As for Nüwa, although she was the first Sage to become a Sage, Di Jun knew that in terms of strength, Nüwa was probably at the bottom of the Sages. Moreover, Nüwa cultivated the Dao of Creation. Although this Dao had the ability to steal the creation of the heavens and earth, it was much weaker in terms of battle.
What worried Di Jun the most was that the Sage of the Wu people, Houtu, was trapped in the Underworld and unable to intervene in the War of the Liches and Demons. Would Nüwa be prohibited from helping the Yao race? River Styx of the Blood Sea had a close relationship with the Wu people. Would he help the Wu people? There was also the attitude of the other Sages towards the War of the Liches and Demons. These were all unknown factors, so Di Jun could not help but worry.
Seeing Di Jun's worried expression, Jimeng was also helpless. This was the truth, and he was only speaking the truth. Jimeng had to say this to prevent Di Jun from making a mistake and underestimating the danger of the Wu people. If that happened, it would not be just a small loss, but the entire Yao race would be destroyed.
Jimeng could only comfort him. "Your Majesty, fortunately, we now know that Chi You has become a Zu Wu, so we are prepared and have time to react. If it weren't for this phenomenon, I'm afraid we would not have known that the Wu people had another Zu Wu. If that had happened, we would have been caught off guard, and the consequences would have been unimaginable."
Hearing Jimeng's words, Di Jun also felt a wave of fear. Just as Jimeng said, if it weren't for this phenomenon, the Yao race would still be in the dark. If Pangu's true body suddenly appeared on the battlefield, the Yao race would not have had time to react. If that had happened, they would have been powerless to reverse the situation. Now that they knew, the Yao race could prepare.
However, when he thought about the possibility of Pangu's true body becoming even stronger, Di Jun felt a headache coming. If he did not have a way to deal with it, Di Jun would not be able to rest easy for the next few thousand years. Thus, he asked, "Everyone, what Jimeng said is very reasonable. Do you have any ideas?"
The Yao Saints looked at each other, clearly not paying attention. Di Jun looked at Jimeng expectantly. Jimeng saw Di Jun looking at him with a helpless expression. He also had no idea how to deal with Pangu's true body, so he could only awkwardly avoid Di Jun's gaze.
Di Jun saw that Jimeng also had no idea how to deal with it and could not help but feel a little disappointed. He could only turn to Fuxi beside him, but when he saw Fuxi's bitter expression, he knew that he also had no idea how to deal with it. In the end, he could only look at someone else. This person was the Yao Master, Kunpeng.
Di Jun was still a little depressed about Kunpeng. Although he had forced Kunpeng to join the Celestial Court and left a trace of his Primordial Spirit on Nüwa's Demon-Summoning Banner, it had also caused Kunpeng to have a great opinion of him. Since he had joined the Celestial Court, he had not contributed a single plan, nor had he done anything for the Celestial Court. He was completely useless. Di Jun could not do anything about him. After all, he was a Yao Master.
But now, all the officials had no idea what to do. Di Jun could only place his hopes on Kunpeng. Although Kunpeng was not on good terms with him, he would approve of Kunpeng's wisdom. Otherwise, he would not have been able to create the Demon Language for the Demon Race. However, it would not be easy to get him to come up with a plan. But as long as there was a glimmer of hope, Di Jun still wanted to try. "Kunpeng's Daoist Friend is so calm. Could it be that you already have a good plan?"
Kunpeng, who was meditating, opened his eyes. Since Di Jun had asked, he had to answer, "I'm afraid that I will have to disappoint Dijun Daoist Friend. The Poor Way does not have a good plan. I can only rack my brains and hope that I can come up with a solution for the Demon Race."
Hearing Kunpeng's nonchalant answer, Di Jun felt a knot of anger in his heart. But he still suppressed it and sent a telepathic message to Kunpeng, "Kunpeng, do you really not have a solution?" Although he was not sure if there was a solution, Di Jun knew that even if Kunpeng had a solution, he would probably not tell him. Even if the Demon Race really worshipped him, they would probably escape back to the Northern Underworld. Even if Nüwa was a saint, she would not risk universal condemnation by killing the Demon Master Kunpeng.
When Kunpeng heard Di Jun's telepathic message, he replied in the same way, "Indeed, I will have to disappoint you. It's not that I don't want to tell you, it's that I really don't have a good plan." Although he was a little surprised that Di Jun would talk to him like this, his answer did not change.
After hearing this, Di Jun pondered for a few seconds. Finally, he gritted his teeth and made a decision. He sent another telepathic message, "Kunpeng, I know that you have a problem with what I did back then. But that was all for the Demon Race. As long as you can solve this problem for the Demon Race, I will go to Goddess Nüwa and exchange your Primordial Spirit that escaped from you. What do you think?"
When Kunpeng heard this, his originally calm expression finally changed. The Primordial Spirit that was kept in the Demon Summoning Banner had always been his fatal weakness. Now that there was a chance to retrieve it, how could he remain calm? "Alright, I do have a solution. But I need Daoist Friend to retrieve that Primordial Spirit for me first. Only then can I plan this matter with peace of mind."
When Di Jun heard this, his heart was filled with hatred. But there was nothing he could do. He could only agree. "Alright, I can agree. But you have to swear an oath first." Just as Kunpeng did not believe him, Di Jun did not believe Kunpeng either. He was not afraid that Kunpeng would leave the Celestial Court after obtaining the Primordial Spirit. After all, Kunpeng was now the Demon Master of the Demon Race. If he left now, Kunpeng's prestige among the Demon Race would plummet. After all, the Demon Race would not worship a Demon Master who had betrayed the Demon Race.
Di Jun was afraid that Kunpeng would not do anything after obtaining the Primordial Spirit. If that happened, he would really be helpless against Kunpeng. Kunpeng naturally understood what Di Jun meant. But in order to retrieve the Primordial Spirit, he still obediently swore an oath with his Primordial Spirit to Tendo.
Seeing that Kunpeng had made an oath, Di Jun was relieved. He immediately contacted Nüwa with his divine thoughts and asked her to return to Kunpeng's Primordial Spirit. Although Nüwa felt a little strange, she still did as she was told and released Kunpeng's Primordial Spirit. Not long after, the Primordial Spirit turned into a silver light and disappeared into Kunpeng's mind in a flash.
Taichi was originally recuperating, but when he saw this scene, he was also puzzled. Of course, he knew that the Primordial Spirit that had just disappeared into Kunpeng's mind was the Primordial Spirit that had forced Kunpeng to hand over. But now it had suddenly returned, and he did not know the reason. But when he saw that Di Jun did not have any reaction, he did not say anything. What he wanted now was to recover from his injuries as soon as possible. It would be best if he could make a breakthrough. Although he had exchanged a blow with Mu Sen, there was no clear winner. How could Taichi accept this?
As soon as the Primordial Spirit returned, Kunpeng immediately felt refreshed. Even his cultivation had improved a little. He was in a good mood and immediately said, "Dijun Daoist Friend, the Poor Way has just thought of a plan. Maybe it can solve this problem."
When Di Jun heard this, he hurriedly asked, "Oh, what plan does the Demon Master have?" Although he was a little unhappy with Kunpeng, as long as there was a way to deal with Pangu's Real Body, this was nothing. As long as he could defeat the Wu people, Kunpeng would be in his hands. He could do whatever he wanted with it.
Kunpeng said, "The Demon Clan has the Zhouxing Formation. Although there is still some room for improvement, its power is still not as strong as Pangu's Real Body. So instead of working on the Zhouxing Formation, it is better to find a way to weaken the power of the Wu people's Formation. This way, we will have a better chance of winning."
Di Jun thought it was reasonable, but he did not know how to weaken the power of the Twelve Divine Beings Killing Formation. He could only continue to ask, "What plan does the Demon Master have to weaken the power of the Wu people's Formation? This Formation is set up by the Twelve Zu Wu. It is not like the Zhouxing Formation, which can be weakened as long as a portion of the Demon Clan is killed. "
Kunpeng laughed sinisterly and said with a hint of killing intent, "What if there is one less Zu Wu?" Kunpeng's words immediately enlightened everyone. Yes, if there was one less Zu Wu, the Twelve Divine Beings Killing Formation could not be set up. Then, the Demon Clan would have a better chance of winning.
However, Di Jun still had doubts. He asked, "The Demon Master's words are reasonable, but since the Wu people can create a Zu Wu like Chi You, it is not impossible for them to create another Zu Wu. In this way, even if the power of the Formation is weakened, it will not be of much use to the Demon Clan, right?"
Kunpeng replied with a smile, "Haven't you noticed? The aura of Chiyou when he became an Ancestor of Sorcerer is somewhat similar to that of Houtu Ancestor of Sorcerer. It must be the effect of the blood essence left behind by Houtu Ancestor of Sorcerer of Sorcerer of Houtu Ancestor of Sorcerer of Houtu Ancestor of Sorcerer of Houtu Ancestor of Sorcerer of Houtu Ancestor of Sorcerer of Houtu Ancestor of Sorcerer of Houtu Ancestor of Sorcerer of Houtu Ancestor of Sorcerer of Houtu Ancestor of Sorcerer of Houtu Ancestor of Sorcerer of Houtu Ancestor of Sorcerer of Houtu Ancestor of Sorcerer of Houtu Ancestor of Sorcerer of Houtu Ancestor of Sorcerer of Houtu Ancestor of Houtu Ancestor of Sorcerer of Houtu Ancestor of Houtu Ancestor of Houtu Ancestor of Houtu Ancestor of Houtu Ancestor of Houtu Ancestor of Houtu Ancest
Once a living being died, there would be no more blood essence left. Even the Blood Sea of River Styx could only collect ordinary blood, and the blood essence was extracted from ordinary blood. Zu Wu's blood essence was even more unique. Even the River Styx could not extract it from the blood of the Wu people. If they really killed a Zu Wu, without the blood essence of that Zu Wu, how could they create another Zu Wu with the corresponding attributes?
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