nyslfriends Chapter 45 The Lich War: 33 Heavens
Chapter 45 The Lich War: 33 Heavens
Chapter 45: The War Between the Lich King and the Thirty-Three Heavens
Nuwa acted as matchmaker, witnessing the heavenly marriages of Dijun and Xihe, and Taiyi and Changxi. Heaven was moved and bestowed immeasurable merit. Just when everything was about to settle down, gifts from the Yiwu tribe arrived one after another outside the South Heavenly Gate.
Zhu Rong, Gong Gong, and Qiang Liang led a million Wu tribesmen up the Heavenly Ladder of Buzhou Mountain to the South Heavenly Gate, loudly announcing that they had brought a million demon cores to congratulate Emperor Jun.
Inside the Lingxiao Palace, Di Jun hadn't yet recovered from the joy of breaking through to the peak of Quasi-Saint, but his mood was interrupted by this uninvited guest. Especially after hearing that the Witch Clan had brought a million demon cores, his expression changed drastically. Ignoring everyone present, he transformed into a streak of light and headed straight for the South Heavenly Gate. Taiyi, Fuxi, and the Ten Demon Saints hurriedly followed. If the Twelve Ancestral Witches gathered, Di Jun alone would definitely suffer a loss.
Outside the South Heavenly Gate, Qiangliang, the Ancestral Witch of Thunder, said cautiously, "Zhurong and Gonggong, you two have really gotten me into trouble. If my uncle finds out about this, who knows how he'll punish us."
"Qiangliang, you're such a coward! Your uncle is still in seclusion, and who knows when he'll emerge. How would he know? After you give the gifts, my brother and I will plead with Houtu for you, and that'll be the end of it. Cheer up! This is demon territory, you can't back down." Zhu Rong said with a disdainful look.
"You make it sound so easy. You know Houtu's personality. She always listens to her uncle without question. I was blinded by love. How could I have listened to you two big liars? Do you think it's too late for me to go back now?" Qiangliang said.
"You..." Before Zhu Rong could finish speaking, she saw Di Jun arrive at the South Heavenly Gate with an angry expression. Zhu Rong smiled and said, "Don't even think about it. You can't run away now."
"Zhurong, Gonggong, Qiangliang, what do you mean by this?" Dijun roared angrily. Today was supposed to be a joyous occasion for him to complete his celestial marriage, but these three barbarians had to come and ruin it. This was intolerable.
"Dijun, we didn't mean anything by it. We just heard that you are getting married today, so we came to congratulate you. We even brought you a gift. Don't be shy. Although you're not usually very nice, our Wu tribe is always warm and welcoming, so we won't hold it against you." Gonggong grinned, looking as irritating as could be.
As soon as Gonggong finished speaking, Zhurong tossed a bottle containing a million demon cores to Dijun, saying, "Dijun, don't say my Wu clan is unceremonious. This is a congratulatory gift. Take it."
Di Jun took the bottle, opened it, and found it full of demon cores, most of which were at the Xuanxian realm, and a few at the Jinxian realm. He was instantly enraged. These were all promising seedlings for the future of the demon race. When Di Jun moved to the Thirty-Third Heaven, he only took away the demons above the Taiyi Jinxian level. There were still many demons below the Taiyi Jinxian level in the prehistoric world. He never expected that they would become a sitting duck for the Wu Clan.
"You're courting death!" Faced with the provocation from Zhu Rong and the others, even the good-tempered Di Jun couldn't stand it. The aura of a peak Quasi-Saint was unleashed, instantly frightening Zhu Rong and the others.
"Damn it, they're about to make their move! Run!" Qiangliang saw that Dijun was about to attack, and Dijun's strength was much greater than before. If all twelve Ancestral Witches were gathered together, they wouldn't be afraid, but now there were only three of them. If they didn't run quickly, they might be doomed.
Before Qiangliang could even speak, Zhurong and Gonggong realized the situation was not right and prepared to make their escape.
"Trying to run? Do you think you can escape?" Di Jun sneered as he saw Zhu Rong and the others preparing to flee.
As soon as he finished speaking, Taiyi and the others arrived, and a group of demons surrounded the million witches.
"Zhurong, Gonggong, you've killed me! Didn't you say Dijun wouldn't dare to make a move?" Qiangliang roared.
"We didn't expect Di Jun to actually make a move," Gonggong said weakly. The reason they dared to come was because they thought today was a great day for the demon race, and so many powerful beings from the prehistoric world had come to congratulate them. Out of consideration for face, even if Di Jun was angry, he shouldn't make a move directly. But they didn't expect that since they had come directly to provoke him, if Di Jun didn't do something, he would lose face big time.
"What's the use of saying all this now? Let's hurry up and think of a solution, or we'll be done for today," Zhu Rong said irritably. What's the point of blaming each other now? Let's hurry up and think of a solution.
"Zhurong, Gonggong, Qiangliang, fear not, we are coming!"
Just as Zhu Rong and the others were at a loss, the other major ancestral witches led tens of millions of witch clansmen to attack.
It turns out that Houtu knew today was the day the demons would witness their heavenly marriage. She had been worried that the Ancestral Witches would disobey her and go to the Thirty-Third Heaven on their own, so she had been keeping a close eye on them these past few days. However, she didn't expect that because of a small problem in the Human Witch Tribe, she went to deal with it and left for a while. Zhu Rong and the others then led their people to heaven. When Houtu found out, she was afraid that Zhu Rong and the others would suffer losses, so she quickly led a group of Ancestral Witches to come and help. At the same time, Houtu knew that there would be a Heavenly Saint in the Thirty-Third Heaven, so she also specially sent someone to the East Sea to inform Tongtian.
"Sister Houtu, you've finally arrived!" Seeing Houtu and the others arrive, Zhu Rong and the others were instantly relieved. If they had been any later, they would have been ganged up on by the demons.
"You disobeyed me and came here to cause trouble on your own. When Uncle returns, I will tell him the truth. Let's deal with the immediate problem first," Houtu said to Zhurong and the others with a reproachful expression.
On the other side, seeing that all twelve Ancestral Witches had arrived, Di Jun waved his hand, ordering Taiyi and the others to withdraw their encirclement. He then approached the twelve Ancestral Witches and said, "Heh, you've all come? It seems your Witch Clan is deliberately trying to embarrass me?"
Houtu stepped forward and said, "Dijun, today's events were merely a spur-of-the-moment thing for Houtu's three elder brothers. They had no intention of disturbing your good time. I will take them away now."
"Hmph!" Di Jun sneered, "Hou Tu, do you think my Thirty-Three Heavens is a place you can come and go as you please?"
"Then what do you want?" Houtu's expression turned unnatural as she saw that Dijun was still pressing the issue.
"It's very simple. Zhu Rong and his group killed a million demons, so you asked us to kill a million of your witches, and that evens things out. Otherwise, none of you twelve ancestral witches will leave here today." Di Jun stated his conditions. Since Zhu Rong and his group killed a million demons, the matter could be settled as long as the witches allowed them to kill back a million.
"Impossible!" As soon as Di Jun said this, all the members of the Wu clan said that it was impossible.
"Impossible? Then you're not leaving. Make your move!" Di Jun hadn't expected the Twelve Ancestral Witches to agree, so he waved his hand to signal for action.
"Kill!" Taiyi took the lead, charging directly into the Wu tribe's camp, wielding the Eastern Emperor Bell, and unleashing a bloodbath.
Seeing this, Houtu could only order the Wu tribe to counterattack. The Wu and Yao tribes clashed, but due to the greatly increased strength of Dijun and Taiyi, the Twelve Ancestral Witches were no match for them in one-on-one combat. Therefore, they could only fight with numbers against fewer people. However, the Yao tribe had more than just Dijun and Taiyi, two Quasi-Saints. They also had Fuxi, Kunpeng, and Xihe and Changxi, who had just advanced to the early stage of Quasi-Saints. As a result, the Wu tribe gradually fell into a disadvantageous position. Although the Twelve Ancestral Witches were all at the early stage of Hunyuan Golden Immortals, the strength of Hunyuan Golden Immortals was not much stronger than that of Quasi-Saints. Therefore, the Wu tribe could only barely hold on.
"Sister Houtu, if we continue fighting like this, we will surely be defeated. Let's summon the phantom of Pangu!" Dijiang, who was fighting against Taiyi with Zhujiuyin and Zhurong, said to Houtu. The Wu Clan was clearly at a disadvantage, and only by summoning the phantom of Pangu could they have a chance of winning.
Houtu glanced at their own situation and knew that they could only summon the phantom of Pangu. So she nodded and said, "Alright, everyone, quickly set up the formation!"
Soon, the twelve ancestral witches disengaged from the battle, each standing in one direction, and simultaneously cast spells to set up the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation. Once the formation was complete, the phantom of Pangu reappeared in the primordial world.