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While Lin Xuan was in the East Sea, engaging in romance and academic research with Yunxiao, the Heavenly Court of the Demon Race, located thirty-three days away, was shrouded in bloodshed and gloom.

Inside the Lingxiao Palace.

Di Jun sat on the throne of the Heavenly Emperor, his hair disheveled. His once gleaming golden imperial robes now appeared somewhat dull, and there were even a few drops of dried blood on them.

His eyes were red. Not the kind of red filled with fighting spirit, but a blood red filled with madness and a destructive desire.

The deaths of his nine sons, his wife's betrayal, and Lin Xuan's repeated humiliations had completely shattered the rationality of this once arrogant Heavenly Emperor.

All he wants now is revenge.

at all costs.

"His Majesty."

Below the main hall, a figure in black robes knelt on the ground. It was none other than Kunpeng, who had recently escaped from the East Sea.

Although he only had the cultivation level of a Quasi-Saint at the early stage, and appeared somewhat dull due to the loss of a main soul, the resentment in Kunpeng's eyes was even deeper than that of Di Jun.

The suffering he endured at the sea eye, the humiliation of being toyed with by three little brats, made him wish he could devour Lin Xuan's flesh alive.

"How are the formations... prepared?" Di Jun's voice was hoarse, like sandpaper.

"Your Majesty," Kunpeng raised his head, revealing a withered face, "the Star Banner has been completed. However... the core energy is still insufficient."

"Not enough?" Di Jun slammed his hand on the armrest. "I gave you all the stardust in the Heavenly Treasury! And you're telling me it's not enough?!"

"It's not a problem with the materials." Kunpeng trembled slightly and quickly explained, "It's the resentment. Your Majesty, what we're trying to refine isn't the ordinary Zhou Tian Star Array, but a 'modified version.' This array requires extremely strong resentment to trigger the destructive aspect of the ancient stars. Our demon race's demonic energy alone isn't enough to do it."

"Resentment..." Di Jun muttered to himself.

He suddenly laughed. The laughter was sinister and terrifying, echoing throughout the hall.

"Resentment is easy to deal with. What this ancient land has no shortage of is living beings."

Di Jun stood up, walked to the entrance of the main hall, and looked down at the primordial land below.

"Issue my decree."

"All races that are dependent on the witch clan, regardless of size or strength."

"kill."

"Leave no one alive."

"Draw their souls out and infuse them into the star banner. Use their flesh and blood to sacrifice to the banner."

Kunpeng trembled upon hearing this.

This is going to slaughter billions of lives! This will incur divine retribution!

"Your Majesty...this...this karma is too great..." Kunpeng, though wicked, was also afraid of death.

"Karma?" Di Jun turned around abruptly, staring intently at Kunpeng. "I've lost my son, and my wife has run off with someone else. What do I care about karma?! As long as I can kill Lin Xuan, as long as I can destroy the Wu Clan, even if this prehistoric world is destroyed, even if I am doomed to eternal damnation, I'm willing!"

"Go! Go now! Before tonight, I want to see the blood of all souls stain the Star Banner red!"

"Yes...yes!" Kunpeng dared not persuade him any further and scrambled out of the room.

That night.

The primordial land was transformed into a purgatory.

Countless demon soldiers and generals, like locusts, swarmed towards the small tribes that were dependent on the witch clan.

These tribes were mostly weak, and they usually relied on offering tributes of local specialties to the Wu tribe in exchange for the Wu tribe's protection. They never expected that the natural disaster would come so suddenly.

"Ah—! Help!"

"Don't kill my child! Please!"

"My Lord of the Witch Clan! Help!"

Screams and cries echoed through the sky.

A small rabbit demon tribe, usually very docile and often bringing radishes to the witch clan, was now surrounded by a pack of wolf demons.

"Heh heh, by order of the Heavenly Emperor, I'm sending you on your way!"

The wolf demon leader grinned maliciously, brandishing his large sword and slashing at the unarmed rabbit demons.

The land was stained red with blood.

Innocent souls were forcibly extracted from their bodies, emitting piercing screams, and then sucked into the dark star banners.

As the vengeful spirits were infused into them, the star banners began to emit an eerie red light. The stars in the sky seemed to sense this resentment as well, their light flickering and emanating an ominous aura.

That night, the wilderness was stained with blood.

Countless lives cried out the same name in despair.

"Father...save us..."

"Your Majesty the Witch King... avenge us..."

This overwhelming resentment even alarmed the saints who were in seclusion.

At Shouyang Mountain, Lao Tzu sighed and closed his eyes.

At Kunlun Mountain, Yuanshi Tianzun frowned, muttered "This is against the harmony of Heaven," and then continued meditating.

Only on the shores of the East China Sea, the person who was studying the formation suddenly crushed the teacup in his hand.