This primordial world is not serious!

Chapter 876 - 449: Chang Xi Takes the Throne, Houtu "Explodes with Thunder" (2)

The Green Emperor, Shaoyang, also known as the Fusang Emperor, had long "fallen in battle" amidst chaotic forces.

The Red Emperor, Xi He, burned up her Great Sun True Fire, transforming into the most resolute destruction, and took the lives of two Ancestor Witches.

The Emperor Xi, Fu Xi, also met his end with a smile amid the final calculations, using his own body to demonstrate the Dao.

Many core members of the Heavenly Emperor's Cabinet, including Ji Meng, Ying Zhao, Fei Dan, Qin Yuan, Jiu Ying, Shang Yang, and others, illustrious Demon Gods, all perished in this tragic slaughter, with their paths extinguished.

Even the formidable martial prowess of the Black Emperor, Zhenwu, suffered severe losses at the hands of the unmatched courage of the Martial Ancestor Witch, Wu Luo.

Had Wu Luo not withdrawn at the last moment, Zhenwu would likely have fallen immediately.

Looking across, the once universe-shaking leadership of the Heavenly Realm, now only Empress Chang Xi, Demon Master Kunpeng, and a few surviving cabinet ministers like Bai Ze and Feilian remain.

"Ah, Xi He sister, why did you do this?"

Chang Xi extended her slender jade hand, gently calling the Sun Essence Wheel and the Luo Book, now devoid of their master, with a mournful cry, slowly flew into her hand.

She stroked the still-warm magic treasure, with a face of breathtaking beauty, filled with an unsolveable sorrow.

At the last moment, Xi He resolutely sacrificed her Sun Great Dao, taking the lives of two Ancestor Witches, and met her death with composure.

Her path had reached the Taichu Realm.

The next step would be the incredibly dangerous Realm of Taiyi.

If she didn't die this time, next time Xi He would have to find a chance to seek death herself.

Thus, Xi He opted to die first, with honor in this battle determining the fate of races, dying with a purpose.

Before her death, she once transmitted a message to Chang Xi:

"Don't worry, a friend promised me, they owe me a cause and effect, I will definitely return."

"If lucky, perhaps I can return with my husband too, at that time, I trust you will guide us!"

Overall, Xi He's mood was good, she left with grace, without any regrets.

"Empress!"

As Chang Xi was immersed in sorrow, Demon Master Kunpeng and Emperor Zhenwu led the blood-soaked surviving Star Gods slowly to her.

Kunpeng seemed incredibly miserable, severely injured.

In order to completely kill the opponent Tian Wu and utterly prevent future disasters, sealing the other's fate, Kunpeng at the last moment also sacrificed half of his origin—the aspect representing the Wind Dao and extreme speed, "Peng."

Thus, now, he should be called Demon Master "Kun."

This injury, attacking the Origin of the Great Dao, is almost impossible to recover quickly.

However, compared to countless already fallen Emperors, Kunpeng surviving is incredibly fortunate.

"Demon Master, everyone, you have worked hard."

Chang Xi gathered her grief, looking apologetically at Demon Master Kunpeng and the surviving Star Gods.

"For the great cause of my Demon Clan, for the great cause of the Heavenly Realm, you have sacrificed too much."

She looked around this shattered world, her voice carrying a touch of fatigue and weariness.

"From now on, I'm afraid I can't lead you forward anymore."

"Empress, don't say such things!"

Seeing the somewhat despondent Chang Xi, Kunpeng, who had just been limp and dejected, suddenly became excited.

"We have not lost!"

He stepped forward, his tone passionate.

"Now, we must unite, leading everyone to reconstruct the Heavenly Court's Order, waiting for the Emperor of Heaven's return!"

The surviving Star Gods behind him also knelt on one knee, collectively pledging.

"Empress, we have not lost!"

"We absolutely cannot abandon now!"

"Please rescind your decision, lead us forward!"

The Black Emperor, Zhenwu, holding the heavy Broadsword, stood quietly aside, always silent.

Though he didn't say much, his willingness to stand by the Heavenly Court at such a time expressed his attitude.

However, Chang Xi only gently shook her head, her clear eyes looking beyond the crowd.

There, the Witch Clan's side was equally a mess.

Many Witch Clan leaders also died in battle, with only Wu Luo remaining, quietly tidying the aftermath.

The representatives who joined the Witch Clan late in the war surround Wu Luo with excitement, continuously persuading him to advance.

Of thirteen Ancestor Witches, only Wu Luo and Houtu in the Outer Heaven Chaos remain.

Wu Luo, after such a brutal war, retained relatively complete fighting strength, showcasing his formidable power.

The representatives of the Ten Thousand Races believe, even with the Heavenly Court's remaining three Emperors, if the battle continued, victory would undoubtedly be theirs!

"Lord Wu Luo, give the order!"

"The Demon Clan's faux court is barely hanging on, we cannot abandon this great advantage!"

"Fight on! We will achieve ultimate victory if we continue!"

"Lord Wu Luo, you are the best candidate for our next Heavenly Emperor!"

"The weather's cold, Lord Wu Luo, let's add a yellow robe to you ... no, an Emperor's Robe."