91: Hongjun is plotting, the wrath of Dijun and Taiyi

At this moment, Hongjun's fury reached its Peak.

Yet no matter how he calculated, he could not deduce any information regarding Di Yi or the person behind him.

For a time, Hongjun's face flushed red, and the feeling of frustration in his heart reached its limit.

Twice!

This was already the second time his plans had been disrupted.

The first time was when Laozi and Dijiang joined forces to kill his Good Corpse, which led to the severance of his path of Slaying Three Corpses.

This second time, before his plan could even be implemented, that fellow hiding in the shadows had taken the lead to break it.

Now, many Methods of Proving the Dao had appeared within the Primordial World.

Although some were strong and others weak, Hongjun knew very well that since Methods of Proving the Dao already existed and were being practiced, the allure of his so-called Slaying Three Corpses would be greatly diminished.

Unless he, like Li Yun, made Slaying Three Corpses publicly available for free, without requiring any compensation, and without needing these people to become his Disciples or followers.

But how could such a thing be possible?

When had he, Hongjun, ever been such a great philanthropist? When had he ever sacrificed himself for others?

“Witch Clan!”

After a long while, a cold light flickered in the depths of Hongjun's eyes as he murmured, “Since I cannot deduce who the fellow behind this is, I can only force him to show himself.”

“As soon as this fellow appears, I will know immediately and can stifle him at the first opportunity. I want to see who dares to ruin my good business.”

“This person has a massive connection with the Witch Clan; even the rise of the Witch Clan was created by his hand. Therefore, his concern for the Witch Clan is beyond doubt. As long as the Witch Clan is plunged into crisis, he won't be able to stay hidden!”

Thinking of this, Hongjun subconsciously looked toward the sky. With a thought, he directly sent a message to his Self Corpse: “Go, take Dijun, Donghuang Taiyi, and the others under your command. Teach them Slaying Three Corpses so they can advance to Quasi-Saint!”

Having done all this, Hongjun directly closed his eyes and began to Cultivate again.

As things stood, both the plan for Slaying Three Corpses and the plan to collect the Luck of the Primordial World were considered failures, so he had to Cultivate and improve step by step according to the rules.

Although the speed would be very slow and the time for him to prove his Dao would be greatly extended, Hongjun now had no other choices or opportunities... Meanwhile, at this moment, within the range of the Sun Star, bursts of angry roars echoed in all directions.

“Who is it!”

“Damn it, who on earth stole my Fusang Tree!”

“Bastard, don't let me find you, or I will certainly tear your corpse into ten thousand pieces!”

“...”

Dijun and Donghuang Taiyi's eyes were nearly splitting with rage.

They had both been heavily injured in the previous battle with the Witch Clan. After finally finishing their healing, the two of them hurried back to the Sun Star to investigate the situation.

After all, when they were at Mount Buzhou, they had felt someone entering the Sun Star and even destroying the brothers' residence.

But when they actually returned and saw the scene before them, the emotions in the hearts of both Dijun and Donghuang Taiyi were suppressed and frustrated to the extreme.

The Sun Palace was destroyed, reduced to a pile of ruins.

The Fusang Tree was gone; one of the ten great innate spiritual roots, the treasure that had nurtured the two of them, had vanished without a trace just like that.

Most importantly, they could not feel the aura of any other person here, nor were there any fluctuations other than the Solar Golden Flame.

This also meant that the fellow who destroyed the Sun Palace and seized the Fusang Tree had already left and had even completely covered their tracks.

Under these circumstances, it directly resulted in them having no possibility of tracking or seeking revenge.

“Pfft~”

Dijun spat out a mouthful of blood, his face ashen as he gnashed his teeth and said, “No matter who it is, I, Dijun, will not rest until you are dead!”

“Big Brother!”

Seeing this, Donghuang Taiyi's expression changed. He subconsciously stepped forward to support Dijun and comforted him, “No matter what, at least you and I are still safe, aren't we!”

“As long as we are alive, there is still a chance for everything!”

“Whether it's the thief who stole the Fusang Tree or those barbarians of the Witch Clan, as long as you and I are alive, we will surely be able to wipe away our humiliation and kill them all.”

Hearing this, Dijun's expression shifted.

Although he knew Donghuang Taiyi's words were the truth, at the thought of Dijiang's disdain, contempt, and the scene of him being heavily wounded with such ease, a hint of despair and fear couldn't help but emerge in the depths of his eyes.

After a full ten breaths of time, Dijun slowly spoke: “Second Brother, we failed.”

“Dijiang is a Quasi-Saint, and if nothing unexpected happens, the other Ancestral Witches will also soon advance to the Quasi-Saint Realm.”

“Under these circumstances, yet you and I have no clue at all. Do you think we can still take revenge?”

“This~”

Opening his mouth, Donghuang Taiyi also didn't know how to answer at this moment.

Though he was unwilling to accept it, the facts were right there!

Quasi-Saint!

This was a brand new Peak.

Precisely because of this, they had lost to Dijiang and lost this confrontation with the Witch Clan.

Even the entire Demon God Palace had fallen apart; the moment they were defeated, everyone chose to leave, including Fuxi, Nuwa, Bai Ze, Shang Yang, and others without exception.

It could be said that after their brothers' brief period of infinite glory, they had once again returned to a state of having nothing. Coupled with having no Method of Proving the Dao, they didn't even have a clue or certainty on how to enter the Quasi-Saint Realm.

“Dijun!”

“Donghuang Taiyi!”

Just then, an aged and indifferent voice quietly echoed.

“Who is it!”

Instantly, Dijun and Donghuang Taiyi's expressions changed. They subconsciously summoned their respective Spirit Treasures and looked around warily.

Although they didn't know who the newcomer was, to be able to approach without them sensing anything, the opponent's strength was absolutely not to be underestimated.

Right at that moment, the starry sky trembled and space distorted.

Following that, Hongjun's Self Corpse stepped out from a spatial tunnel. He had the air of an immortal, with Immortal Qi fluttering about him. Dressed in a white Daoist robe, with white hair and a youthful face, and holding a whisk, his transcendent temperament was fully revealed.

Especially to intimidate the two, this Self Corpse directly released its Quasi-Saint pressure. It was a pressure comparable to the Late-stage Quasi-Saint level, causing both Dijun and Donghuang Taiyi to groan involuntarily, with blood quietly flowing from the corners of their mouths.

“Quasi-Saint!”

“What a powerful aura, many times stronger than Dijiang!”

Exchanging a glance, the wariness and despair in the eyes of Dijun and Donghuang Taiyi intensified. They couldn't believe they had actually been targeted by such a powerhouse.

However, they did not give up. They immediately cupped their hands in a salute and said, “Dijun (Donghuang Taiyi) greets Senior. May I ask what business Senior has with the two of us?”