Great Demon Sun Wukong

The death in the Myriad Spirits Realm, which was so vague, weighed heavily upon the hearts and minds of people from both the Genesis Divine Nation and the Netherworld World with profound grief. Though at present the Netherworld World and the Genesis Divine Nation both gained an advantage from the Six Kingdoms War and now each possessed a World Suppressing Stele, putting them ahead of the other forces from the Patrolling Celestial World, no one could guarantee this advantage would last. Experience more content on My Virtual Library Empire

As the saying goes, the bird that sticks its head out gets shot. Once the other forces learned it was the Netherworld and Genesis that annihilated Transforming Thunder and Myriad Spirits, they very likely could face a combined attack from the remaining forces. After all, who would believe that one could annihilate an opponent with no casualties on their own side? Yet, that was the case: aside from the one disciple from Genesis Divine Nation who perished carelessly in the battle against Transforming Thunder and two more killed by the Underworld God Army while scouting the terrain, both forces had thus far not suffered any severe damage. Even the Netherworld World still had not lost any of its thirty-six members.

Even Annihilation Demon Nation and Myriad Demons Country could not ensure there were no deaths, which sufficiently demonstrated the might and advantage of the Netherworld and Genesis. Yet, upon seeing the end of their own lives by their own hands like the life of the vague, everyone felt an empathetic sorrow, perhaps the next battle would be the moment of their own demise!

Despite that, Myriad Spirits Realm had been destroyed with no possibility of counter-attack. Thus, nearly a month had passed since the beginning of the trials in the Patrolling Celestial World, and the ten forces had been reduced to eight. Now, what the Netherworld and Genesis Divine Nation needed to do was to defend with all their might.

Since both now had two Heavenly Steles and were leading, they had no need to take any further risks. Even a raid would not be a full-force attack, so it was better to defend against the risk of failure and wait for an opportunity. That opportunity would be when a third force was annihilated.

This was true because both the Netherworld and Genesis currently had detailed maps of the entire Patrolling Celestial World. Only by receiving news of another force's annihilation and rushing there as quickly as possible could they potentially catch the enemy by surprise. After all, not everyone could annihilate an enemy while remaining almost unscathed like the Netherworld and Genesis. And if one force was destroyed, the Netherworld or Genesis could take the opportunity to seize the World Suppressing Stele of the annihilated force or even annihilate the attacking force as well.

This was the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind, but now they just had to wait for that mantis to attack impulsively.

Compared to others who were resigned to sadness due to the death of the vague, Sun Wukong, Xi Zhao, and Flame God were utterly downcast at this moment. That very night when Sun Wukong and his group returned to Netherworld Palace, sudden spatial fluctuations occurred in the room where Sun Wukong was staying, and subsequently, twelve towering figures appeared in the room.

Fortunately, the room Sun Wukong occupied was tall and large enough; otherwise, it would have likely been burst open. The instant the spatial fluctuations began, Sun Wukong was startled awake and watched, dumbfounded, as one towering figure after another walked out of the void and stood silently in front of him without uttering a word.

These twelve figures were, without doubt, the Twelve Ancestral Witches that Sect Hierarch Tongtian had summoned earlier. After Tongtian fell unconscious from the absorption of his Spiritual Power by the Thunder Fire Scorching Flame Cannon, these twelve Ancestral Witches and the Sect Hierarch Supreme Elder Lord's Flame Puppet all disappeared without a trace. They hadn't reappeared even when Tongtian was instantly slain by Sun Wukong and the others.

To Sun Wukong's surprise, these twelve Ancestral Witches had appeared here. His first reaction was to think that they had come to avenge Sect Hierarch Tongtian. So, almost instantly, he entered the Chaos Giant Transformation state, and the Jingu Bang was already in his hand. However, Sun Wukong quickly realized something was amiss, as after their arrival, the Twelve Ancestral Witches made no move and just stood there motionless.

At first, Sun Wukong remained on high alert, but after a full quarter of an hour, he was certain the Twelve Ancestral Witches truly had no ill intent. They merely stood there blankly. Curiosity piqued, Sun Wukong didn't bother to call Xi Zhao or the others but instead observed the Twelve Ancestral Witches with great interest on his own.

In fact, at the very beginning of the Patrolling Celestial World, each of the ten forces' palaces was nothing more than a vast, empty hall, with nothing else. Seven days after the commencement of the trial, a passageway surfaced behind each palace, with eighteen rooms on either side for a total of thirty-six. At the end of the passageway was a hall-like room with an altar at the very center.

Atop the altars of the Netherworld World and Genesis Divine Nation were a Supreme Order each. The one for Genesis was, of course, from the Transforming Thunder Ancestral Realm, and the Netherworld's was from the Myriad Spirits Realm. When Xi Zhao obtained the Supreme Order from the Myriad Spirits Realm, he suddenly stumbled upon a secret, or it might be better described as a reward for seizing the Supreme Orders of other forces.

Therefore, everyone in the Netherworld World now has a private room for resting or cultivation, and the soundproofing and isolation capabilities between rooms are quite strong. Even if you were to play with explosions in your own room, the neighboring room would, at most, feel a slight disturbance. Thus, the appearance of the Twelve Ancestral Witches went completely unnoticed by anyone.

After carefully observing for a while out of curiosity, the first result Wukong obtained made him extremely excited. Actually, he wasn't particularly interested in the Twelve Ancestral Witches, his excitement was due to the presence of Zhu Long and Zhu Jiuyin among them. Wukong might not care about the others, but Zhu Long and Zhu Jiuyin had saved his life in the Pangu Realm, and he held them in very high esteem.

That's why he reacted the way he did, but soon Wukong realized that Zhu Long and Zhu Jiuyin, who had become part of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, could no longer return to their original form, which left Wukong quite disheartened. However, just when he was about to give up, he suddenly noticed that this Zhu Long, who had become an Ancestral Witch, seemed somewhat different from the one he once knew. At first, he thought it was just a transformation due to becoming a puppet of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, but with the help of his fiery eyes and golden pupils, which could traverse realms, Wukong saw more details that he hadn't noticed before.

In the end, Wukong's conclusion was that this Zhu Long was not Zhu Long. Perhaps that's hard to understand, so to put it another way, this Zhu Long in front of him was not the same Zhu Long he knew from the Pangu Realm. To be more precise, this Zhu Long was the ancient ancestor of the Zhu Long species!

Zhu Long is actually not the name of a specific demon, but the name of a species. Just as when people talk about monkeys, they do not refer to a specific monkey but the entire monkey species. The same goes for Zhu Long; however, since there can only be one Zhu Long per era, over time the name Zhu Long became associated with a particular individual.

In fact, Zhu Jiuyin is the real name of the Zhu Long from the Pangu Realm. Wukong realized something was amiss because the blood and power flowing inside this Zhu Long of the Twelve Ancestral Witches belonged not to this era but to beings from the Ancient Primordial Era. Most importantly, Wukong saw a "祖" (Ancestor) character on the back of the neck of this Zhu Long.

Every ancestral member of a species group has the "祖" (Ancestor) character on some part of their body. It is a mark of honor as well as a symbol of identity. For instance, in the Pangu Realm, there are five kinds of divine dragons: the White Dragon, the Yellow Dragon — also known as Canglong and Divine Dragon — the Black Dragon, the Red Dragon, and the Azure Dragon.

Above these five dragons is the Ancestral Dragon, the progenitor of all dragons. Between the horns of this Ancestral Dragon is the "祖" (Ancestor) character. So when Wukong saw the "祖" character on the back of Zhu Long's neck, he realized he had been mistaken.

After Wukong breathed a sigh of relief, he looked at the Twelve Ancestral Witches standing motionless and couldn't help frowning. Why had these Twelve Ancestral Witches appeared here? What was their purpose? Wukong had no idea, and he was also at a loss as to what to do with these twelve Ancestral Witches. Who knew when they might suddenly become violent and harm someone?

In another room, Xi Zhao and Flame God were staring dumbfounded at the empty space between them, completely stupefied. They both found it incomprehensible because just a moment ago, a World Suppressing Stele was floating quietly between them — the very same Burning Fire No. 9 that Xi Zhao had received from Sect Hierarch Tongtian.

On that day, by using his extreme Cold Ice power, Xi Zhao suppressed and subdued the Burning Fire Stele, then brought it back to the Netherworld Palace. After confirming that the Burning Fire Stele showed no signs of activity, he summoned Flame God to his room. If there was anyone in the Netherworld World who might be able to use this World Suppressing Stele, it would only be Flame God.

However, as Flame God drooled in an attempt to get the Burning Fire Stele to recognize him as its master, there was no reaction at first. But after he tried nine times, the World Suppressing Stele suddenly began to tremble. Just when Flame God thought he had succeeded, the Burning Fire Stele suddenly disappeared out of thin air.

Right under the watchful eyes of Xi Zhao and Flame God, it vanished, leaving only a jubilant Flame God and a disheartened Xi Zhao.

The Burning Fire Stele had actually run off on its own?