Chapter 895
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There were Grand Magi of the Wu Tribe howling in the starry sky, there were mighty figures of the Demon Tribe roaring and shattering the galaxy. There were also Golden Immortals of the Great All-Embracing Heaven and Ghost Immortals of the Netherworld running side by side, making the vast outer space colorful.
"Rumble!"
The eight Heavenly Gates opened in the vast starry sky, and eight ancient starry sky roads opened up. Countless living beings were hurrying along the ancient starry sky roads, and everyone's face was filled with reverence and reverence.
These eight ancient astral paths led directly to the Earth Empress Palace. They were specially created by Saint Houtu to guide the various powers to the Earth Empress Palace so that they could attend the Heaven Mending Banquet.
The boundless heaven and earth shuttled through the starry sky.
Ye Xuan was dressed in black, and his jet-black hair hung behind his head. He strolled through the starry sky, and with every step he took, the stars around him flickered, faintly showing signs of stagnation.
So close yet worlds apart — this was a technique only saints could use. Ye Xuan displayed this technique to the fullest, but he didn't follow the path to Earth Empress Palace like ordinary people.
In Ye Xuan's eyes, these ancient astral paths were nothing more than a joke. They were also a trick used by Houtu to mystify things.
Saint-level cultivators had to show their power and prestige to make all living creatures below the level of Saint respect them. Houtu had just become a Saint, and these eight ancient paths were the means of a Saint. She made all living creatures on each ancient path respect her from the bottom of their hearts.
Ye Xuan naturally didn't care about this trick of hers. He only sensed Houtu's aura for a brief moment before crossing the spatial barrier and continuously moving towards Earth Empress Palace.
The starry sky churned and vast astral winds howled. In just half an incense stick's time, a dazzling star appeared before Ye Xuan's eyes.
The planet was earthy yellow in color. Waves of Heavenly Path Saintly Might emanated from it. A vast palace stood on the planet. Eight Ancient Paths of Starry Sky connected the vast planet. Countless figures were moving forward on the Ancient Paths of Starry Sky. They were heading towards the Empress Palace.
Houtu Palace!
It was a dazzling sight. Sacred light filled the air as Sacred Runes intertwined in the starry sky. The bronze door was simple and heavy, exuding an ancient aura.
At this moment.
The front of the Earth Empress Palace was packed with figures. The ones at the front had terrifying auras. They were the leaders of the various orthodoxies.
In the Ancient Demon Court, the two Demon Emperors were Donghuang Taiyi and Di Jun. At this moment, they were standing in front of the Empress Earth Palace with thousands of demons behind them.
The Immortal Weng of the South Pole was the leader of the Chan Sect. The Immortal Weng of the South Pole had not been seen for tens of thousands of years and had already become a quasi-saint. At this moment, he was leading the immortals of the Chan Sect and patiently waiting for the opening of the Empress Palace.
The Emperor of Feng Du led the Yama-Kings of the Ten Palaces here in the Underworld. It was clear that he had the Book of Life and Death, which allowed him to survive Ye Xuan's attack. Since he was the ruler of the Underworld in name, the Skymender Festival naturally had to be held here.
The most eye-catching one was the Sorcerer Tribe.
Earth Empress was the Sage of the Sorcerer Tribe. The Skymender Festival was definitely a big event for the Sorcerer Tribe. A few Ancestral Sorcerers stood in front, followed by many Ancient Sorcerers and Grand Sorcerers. Everyone looked proud.
"Humph, how dare a small Demon Tribe meet our Sage?" Ancestral Sorcerer Xuan Ming sneered and looked at Donghuang Taiyi from the corner of his eyes. His words were full of sarcasm.
"Xuan Ming, do you want to fight with me?"
Di Jun was the most hot-tempered. He looked at Ancestral Sorcerer Xuan Ming with a cold expression. A terrifying demonic light was rising from his eyes. Obviously, he was furious.
"Second brother, don't be rude to Ancestral Sorcerer Xuan Ming." Donghuang Taiyi frowned and scolded Di Jun before he could do anything.
"Big brother?" Di Jun's expression changed and then turned bitter. He let out a long sigh and did not speak. Obviously, he knew the situation of the Demon Tribe at this moment.
"Donghuang Taiyi is indeed the Demon Emperor. You are not as good as him." Ancestral Sorcerer Xuan Ming sneered and did not look at the two Demon Emperors.
"Damn it."
Being despised by Ancestral Sorcerer Xuan Ming, Di Jun's eyes flashed fiercely. He wanted to tear Ancestral Sorcerer Xuan Ming apart, but when he saw Donghuang Taiyi's warning eyes, he tried his best to endure.
"Second brother, now the Wu Tribe is powerful. We Ancient Demon Court are no match for them. What's more, Houtu has become a Sage. You and I can only endure. Don't give the Wu Tribe a chance to attack us." Donghuang Taiyi secretly transmitted a message to Di Jun, hoping to understand his difficulties.
"Big brother, Nüwa is heartless. She is a member of the Demon Tribe. Otherwise, how can we be suppressed by the Wu Tribe?" Di Jun said indignantly.
"You should have known that Nüwa is heartless. But you and I are the two Demon Emperors. We must think for the Demon Tribe. We must not break the inheritance of the Demon Tribe." Donghuang Taiyi sighed.
"But will we always be bullied by the Wu Tribe?" Di Jun asked in a trembling voice.
"Houtu has become a Sage and the Wu Tribe has risen. We Demon Tribe have no power to reverse the situation. At worst, we Ancient Demon Court will hide again and live in seclusion in the worldlet. But the billions of weak Demon Tribe in the Three Realms will be enslaved by the Wu Tribe in the future." Donghuang Taiyi sighed in despair.
Since Houtu became a Sage, Donghuang Taiyi knew that the Demon Tribe had reached a dead end. There was no hope for them, unless another Sage appeared in the Demon Tribe. Only then could they compete with the Wu Tribe.
Unfortunately, there were only seven Sages in the world. There was no Sage in the Demon Tribe. Although Donghuang Taiyi had the Bell of Chaos, he was no match for the Houtu Sage of the Wu Tribe.
"Big brother, do … do you think Ye Xuan is alive or dead?" Suddenly, Di Jun secretly transmitted a message.
Hearing Di Jun's words, Donghuang Taiyi was stunned. Ye Xuan's voice and face flashed across his mind. He also remembered his arrogance and fearlessness in the past.
"Him?"
Donghuang Taiyi smiled bitterly and sighed softly, "I had always thought that he was the seventh Sage. Unfortunately, it was Houtu who became a Sage in the end. Even if he is still alive in this world, with the seven Sages here, he no longer has a chance. What's the point of mentioning him?"
"Big brother, I always have a feeling that Ye Xuan will never disappear. He will definitely appear again." Di Jun's voice trembled slightly.
"So what if he appears again?"
"Everyone below the Saint level is an ant. It's not like you don't understand this principle. Furthermore, he is an enemy of the Ancient Demon Court. Although I admire him, we are ultimately from two different worlds," Donghuang Taiyi said bitterly.
The two Demon Emperors were no longer as arrogant as before. Instead, they looked depressed. All the forces kept a distance from the two Demon Emperors and smiled kindly at the Ancestors of the Wu Tribe.
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