Primordial Era: Cultivation level equals the sum of the Jie Sect's total; the Three Pure Ones a

"The Order of the Direct Disciple of the Jie Sect!"

Di Jun's pupils suddenly contracted, and for the first time, a clear tremor appeared on his majestic face.

The boiling solar fire around Donghuang Taiyi, who was standing next to him, also paused for a moment.

His grip on the Chaos Bell tightened slightly, and the murderous intent on his face instantly froze, turning into unbelievable astonishment.

The token personally passed down by the Sage of Heaven!

This item cannot be faked; its unique Daoist charm and saintly aura are unparalleled in the primordial world!

This Xuandu... is actually a direct disciple of Tongtian?!

The two of them descended in their true forms, radiating the fury of thunder, intending to annihilate this fiend with overwhelming force.

This is not only to avenge Guiche, but also to restore the majesty of the Demon Court and deter the primordial world.

Guiche is one of the Ten Great Demon Saints, holding a revered position.

If their demise is simply glossed over, what face will the Demon Court have left? How will it be able to rule over all demons and contend for supremacy in the primordial world?

But no matter how much they planned, they never expected that the human who possessed the Primordial Dao Fruit would be backed by the Tongtian Sect Master, who was a master of swordsmanship!

Yes!

If one were not a disciple of a sage, how could one possess such a heaven-defying opportunity to ascend from the mortal realm to the Primordial Realm within a hundred years?

The pure aura of Shangqing Daoist magic from before now makes perfect sense!

Di Jun's face was ashen, his mind racing.

If it were an ordinary rogue cultivator, even if they were both Hunyuan Golden Immortals, killing them would be acceptable, and the Demon Court could bear the consequences.

But the other party is a direct disciple of a sage!

The meanings are completely different!

Below the sage, all are but ants.

This is not an exaggeration.

Although the brothers were at the peak of Quasi-Saint level and wielded innate treasures, they were considered the most outstanding beings below the Saint level.

But when faced with a true sage of the Heavenly Dao, they are still like ants.

If they disregard this personal disciple token and insist on attacking Xuandu now...

That would no longer be a personal grudge, but a blatant provocation against the entire Jie Sect and a slap in the face to the Sage Tongtian!

This is tantamount to the Demon Court declaring war on the Jie Sect!

The consequences are far too severe.

The great calamity of the Lich King has now reached a critical moment, and the shadow of a decisive battle with the Lich King looms over the primordial world.

If at this moment we were to incur an irreconcilable enmity with a sage or lineage...

Even with its profound foundation, the Demon Court would find it extremely difficult to withstand the pressure of fighting on two fronts.

The fearsome reputation of the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation of the Tongtian Sect Master, which could not be broken by anyone other than the Four Sages, was by no means undeserved.

Is it worth enduring the wrath of a saint for a ghost car, for a little face?

Di Jun's eyes flashed intensely as he weighed the pros and cons, and for a moment he froze in place, caught in a dilemma.

Donghuang Taiyi's face was also ashen, clearly indicating that he was also experiencing a great deal of turmoil.

He was strong-willed and domineering, and always advocated subduing others by force. He had never suffered such humiliation before.

However, the faint sword intent emanating from the token forced him to suppress his killing intent.

A Primordial Golden Immortal might be worth a shot, but a disciple personally taught by a sage... is not to be trifled with!

......

Below, in front of the altar.

Ci Tie opened his mouth wide, his large, bell-shaped demonic eyes almost popping out of their sockets, his mind buzzing.

He gazed at the floating token, feeling the sage's aura that made his demonic soul tremble.

Then, he secretly glanced at the two emperors, whose faces were pale and who were silent, and was completely dumbfounded!

Good guy!

A direct disciple of the Jie Sect!

The sage himself transmitted this knowledge!

This Xuandu... damn it, why didn't you say so earlier!

If he had revealed his identity earlier, even if he had ten times the courage, he wouldn't have dared to come to our door so aggressively, let alone raise his fist against a disciple of a sage!

Recalling his earlier rebuke and the full-force punch he had unleashed...

Ci Tie felt his back instantly soaked with cold sweat, and his burly body went slightly limp.

Beating up a saint's personal disciple—this karma, this sin... how could a mere demon saint like him bear such a responsibility?

I'm afraid even the two emperors might not be willing to risk the wrath of the emperor for his sake!

Fortunately... fortunately, the two emperors arrived in time!

Yes, even if the sky falls, there's always someone tall enough to hold it up!

This matter was orchestrated by the two emperors, and the blockade of the East China Sea coast was also their decree; I was merely following orders...

Yes, that's it!

Ci Tie frantically tried to console himself.

His once straight back unconsciously bent a little, and his arrogant and domineering aura had long since vanished.

He moved backwards little by little, without making a sound.

Its massive body appeared unusually clumsy and cautious at this moment, as if afraid of attracting the slightest attention.

In the end, he successfully shrank behind the imposing figures of Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi, minimizing his presence as much as possible, even his breathing became much lighter, and all that remained in his heart was lingering fear and relief.

......

On the altar.

Xuan Du took in the changing expressions of Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi, as well as Ci Tie's comical retreating movements, and sneered inwardly.

Indeed, the signboard personally passed down by a sage is the best talisman in the primordial world.

The reason he didn't reveal his identity at first was to wait for the two demon emperors to arrive in person.

Simply revealing the iron to the enemy is not very meaningful and may even alert them.

Only by revealing this identity in front of Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi can the most effective deterrence be achieved!

He was betting that the Demon Court would not dare to completely break ties with the Jie Sect during the critical period of the Great Tribulation!

Now it seems like the gamble paid off.

He slowly retracted the token, his body shimmering with a pure, ethereal light that resonated subtly with the token's aura, adding to his transcendent air.

She calmly met Di Jun's complex and unfathomable gaze, and spoke indifferently:

"Two demon emperors, do you still insist on proceeding?"

His voice echoed clearly in the silent world, carrying a questioning tone.

Di Jun felt a slight tightness in his chest, a feeling of pent-up frustration that was difficult to express.

As the Demon Emperor who rules the Heavenly Court, how could he have ever been questioned like this by a junior?

But circumstances are beyond our control.

He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his surging anger and frustration.

Then he forced a very awkward smile, his voice carrying a dryness he himself didn't even realize:

"So... he's a disciple of the Sage Tongtian."

"It was I who... failed to observe properly."

These words were tantamount to acknowledging Xuandu's identity and indirectly admitting that the Demon Court could no longer continue with forceful measures.

Donghuang Taiyi snorted coldly, turned his head away, and the light of the Chaos Bell in his hand dimmed, clearly indicating that he had tacitly agreed with his brother's attitude.

Upon seeing this, the hundreds of millions of demons below fell silent, their previous overwhelming ferocity extinguished, leaving only bewilderment and unease.

Around the altar, billions of humans, after a brief moment of stunned silence, erupted in ecstasy and excitement, as if they had survived a catastrophe!

"Master Xuandu! He is a disciple of a sage!"

"We're saved! Humanity is saved!"

The cheers rose again, even more enthusiastic and full of hope than before.

The three ancestors of Suiren, Youchao, and Ziyi exchanged glances, each seeing immense shock and relief in the other's eyes.

They knew that Xuandu had joined the Jie Sect, but they never expected that he would be such a highly respected disciple!

This move was absolutely the right one!

Xuan Du nodded slightly, not surprised by Di Jun's attitude, but not aggressively either, simply saying:

"In that case, Your Majesty, could you order your troops to lift the blockade?"

His gaze swept over the still dense demonic clouds around him, the meaning of which was self-evident.

Di Jun's expression darkened further, and he clenched his fists tightly in his sleeves.

Withdrawal of troops?

Having come with such a large force today, if we were to slink away in disgrace, what would become of the Demon Court's reputation? What would become of Emperor Jun's prestige?

But if we don't withdraw... do we really have to completely oppose the Jie Sect for the sake of these humans?

Just as Di Jun was struggling with his decision, unable to make a decision...

"Thump!!!"

A war drum, imbued with boundless power and fury, suddenly resounded from the distant horizon, breaking the stalemate!

The drumbeats seemed to strike the heart of every living being, carrying the will of the wild!

Then came the second sound, the third sound... one after another, growing louder and closer!

"Ugh!!!"

A mournful bugle call then rang out, intertwining with the sound of war drums, merging into a torrent that swept across the heavens and the earth!

On the eastern horizon, at the gap sealed by the demonic clouds, a murderous aura soared into the sky!

An extremely dense aura of blood spread out, dyeing half the sky a dark red!

One after another, towering figures, as majestic as mountains, emerged from the murderous aura.

Banners fluttered, depicting various ferocious ancestral witch totems, exuding a chilling, barbaric aura!

The leading figures possessed terrifying auras, no less than those of Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi. They were none other than the Twelve Ancestral Witches, including Di Jiang!

The army of the Witch Clan unexpectedly descended upon us at this moment!

Clearly, the demon race's large-scale mobilization and blockade of the East Sea coast had already alarmed the witch race!