Journey to the West: I have Nine Golden Crows Inside Me-Chapter 1263 - 871 Demonic Way!_2

"Alas, after so many years, Brother Kunpeng still possesses such forbearance."

In the unseen depths of the void, several powerful Divine Thoughts were communicating.

They were the mortal enemies of the First Emperor, those Great Divine Transcendents who practiced the Tao of the Innate Waters. They hesitated, wondering whether to make their move at this moment. They felt that the actions of the First Emperor were somewhat strange, perhaps a conspiracy was waiting for them.

Yet, after a long deliberation, they could not discern what measures the First Emperor had concealed. Because no matter how they looked at it, facing their joint hands, the First Emperor had no chance of victory.

They wanted the Elder Ancestor Kunpeng to take action, to test the First Emperor for them. Unfortunately, Old Kunpeng truly had too much patience, even transformed and being slain, his heart raging to the sky, he had no intention of making a move.

Boom!

As these Great Divine Transcendents wavered, within Xianyang City, the power of the First Emperor was gradually reviving. The aura unique to a Grand Divine Transcendent burst forth, affecting Heaven and Earth to the point where the rules ceased to operate.

"Kill!"

Suddenly, the First Emperor struck out with a punch, vast and overwhelming like the Heavenly River sweeping through, akin to the descent of the Milky Way from the Nine Heavens, piercing straight through Xianyang City.

"Aaaaah~"

The next instant, a series of piercing screams rang out. Those dozens of Innate Dao Sovereigns trapped in the formation had time only for a shriek before they were reduced to fragments by the First Emperor’s punch, turning into streams of pure Heavenly Earthly Origin that flowed towards the twelve golden men.

The twelve Quasi-Saints and Master Randeng, although they did not perish, were all severely injured, lying askew in the void unable to rise for quite some time.

This was the First Emperor; with one punch, he not only slew dozens of Innate Dao Sovereigns but also severely wounded thirteen Quasi-Saints.

After being seriously injured by the First Emperor’s punch, Master Randeng’s first thought was to flee. However, so severely wounded was he that he could not even manage to escape.

And at this moment, the First Emperor was walking towards them. Under the pressure of a life-and-death crisis, Master Randeng could no longer care about much else and saw him shouting loudly towards Yun Zhongzi, who had been hiding in the shadows:

"Yun Zhongzi, won’t you take action?"

"What measures has the Saint left for you? Why not use them quickly?"

"Do you really want to wait for us to die? With only your strength, even if you have the measures left by the Saint, you can’t contend with the First Emperor."

Yun Zhongzi had protective measures left by the Primordial Heavenly Sovereign, so he was unharmed by the powerful punch the First Emperor had just thrown.

This meant that of the outsiders who entered Xianyang City, except for Yun Zhongzi, not one could stand; they had either perished or were lying on the ground severely wounded, unable to rise.

Ever since the arrival of the First Emperor, Yun Zhongzi had been desperate to find a place to hide, but before he could act on this impulse, Master Randeng had already begun shouting at him.

Now, all eyes were on him, and any further thought of concealment was pointless.

Now, Yun Zhongzi’s murderous intent towards Master Randeng intensified; he regretted not utilizing the killing move his master had given him earlier to get rid of this damn Randeng.

"Junior Yun Zhongzi pays his respects to Your Majesty!"

Knowing it was too late to take action, Yun Zhongzi could only look resentfully at Master Randeng before respectfully saluting the First Emperor.

The First Emperor was the reincarnation of King Yu, without the title of Emperor, yet wielding the authority of one. His status and position were incomparable to emperors of later eras, extraordinarily revered. It was not just Yun Zhongzi who had to pay respects; even the Primordial Heavenly Sovereign upon meeting King Yu would address him as King Yu.

Disrespect towards King Yu by others wasn’t of concern—various heretical sects and barbarian cultivators not understanding propriety was quite normal. freēwēbnovel.com

But what of the Chan Teaching, the avatar of the Heavenly Dao, representing the most orthodox among the orthodox? Yun Zhongzi as a disciple of the Chan Teaching, should he show disrespect to King Yu and lack in propriety, then no matter what, the Primordial Heavenly Sovereign would severely punish him.

This is the orthodoxy, to respect Heaven and Earth!

They were not just revering King Yu, but Heaven and Earth itself. King Yu’s authority was granted by Heaven and Earth. To disrespect King Yu was to disrespect Heaven and Earth, to lose the Tao—this was a serious mistake.

"Yun Zhongzi, are you going to help them?"

King Yu naturally recognized Yun Zhongzi. When he was young, he had also followed the teachings of high-ranking sages from the Three Teachings to cultivate for a period of time.

"Alas, Your Majesty, this poor Daoist has no other choice!" Yun Zhongzi let out a long, pained sigh, taking out a Jade Ruyi from his bosom.

It was the Three Treasures Jade Ruyi, a supreme Innate Spiritual Treasure, but its power was only second to an Innate Treasure. Because, like the Qingping Sword, it was a sacred instrument of enlightenment for a Saint, embodying a Saint’s Great Dao.

Hence, the power it could unleash far surpassed its own level.

"Yun Zhongzi, if you wish to take action, I won’t stop you, but you must think this through. As a disciple of Chan Teaching, do you truly wish to be in league with these minions of the Demonic Way?"

The First Emperor smiled, his attitude unchanged despite Yun Zhongzi taking out the Three Treasures Jade Ruyi. He merely informed Yun Zhongzi of one thing.

That is, the true identities of the eight Quasi-Saints who attacked Jiang Chen earlier were minions of the Demonic Way.

What kind of strength would be needed to produce such enormous resources to silently resurrect the dead enemies of the Human Race and completely control them so they would self-destruct without the slightest hesitation?

There are several forces capable of producing such resources, but there’s only one capable of producing them while completely controlling them at the same time.

That would be the Demon Sect!

Don’t assume the Demon Sect has become weak after being suppressed by the Mystic Sect for hundreds of millions of years; quite the contrary, the Demon Sect is far from weak.

If the Demon Sect were truly weak, it would have been exterminated by the Mystic Sect long ago, and it wouldn’t still be growing stronger over countless years, instead of weakening.

The Demon Sect’s stronghold isn’t in the Prehistoric World, but in the Demon World—a vast new world created by the Demon Ancestor through a self-detonation.

People believe that the Western Ancestral Vein perished in the self-detonation of the Demon Ancestor, but that’s not the case. The Western Ancestral Vein wasn’t destroyed but was transferred by the Demon Ancestor into the Demon World and became the foundation of the Demon World.

Having an Ancestral Vein indicates the profound foundation of the Demon World; it surely contains no shortage of experts. And as long as the Demon World exists, how can the Demon Sect decline?

What’s in decline is merely the Demon Sect within the Three Realms. The foundation of the Demon Sect lies in the Demon World, and it’s not only surviving but growing stronger.

As for destroying the Demon World, this is something the Heavenly Dao does not allow. Even the Taoist Ancestors of ancient times failed to achieve this, let alone the Saints of today, who cannot even find the Demon World.

Since ancient times, the Demon Sect has always been scheming against the Human Race. No, it should be said that all major powers of the Prehistoric World are within the calculations of the Demon Sect.

From the very beginning with the Primordial three tribes, to the later Witch and Demon two clans, and now including the Human Race and the myriad tribes—all are targets of the Demon Sect’s schemes.

Their purpose is to incite a Heavenly Earth Calamity so that the Prehistoric World would fall into endless chaos—a fertile ground for the prosperity of the Demon Sect.

The Human Race, as the protagonist of Heaven and Earth and with countless adversaries, isn’t it the perfect target for the Demon Sect? Look, the current situation is remarkably similar to the predicament of the Primordial three tribes back then.

Humans, myriad tribes, and some high-ranking experts from the Mystic Sect constitute a tripartite balance of power. With just a little scheming from the Demon Sect, they could recreate the ancient situation of the Primordial three tribes.

In which case, their scheming against the Human Race is to be expected, isn’t it?

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"What? The Demon Sect!"

Upon suddenly hearing this news, it wasn’t just Yun Zhongzi whose expression drastically changed; Master Randeng and the other four Quasi-Saints also had a sudden shift in demeanor.

Among the thirteen Quasi-Saints present, only the eight who had attacked Jiang Chen earlier had connections with the Demon Sect, revived by experts of the Demon Sect and completely demonized, thus reduced to mere puppets of the Demon Sect.

If it wasn’t for this, the Quasi-Saint captured by Jiang Chen earlier wouldn’t have detonated so resolutely. Death, for them, was a kind of release.

Apart from these eight, the remaining four Quasi-Saints and Master Randeng had nothing to do with the Demon Sect—in fact, they could even be considered enemies of the Demon Sect.