.

Because just as the ten golden crows were about to be struck by the arrows—

"clang--!!!"

A single bell tolls, its sound echoing throughout the vast and ancient lands!

Donghuang Taiyi was the first to make a move.

The Chaos Bell he held in his left hand trembled slightly, and the Dao patterns on the bell, which recorded the scenes of creation, lit up one by one.

Wherever the bell tolls, time freezes, space is frozen, and the laws of nature cease!

Centered on the Little Golden Crow, time and space within a radius of millions of miles were forcibly paused.

The fleeing golden crow, the ghostly blue arrows, the scattered ice crystals, even the solar fire particles leaping in the air... everything was frozen into a strange, still picture.

Only the sound waves of the Chaos Bell were slowly spreading.

The next moment, Taiyi gently shook the Chaos Bell again.

"clang!!!"

A bell tolled throughout the primordial world!

"Snap—!"

The sound was like the shattering of a glass mirror.

A million miles of space and time shattered with a deafening roar, and the arrow that had been traveling through space was swept into the spatial turbulence!

Only the little golden crow, specially protected by the Chaos Bell, was pulled by an invisible force and instantly appeared in front of Taiyi, traversing tens of thousands of miles of space.

The shattered space was restored in an instant, and the ice crystals continued to fall from the sky.

The little golden crow, having survived the ordeal, collapsed at the feet of Donghuang Taiyi, trembling uncontrollably, unable to even cry.

Taiyi looked at his only surviving nephew, then looked up at the golden crow that had turned into a sky full of ice crystals in the distance, his killing intent rising higher and higher.

Di Jun's gaze traversed an endless distance, fixed intently on the figure in the center of the scorched earth.

Hou Yi.

Hou Yi knelt on one knee.

After firing the tenth arrow, the last bit of strength in his body was drained.

Instead, there was a weakness ten times stronger than before, and... the excruciating pain brought on by the burning of one's essence, like millions of steel needles piercing one's soul.

Yes, in order to fire the final arrow, he ignited his own Great Luo Source.

Exhausted, Hou Yi could only burn the very essence of the Dao to deliver a strike that surpassed his limits.

Hou Yi knew that if the little golden crow escaped into the South Heavenly Gate, even the Ancestral Witch's Daoist Temple would find it difficult to kill it.

So he gambled everything.

At this moment, he knelt on the scorched earth. As the Great Luo Origin burned, his realm had already fallen out of the Great Luo Realm, and it was still slowly declining.

Gradually, the scorching earth beneath his feet began to burn his skin.

However, this pain is insignificant compared to the agony of burning away the body's vital essence.

Hou Yi's eyes remained open, fixed on the direction of the South Heavenly Gate, on the golden crow that had been saved by the Chaos Bell.

When Hou Yi saw the arrow frozen in time and space and disappear into the turbulent flow of time, the light in his eyes dimmed for a moment.

Then, he slowly turned his head and looked at the corpse beside him that stood as firm as a mountain.

Kuafu.

This brother, who was born from the pool of blood at the same time as him and fought and grew together for millions of years, now has no breath of life.

But he did not fall.

Even though he was scorched by the Great Sun Source triggered by the Golden Crow, even though his blood and energy were exhausted and his true spirit dissipated, Kuafu still stood upright and never fell.

Hou Yi looked at Kuafu with a peculiar expression on his face.

That wasn't anger, murderous intent, or exhaustion.

It's guilt.

Deep guilt.

"Kuafu...!"

Hou Yi's voice was hoarse, like sand grinding against each other, "I... still couldn't... avenge you...!"

A tear slid down the corner of the great shaman's eye. This great shaman, who had never known the meaning of sorrow since birth, shed a tear for the first time!

The teardrop fell onto the scorched earth, evaporating into white mist with a "sizzle".

At that very moment!

Di Jun has made his move.

There were no warnings, no questions, not even any unnecessary shouting.

A sun god sword appeared in Di Jun's hand.

The sword is three feet and three inches long, neither gold nor jade, and is transparent like crystal. Inside, however, is sealed a "miniature sun," a top-grade innate spiritual treasure that Di Jun obtained from the Sun Star, which is extremely compatible with his origin.

He gripped his sword, raised his hand, and slashed down.

The movements are as simple as an ordinary woodcutter chopping wood.

But what this sword strike unleashed was the madness of a father grieving the loss of his son, the fury of a Heavenly Emperor whose majesty had been trampled upon, and the furious, all-out attack of a Quasi-Saint peak expert!