Primordial Era: The Sun Emperor

Inside the Pangu Palace, the chaotic energy swirled like mist, blocking all sight and making it difficult even for sages to see anything.

The twelve Ancestral Witches sat in twelve different directions within the hall, each with a phantom image of the law they governed appearing behind them.

The Pangu Temple, which had not been visited for decades, has reopened its gates today due to a tribal conflict.

Dijiang sat in the center, his gaze sweeping over his siblings, and said in a deep voice, "Now that the Divine Court stands tall and has swept away all obstacles in the world, we siblings, who jointly govern the primordial world, should support and care for each other. Who would have thought that our people... would end up like this?"

Zhu Rong's face turned ashen. He slammed his hand on the armrest: "Brother, this is not the fault of my Fire God Court! It's those guys from the Water God Court who, relying on Gonggong's backing, have repeatedly provoked us and tried to seize the sacrificial rights of my Fire Department!"

Gonggong sneered, "Zhurong, your ability to shift the blame has only grown. It was clearly your Fire Tribe who attacked first, injuring dozens of my Water Tribe shamans, which sparked the conflict. Now hundreds of our tribesmen are dead or wounded, and you still have the nerve to say that?"

"You're talking nonsense!" Zhu Rong suddenly stood up, flames surging around him, and shouted, "The men of my Fire Department are the most upright and honorable; how could we harm anyone without cause? It must be your Water Department people who deliberately stirred up trouble!"

"That's enough!"

Dijiang let out a low shout, and the laws of space trembled slightly, suppressing the auras of Zhurong and Gonggong simultaneously.

Although the two were resentful, they dared not be presumptuous in front of their elder brother. They each snorted coldly and sat back down.

Zhu Jiuyin spoke slowly, his voice as calm as a still well: "Now is not the time to argue about who is right and who is wrong. Hundreds of our clansmen have died or been injured; that is a fact. If we continue to let this go unchecked, the hatred between the Fire Tribe and the Water Tribe will only deepen, eventually leading to a catastrophe."

Houtu sighed softly and said gently, "The tribesmen have fiery tempers, which is caused by their evil aura. If they are left idle in the tribe with nothing to do, they will naturally cause trouble."

The two elder brothers' earlier orders to avoid the situation and exercise restraint were well-intentioned, but they underestimated the resentment of the lower classes. Those men had nowhere to vent their energy, and were further provoked by the other side. Over time, their reason crumbled like a burst dam, becoming uncontrollable.

Jumang nodded: "Houtu is right. It's better to guide than to block. If we keep making them endure, their resentment will only grow deeper. Now that blood has been spilled, it's probably impossible to quell the conflict by avoiding it."

Ru Shou said in a deep voice, "Then, in your opinion, what should be done?"

Zhu Jiuyin raised his eyes, a profound glint flashing in his silver-white Time Eyes: "Give them an outlet. Not internally, but externally."

All the ancestral witches in the hall looked at him.

Zhu Jiuyin said calmly, "The reason why our people fight each other is because they have nowhere to expend their energy. Since the establishment of the Divine Court, most of the hostile forces on the prehistoric land have been wiped out. Those that remain either submit or go into hiding. With nothing else to do, the Wu tribe's men can only turn their fists on their own people."

"If we give them an external enemy and let them vent their anger on that enemy, the internal conflicts will naturally dissipate."

It's impossible to expect those guys to have a complete break.

The Wu Clan is essentially a race formed from the bloodline of Pangu and the evil energy. They feed on evil energy, so how could they possibly be idle?

With no external enemies, one will naturally turn their attention to others within.

Zhu Rong's eyes lit up: "An external enemy? You mean...?"

"The Celestial Court," Gonggong interjected, unusually agreeing with Zhurong.

"The eastern part of the prehistoric world, as well as the coast of the East Sea, are now the territory of that scoundrel, the Eastern King Duke. He has gathered many races, proclaimed himself the Immortal Emperor, and even bestowed the title of Demon Emperor Fuxi upon him. He is quite powerful. Many of the demon races that have submitted to him were once enemies of my Wu race."

Dijiang pondered and said, "The Celestial Court is indeed a good target. First, they have occupied territory that does not belong to them; second, they have taken in demons who have a grudge against my Wu clan; third... I have disliked that Dongwanggong for a long time."

Upon hearing this, all the ancestral witches nodded in agreement.

Zhu Rong rubbed his hands together, eager for battle: "Excellent! I've wanted to attack the Celestial Court for ages! That Eastern King Duke is nothing but a spineless coward who rose to power only because of a sage! My Fire Department warriors, each with a mouthful of fire, can burn Penglai Island to ashes!"

Gonggong, unusually, did not refute Zhurong, and coldly said, "My Water Department is willing to go. The shores of the East Sea are close to water, which is perfect for my Water Department to exert its power. Those demons dare to provoke Tai Sui, it is time to let them know the power of the Wu Clan."

Dijiang raised his hand, signaling everyone to be quiet.

"Attack the Celestial Court is possible, but we must not act rashly." Di Jiang's eyes were sharp as he slowly said, "Although the Eastern King Duke is not to be feared, he has the shadow of the Dao Ancestor Hongjun behind him. We must be careful when we deal with him. In addition, we must also be wary of the Heavenly Court. Although Taiyi is at odds with the Eastern King Duke, he may not stand idly by if we launch a major attack on the Celestial Court."

Zhu Jiuyin said calmly, "Brother, don't worry. The Heavenly Court and the Celestial Court have always been at odds, and Taiyi is eager for someone to deal with Dongwanggong for him. As long as we don't infringe on the interests of the Heavenly Court, he won't interfere."

Houtu added, "Furthermore, we must have a just cause. We cannot attack the Celestial Court without a reason, otherwise we will not have a moral standing."

Dijiang nodded: "Houtu is right. Only with a legitimate cause can we gather fortune. Let's do this: under the pretext of 'eliminating the remnants of the demon race entrenched in the east and reclaiming the land left by our father god,' we will send troops to the Celestial Court. Those demon races are already on the list of those our Wu clan is fighting against. If the Eastern King Duke harbors them, he is making an enemy of our Wu clan."

All the ancestral shamans praised it.

Zhu Rong asked impatiently, "Brother, when shall we make our move?"

Dijiang rose and said in a deep voice, "Send down the order: the Fire God Court and the Water God Court shall cease their internal strife immediately and each prepare their armies for war. A thousand years later, they shall join forces and launch an eastern expedition against the Celestial Court!"

"This battle is not only about displaying the might of the Divine Court, but also about unleashing the fury of our people upon the enemy!"

The twelve Ancestral Witches rose in unison, their voices resounding throughout the Pangu Palace: "As you command!"

Outside the hall, the blood pool formed from Pangu's heart trembled slightly, as if it too was boiling in anticipation of the upcoming great battle.

The sons of the Wu tribe finally found an outlet for their frustrations.

And the Celestial Court will become their best target.

A thousand years passed in the blink of an eye. The Divine Court mobilized troops from its various branch courts, with the Fire and Water branches mobilizing the most troops to attack the Celestial Court.

On this day, Bai Ze stood on the star-gazing platform, his expression suddenly changing.

He was the most knowledgeable about the secrets of heaven among the demons. He was good at listening, discerning reason, knowing the past and the future, and understanding all things.

He has been observing and carefully maintaining the fortune of the Celestial Court day and night.

Today, as usual, he was divining the fortune of the Celestial Court when he saw the purple-gold pillar of fortune in the sky suddenly tremble, as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible giant hand.

He looked up, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

On the eastern horizon, a crimson torrent of fortune surged forth like a raging sea.

Within that crimson hue, a colossal axe, capable of splitting the heavens and opening the earth, was faintly coalescing.

The axe blade was cold and sharp, the back of the axe was heavy, and it exuded a fierce aura that could change the color of heaven and earth.

That was the fortune of the Divine Court, which at this moment transformed into a sharp axe, fiercely cleaving down towards the fortune of the Celestial Court.

The Celestial Court's fortunes were in flux, and an early warning was immediately issued.