Many children, many blessings; the twelve ancestral witches forced marriages throughout the primordi

The good news from the Wu tribe spread like wildfire throughout the prehistoric world.

After all, the Wu tribe members are loudmouths; when they're drunk, they shout from the mountaintop, making it hard for anyone not to know.

"Have you heard? The Thirteen Ancestral Witches are going to be fathers again! This time, it's twins!"

"Tsk tsk, Lin Xuan is really lucky. Nuwa and the Dragon Princess... he's living off her, it's truly enviable."

"Shh! Keep your voice down! Do you have a death wish? What if that person in Heaven hears this..."

Heavenly Court, Demon Emperor's Palace.

The atmosphere here is the complete opposite of that at the Pangu Temple.

It was cold, deathly silent, and so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

Emperor Jun sat on his throne, listening to the reports from his spies. With each sentence he heard, his face grew darker, and the surrounding air seemed to grow colder.

"I'm pregnant...hehe...I'm pregnant..."

Di Jun let out a chilling low laugh.

He thought of his nine sons who died tragically, of his tenth son who was still missing, and of Xi and Changxi who had betrayed him.

On what grounds?

Why is it that Di Jun's family was destroyed and he had no descendants, while Lin Xuan was able to have women on his left and right and a house full of children and grandchildren?

Why is the way of Heaven so unfair?!

"Lin Xuan...you deserve to die! Your whole family deserves to die!"

Di Jun suddenly stood up and kicked over the jade table in front of him.

"Kunpeng! How much longer will the great formation last?!"

Kunpeng trembled in fright and quickly knelt down: "Your Majesty... although we have those living souls, the forging of the Star Banner still needs time. Moreover... and to fully unleash its power, it also needs the cooperation of the Taiyin Star, but now the Taiyin Star has been captured by those two traitors..."

"I don't want to hear excuses!"

Emperor Jun roared, tears of blood streaming from his eyes, "I only ask you, can you kill? Can you kill that bastard, and all his unborn children?!"

Kunpeng gritted his teeth, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes.

"Yes! As long as Your Majesty is willing to pay the price!"

"What price?"

"A sacrifice," Kunpeng said in a low voice, "not just a living soul, but also half of His Majesty's primordial essence and blood, and... half of the Heavenly Court's fortune, to forcibly activate the great formation. Although the Heavenly Court may decline for ten thousand years afterward, the power of the formation will be enough to contend with a sage for a short time!"

Half origin? Half destiny?

This is basically gambling with your life.

If they lose, the demon race will be completely finished.

But Di Jun did not hesitate at all.

"Fine! I'll give it to you! As long as you can kill Lin Xuan, I'll give you anything!"

Di Jun revealed a sinister smile. "However, we're not enough on our own. Lin Xuan is cunning and has the backing of the Underworld. We need to find some help."

"Help?" Kunpeng was taken aback. "Who would dare to help us now?"

"have."

Di Jun looked westward, his eyes cold. "Those two penniless bastards who are drowning in debt. They hate Lin Xuan just as much as I do."

……

In the west, Mount Sumeru.

The Taoist Zhunti was sitting on a bare lotus platform, clutching his still-healing buttocks, looking distressed.

"Senior brother, we can't live like this anymore. The underworld is chasing us for debts every day, and that barbarian Xing Tian comes to the door to dance all the time. We've completely lost face."

Jieyin also looked bitter: "Junior brother, bear with it. That contract is governed by the laws of the Dao, we can't renege on it."

Just then, a golden light descended from the sky, transforming into the phantom of Emperor Jun.

"You two sages, how have you been?"

Zhunti narrowed his eyes: "Dijun? What are you doing here? To watch the spectacle?"

"I have come to bestow upon you two a great fortune."

Di Jun cut to the chase, "I want to exterminate the Wu Clan. After it's done, I'll give you half of the Eastern Land. And I can help you erase that IOU."

"Erase the IOU?" Zhunti's eyes lit up instantly. "Is that really true?"

"I swear by the laws of Heaven."

Di Jun sneered, "However, I have a condition. The day those two bastards of Lin Xuan are born will be the day when the Wu Clan's defenses are at their weakest. I want you to take action and hold off Tongtian and Nuwa. The rest will be handled by my Zhou Tian Star Array."

Zhunti and Jieyin exchanged a glance.

Half of the land is in the East, plus there's no debt to repay...

The temptation is too great.

"Deal." Zhunti revealed a sinister smile. "I've long disliked that Lin Xuan. This time, I'll send him to the Western Paradise... no, to hell."

……

Pangu Hall.

Lin Xuan, who was peeling grapes for Nuwa, suddenly stopped in mid-air.

[Ding! Alarm! Alarm!]

[A major crisis has been detected facing the host! The causal lines are fluctuating violently!]

[A deadly threat is imminent! Countdown: Ten months (until the child is born)!]

As Lin Xuan stared at the bright red countdown, the tenderness in his eyes vanished instantly, replaced by a chilling killing intent.

"Trying to cause trouble when my child is born?"

He put the grapes into Nuwa's mouth, gently patted her hand, then stood up, walked to the window, and looked towards the direction of the Heavenly Court.

"Di Jun, and those two bald monks from the West..."

"Since you're in such a hurry to be reincarnated, I'll prepare a big gift for you."

Lin Xuan touched the Book of Life and Death in his arms, and then touched the "Quasi-Saint Peak Experience Card" he had just obtained in the system space.

"A final battle? Then let's do it."