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Di Jun stared intently at the pale figure not far away, his eyes filled not with anger, but with confusion.

He couldn't figure it out.

I just can't figure it out.

The sage Nuwa just now, for the sake of Fuxi, did not hesitate to break ties with Xuandu, unleashing her full holy power, and even using the Creation Stone, a treasure she was born with.

When a sage is angry, the world is turned upside down.

This is no ordinary protection; it is an almost resolute safeguard.

Any other demon would have been moved to tears and sworn to serve the sage with such protection.

But what about Fuxi?

Instead of taking advantage of the situation to stay in the Demon Court and use Nuwa's divine power to deal with Xuandu, at this tense moment when the divine power had not yet dissipated, he calmly turned around, bowed to Xuandu, and said with absolute clarity:

"I, Fuxi, wish to join the Jie Sect."

Each of these seven words was like a heavy hammer blow, striking Di Jun's heart and causing his blood and qi to surge and his Dao heart to tremble.

He doesn't understand.

I really don't understand.

What exactly makes the Jie Sect so good?

Yes, the Tongtian Sect Leader is a Heavenly Saint, wielding the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation, which cannot be broken by any but the Four Saints, and whose power shakes the primordial world.

Yes, Xuan Du has newly attained the Great Luo of Primordial Chaos, and martial arts have become a major trend, with the human race's fortune soaring like a rainbow.

But is the Demon Court really that bad?

The Zhou Tian Star Array is also unbreakable by anyone but a sage, and its power is no less than that of the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Array.

Both Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi were at the peak of Quasi-Saint level, wielding the innate treasure Chaos Bell, and enjoying the boundless fortune of the demon race.

Although the sage Nuwa did not openly show favoritism, she was ultimately of demonic origin, and Fuxi, as her elder brother, remained in the demon court as a natural talisman.

During the great calamity, the Lich King and the Demon King fought a decisive battle. Although the Demon King's chances of winning were slim, there was still a glimmer of hope.

Fuxi was an expert in deduction; how could he not know this?

Why did he abandon the Demon Court and join the Jie Sect at this crucial moment?

Could the Jie Sect really offer him something that the Demon Court couldn't?

Or did Fuxi deduce something, foreseeing the inevitable downfall of the Demon Court and the inevitable rise of the Jie Sect?

Once this thought arose, it spread wildly in Di Jun's mind, almost suffocating him.

If that's true...

Is there still hope for the demon race?

"Fuxi..."

Di Jun's throat was dry, his voice hoarse, and trembled slightly, a tremor he himself was unaware of.

"Are you... really sure about this?"

Only after he spoke did he realize his lapse in composure.

As the Demon Emperor, what he should do at this moment is perhaps to be furious and to rebuke him, which is why he used the Zhou Tian Star Array to trap Fuxi.

Even if it goes against the wishes of the sage Nuwa, they must forcibly keep this Emperor Xi.

But he couldn't do it.

It's not that I'm afraid.

Rather... it's a deeper kind of powerlessness.

Xuan Du's sword strike just now shattered not only the Sacred Seal of Creation of Nuwa.

It also shattered the last bit of pride and confidence that belonged to the Demon Emperor in his heart.

Xuan Du is too powerful.

Upon entering the Primordial Great Luo realm, Xuandu was able to suppress Nuwa, who had already attained the Dao of the Heavenly Dao Saint.

What about the demon race?

In the midst of a great calamity, facing such a Xuandu, and the Wu Clan who may have already reached some kind of tacit understanding with Xuandu... does the Demon Clan still have a chance of winning?

Fuxi slowly turned around and looked at Dijun.

His gaze was calm, devoid of joy, sorrow, or guilt.

"Di Jun".

He nodded slightly, his voice still gentle, yet carrying an undeniable distance:

"Fuxi's mind is made up to leave."

"I am deeply grateful for the kindness shown to me by Your Majesty and the Eastern Emperor."

"However, the workings of Heaven and the cycle of cause and effect are beyond human control."

"The path to the Demon Court has come to an end for Fuxi."

"The Way of the Intercepting Sect is the destiny that Fuxi was destined to follow."

Every sentence is clear, every word is resolute.

Di Jun's pupils contracted again.

He understood.

Fuxi's words, though seemingly polite, had in fact completely severed his ties with the Demon Court.

Reaching the end, the destined destination.

This is far from a simple change of allegiance.

This clearly indicates that the Demon Court's fate is sealed, and that Fuxi is merely withdrawing in advance to comply with destiny!

"Well... well, what a perfect end, what a destined fate!"

Donghuang Taiyi could no longer restrain himself. He took a step forward, the Chaos Bell hummed and trembled, and the golden flames in his eyes almost burned the sky.

"Fuxi! My demon race has treated you well! And Nuwa, the sage, is your own sister!"

"Now that the great calamity is approaching, it is a time when manpower is in high demand. As the Emperor Xi, you are skilled in divination. If you leave now, how is that different from deserting in the face of battle?!"

"You... how can you face the billions of demon warriors?! How can you face the saint Nuwa who just stepped in for you?!"

Each question, imbued with the rage and grief of a quasi-saint at the peak, shook the surrounding stellar power into chaos once more.

Xuandu watched Dijun and Donghuang Taiyi with great interest.

These two demon emperors, who once dominated the primordial world, were now deathly pale, their eyes swirling with disbelief, anger, resentment, and even... a trace of despair.

Fuxi's choice was like a blow to their heads.

This is not just a simple loss of a Xi Emperor; it is a heavy blow to the fortune of the Demon Court and the morale of the Demon Clan.

Especially at this critical juncture, when the oppressive aura of a sage is looming and the Primordial Great Luo is in a standoff.

"interesting."

A faint smile appeared on Xuan Du's lips.

Fuxi... was indeed a wise man.

There was no nonsense, no hesitation, and no wavering between Nuwa's divine power and the demon court's attempts to retain them.

Instead, they made the wisest choice.

Joining the Jie Sect was both a way to avoid the great calamity of death and to conform to the general trend.

More importantly...

Xuan Du glanced behind him out of the corner of his eye.

Fuxi had already flown to within three feet of him, his moon-white robe swaying gently in the wind, his face calm, his eyes clear.

Their positions speak for themselves.

He chose Xuandu and the Jie Sect.

It is neither Nuwa nor the Demon Court.

This decisiveness and courage truly befit the future Emperor of the Human Race.

"Fuxi!"

Donghuang Taiyi finally could not restrain himself any longer. The Chaos Bell in his hand trembled violently, its sound like thunder, causing the void to shatter inch by inch.

"You really intend to betray the demon race?!"

The sound wave, carrying the rage of a Quasi-Saint at the peak, transformed into a tangible torrent of sound waves that crashed fiercely into Fuxi!

This attack was unleashed by Donghuang Taiyi in a fit of rage; he was now truly serious!

As the bell tolled, stars shattered, laws were annihilated, and even the chaotic energy was forcibly pushed aside!

He wants to completely preserve Fuxi!

Even if it means breaking ties with Xuandu, even if it means angering Nuwa!

The Demon Court must not lose a Xi Emperor so easily!

"snort."

A soft hum, not loud, yet crystal clear, drowned out the deafening sound of the bell.

Xuan Du slowly raised his eyes, his gaze calmly fixed on the torrent of sound waves that swept in.

He did not move, but the primordial Daoist aura around him flowed naturally, transforming into an invisible barrier of chaos that stood in front of Fuxi.

"boom!"

The sonic torrent slammed violently against the barrier!

There was no earth-shattering explosion, no deafening roar as if the laws of nature were collapsing.

Only silent annihilation.

The chaotic barrier rippled slightly, spreading out in circles, and then completely devoured and dissolved the terrifying sound waves that were enough to shatter the primordial spirit of a Great Luo Golden Immortal!

Donghuang Taiyi's pupils shrank suddenly, and the Chaos Bell in his hand trembled rapidly. The sun, moon, and stars on the bell rotated wildly, but it could no longer make a sound!

It was as if that thin barrier of chaos had already isolated heaven and earth and suppressed all laws!

"Donghuang Taiyi".

Xuan Du spoke slowly, his voice calm yet carrying an undeniable air of authority:

"Since Fuxi has joined my Jie Sect, he is now a member of my Jie Sect."

"If you attack him, you are attacking my Jie Sect."

"They attacked my Jie Sect..."

He paused, his gaze suddenly turning cold:

"Do you... want to die?"