Primordial World: Big shots are all my friends-Chapter 283 - 252: Three Demons of Xuanyuan’s Tomb_2

"The disciple will never dare forget the grace of Teacher; without Teacher’s instruction, there would be no Shangrong today."

Mile chuckled and asked, "Good disciple, have you done what I tasked you with?"

Shangrong replied respectfully, "Your Majesty has already issued the order; we will go to Nuwa Temple to offer incense tomorrow."

Mile nodded with a smile.

The next day, the Emperor’s royal carriage left Phoenix City, with flags and auspicious colors reflecting off the headdresses. The Dragon Light Sword exuded colors of wind and clouds; the Red Feather Banner shimmered with the essence of the sun and moon. Dawn’s dew on the willow branches likened to fairy’s palm; the brightness of the creek’s flowers shone on the clear jade robes. To witness the royal pilgrimage and to gaze upon the heavenly indicators, people of all nations donned ceremonial garb to worship the sage and brilliant rule. The entourage set out from the South Gate of Chao Ge, with every household burning incense and setting fires, each household hung decorations and spread out carpets. Three thousand iron cavalry and eight hundred royal guards guarded the king, with King Wu Cheng, Huang Feihu leading and full retinue of civil and military officials following.

Upon arriving at Nuwa Palace, the Emperor stepped down from his chariot, ascended the great hall, and placed incense in the burner; both civil and military officials followed suit in offering their congratulations. King Zhou admired the splendor of the hall.

Shangrong accompanied King Zhou and the high-ranking civil and military officials to look around inside the Nuwa Temple.

King Zhou glanced at Shangrong and chuckled, "Prime Minister, is the incense offering now complete?"

Shangrong bowed respectfully and replied, "Indeed, it is complete. The holy virtue of Wa Niangniang will surely bless our dynasty."

"But I feel something is still missing; bring me ink and brush." A servant promptly ran over with a tray in hand, upon which were ink and brush.

A sense of unease suddenly rose in Bi Gan’s heart, and he quickly said, "Your Majesty, the incense offering is finished; it’s time to return to the palace."

"Wait while I compose a praise in poetry."

King Zhou picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and then walked over to the wall, sweeping his brush energetically to compose a poem: "An extraordinary sight in the treasured phoenix’s tent, all adorned in crafty golden mud.

Crooked mountain ranges afar, flying greens; graceful dance sleeves reflecting rosy attire.

Pear blossoms vie in tender beauty amid rain; peony flowers in mist, displaying charming makeup.

If only the Demon’s charm could be brought to life, to be brought back for eternal joy in serving the king."

All the officials changed their expressions drastically, crying out in unison: "Your Majesty~"

"Your Majesty, this must not be done!"

...

King Zhou, throwing his brush aside, laughed heartily and said, "My esteemed subjects, what do you think of my poem?"

All the officials looked terrified, as legends had it that Wa Niangniang was certainly not a forgiving deity.

King Zhou turned to Shangrong and asked, "Prime Minister, what do you think of my poem?"

Shangrong bowed deeply to the ground in a 90-degree kowtow, saying solemnly, "Nuwa is an ancient True God, the blessing lord of Chao Ge. This old official entreats Your Majesty to offer incense and pray for blessings, such that the common folk may be content, the weather favorable, and conflicts at peace. Today, Your Majesty has composed a poem that disrespects the divine clarity, lacking any sincere reverence, and has thus committed an offense against the sacred. This is no way the ritual for the Emperor’s pilgrimage and prayer. I beg Your Majesty to kneel and entreat Wa Niangniang’s forgiveness."

King Zhou, with a flick of his sleeve, continued to laugh heartily and walked away, with guards following him outside.

All the officials inside the temple exchanged looks, their expressions filled with faint colors of fear and panic.

Bi Gan hastily called out, "Someone come!"

Two groups of servants rushed in and knelt with their heads bowed.

"Quickly wash away this ink and brush."

The servants all looked at each other, frozen, without a single move.

Bi Gan shouted angrily, "Why don’t you go at once?"

All the servants shuddered in fright.

One servant said cautiously, "Prime Minister, this is His Majesty’s handwriting; we dare not act recklessly."

Bi Gan rolled up his sleeves and ordered, "Bring me water."

"Yes, yes~" The two groups of servants nodded again and again, hunched over and hurried out, bringing back basin after basin of clean water.

Bi Gan took it upon himself to clean the offensive poem, his heart filled with fear and unease; Great Shang might be facing troubles.

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Within the Nuwa Palace, Wa Niangniang sat high upon the Cloud Bed with a stern face. Qingluan and Cai Feng, the guards, stood by her side, the atmospheric pressure within the grand hall had sunk to its lowest.

Qingluan said angrily, "Yin Shou, this unworthy and foolish king, has no desire to cultivate virtue and maintain peace for the world. Instead, he now defies the heavens, composing poems that blaspheme against Nuwa, truly detestable! Please, Nuwa, issue an edict so that I may descend to the Lower Realm and eradicate Yin Shang."

Qingluan and Cai Feng bowed in unison and said, "Please, Nuwa, issue your edict."

Nuwa spoke indifferently, "The calamity of the Primordial World shall start from here. Qingluan, bring forth the Evil Summoning Banner."

"Yes!"

Qingluan stood and walked towards a side chamber. Moments later, she returned with a Golden Gourd. On the surface of the gourd were drawn Exotic Beasts sprinting, ferocious birds fighting, Great Demons consuming the sun and moon, and Great Demons triggering dark clouds. One glance was enough to intimidate the spirit, as if the roars of the Demon God and the cries of ferocious birds echoed in one’s ears.

Qingluan carried the Golden Gourd forward, placed it upon the Cloud Bed, and respectfully retreated.

Nuwa gestured with her hand and the gourd’s lid flew off. A five-colored Demon Qi spewed from the gourd’s mouth, from which rose a white column of light no thicker than a thumb and stretching four to five zhang high. Upon the white light hung a banner, its light split into five colors, auspicious and reflecting a thousand rays, named the "Evil Summoning Banner."

Nuwa stretched out her hand, and the Evil Summoning Banner automatically fell into her palm. With a gentle wave of the Evil Summoning Banner, within the Wa Emperor Heaven, a sorrowful wind howled, a dismal fog spread, dark clouds gathered on all sides, and thunder rolled. A mass of Demon Clouds centered on Nuwa Palace and spread outwards in all directions.

Upon the Primordial Land, there lay three great mausoleums. Though devoid of corpses, these sites are where countless from the Human Clan come to venerate and worship.

In front of the mausoleums, Cultivators descend from the clouds, and demons veer away. One is called Taihao Mausoleum, another Shennongjia, and the third Xuanyuan Hill.

Upon the high mountain outside Xuanyuan Hill, a fox, a Chicken, and a Lute stood vigilant, guarding Emperor Xuan Yuan’s grave.

The pure white fox sat atop the peak, gazing longingly at the sky with eyes filled with solitary desolation.

The Chicken whispered, "Sister, we have been waiting for over two hundred and twenty-six million eight hundred thousand years; how much longer must we wait?"

"Zeng~" The Lute’s strings trembled, and a sorrowful melody rose. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

"Sister, since he left, he has never returned to see us, nor has there been any message. Has he forgotten about us already?"

The Nine-tailed White Fox also had a look of bewilderment in her eyes, Your Majesty, why have you not come to fetch us? We have been waiting for you for over two hundred and twenty-six million eight hundred and thirty thousand years!

Suddenly, a mass of black clouds shrouded Xuanyuan Hill, and the three demons uncontrollably flew into the clouds and disappeared without trace.

Similar events occurred throughout the Primordial World. Countless members of the Demon Clan flew into the dark clouds and disappeared, plunging the land into chaos in an instant. All Cultivators fell into unrest, hurriedly seeking their elders to understand the cause, but they were unable to ascertain anything, leaving myriad Cultivators in a state of anxious fear.

Within the realm of Wa Emperor Heaven, countless members of the Demon Clan flew out from the black clouds, descending into the forests below, their Demon Qi pervading the air, creating an atmosphere of gloom and despair. Whether Great Demons or little monsters, all lay prostrate on the ground, not daring to speak another word.

Inside Nuwa Palace, Nuwa sat upon her Cloud Bed, her gaze sweeping across the countless members of the Demon Clan kneeling outside. Her eyes eventually fixed on the three demons from Xuanyuan’s Tomb, and she said, "Command all Demons to retreat and bring forth the three demons from Xuanyuan’s Tomb to see me."

Qingluan dutifully responded, "Yes!" and stood to leave.

Moments later, countless members of the Demon Clan scrambled to fly into the black clouds above. Called by the Evil Summoning Banner’s power, they returned to the Primordial World, each to their own home.

The three demons of Xuanyuan’s Tomb followed Qingluan towards the interior of Nuwa Palace, their hearts filled with trepidation.

Upon entering the Wa Emperor Heaven, the three demons immediately bowed and said, "May Nuwa live forever, blessed and immortal!"

Nuwa looked down at them and said calmly, "You have indeed gained some Creation’s favor, receiving recognition from the Human Clan’s Destiny, suitable for my purpose."

"Please command us, Nuwa!" the three demons from Xuanyuan’s Tomb exclaimed in unison.

"Cheng Tang’s aura wanes, foretelling the loss of the throne; Phoenix cries at Qishan, West Zhou has birthed a Saint. The mandate of heaven is set, its course inevitable.

Conceal your demonic forms, assume positions in the palace, and bewilder the king’s heart; wait for King Wu to attack King Zhou, and aid in his success, but harm no living creature. Once the matter is complete, you too shall achieve True Fruits."

The Nine-tailed Fox hurriedly expressed her joy and kowtowed, "We obey your Dharma Decree, Nuwa!"

The Chicken Spirit and Jade Pipa Spirit also kowtowed and said, "We obey your Dharma Decree, Nuwa!"

Nuwa nodded slightly and said, "Go!"

The three demons bowed three times with utmost respect, stood up, and walked outside, transforming into three beams of light that entered the black clouds and vanished.

Above Xuanyuan’s Tomb, the three demons flew out from the black clouds, landing before Xuanyuan Hill.

The Chicken Spirit asked curiously, "Sister, you seem very happy."

The Nine-tailed Fox’s eyes gleamed with excitement as she replied, "You do not know, the lord of West Zhou bears the surname Ji, and he is a descendant of His Majesty. As long as we help His Majesty’s descendant become the Human Emperor, His Majesty will surely come to fetch us."

The Pipa Spirit immediately played a joyous tune.

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