This primordial world is not serious!

Chapter 877 - 449: Chang Xi Takes the Throne, Houtu "Explodes with Thunder" (3)

The fruits of victory seem to be right before their eyes, and the representatives of the Ten Thousand Races appear extremely aggressive.

There are divine beings who actually took out an intricately prepared, magnificent Emperor's Robe on the spot, intending to dress Wu Luo in it.

Yet Wu Luo remained silent.

He lifted his head, first gazing into the depths of the Outer Heaven Chaos, and then his eyes turned towards Chang Xi across from him.

The two looked at each other from afar, their expressions complex.

After a brief silence, Wu Luo finally spoke, uttering two words: "Withdraw troops!"

Upon hearing these words, the representatives of the Ten Thousand Races surrounding him, previously in high spirits, revealed expressions of utmost bewilderment.

Just as they were about to continue urging Wu Luo on, he merely waved his hand slowly.

"I understand everyone's intentions."

His voice was calm and powerful.

"But the purpose of my Witch Clan's campaign against the heavens this time was not for personal gain, but for the freedom of the Ten Thousand Races, the freedom of the gods."

"Now, the Demon Emperor is dead, and the great trend of the Demon Court is difficult to sustain."

"We have successfully defended the freedom of the Ten Thousand Races and the freedom of the gods. It is time to withdraw the troops."

Saying this, Wu Luo's eyes again, like swords, turned towards the demon clan's camp.

He loudly proclaimed:

"From now on, in this Primordial True Realm, should there be any who dare shout 'to unite the Ten Thousand Races under one clan,' my Witch Clan shall once again rise up in arms and punish them!"

Wu Luo's voice, though not loud, carried a strong, undeniable shock.

With these words, he provided the final definition for the Witch Clan's campaign against the heavens this time.

Our Witch Clan, born to battle, fights not just for ourselves, but for the interests of the Ten Thousand Races and the freedom of the gods!

In the future, our Witch Clan will continue to uphold this fighting spirit, becoming the most steadfast defender of the freedom of the Ten Thousand Races.

Now, we have achieved complete success, and you remaining demons, do you still wish to persist in your perverse ways?

"You!"

Those surviving divines within the demon clan's camp were infuriated upon hearing this.

You're unilaterally declaring victory for yourselves, doesn't that mean our demon clan has lost?

We have our righteousness; does our demon clan not have its righteousness?

The demon clan thrives in teaching, improving the cultivation environment for postnatal spirits, and promotes the inheritance of the Great Dao across the entire Primordial with unified postnatal script... are you all pretending not to see these?

This is precisely why Demon Master Roc and others insist on persisting.

Their souls may die, their bodies may perish, but the brilliance of the Great Dao they believe in allows for no blemish!

Facing Wu Luo's words, which were like a victory declaration, Empress Chang Xi demonstrated the final attitude of the Heavenly Court with her actions.

She slowly extended her hand, gesturing towards the void gently.

In front of the baffled expressions of the gods, the Heavenly Dao Mirror and the Investiture of the Gods, representing the authority of the Heavenly Dao, burst forth with brilliantly radiant light once more.

"Heavenly Emperor's Order: The Witch Clan commits disorder, expelled from the Nine Heavens, forbidden entrance without decree!"

Wu Luo took a deep look at Chang Xi and didn't stop her this time.

Thus, Chang Xi, in her capacity as Empress, wielded these two supreme treasures representing the highest authority of the Heavenly Court, invoking the Great Power of the Heavenly Dao.

Truly, before everyone's eyes, they forcibly expelled the Witch Clan camp along with those representatives of the Ten Thousand Races out of the Nine Heavens.

This Heavenly Court of ours can dissolve, can end.

But it must not dissolve under the threat or benevolence of your Witch Clan!

When the silhouette of the last Witch Clan warrior was forcibly moved out of this fragmented Heavenly Realm by the power of the Heavenly Dao.

Chang Xi stood quietly in the void, the light from the Heavenly Dao Mirror and the Investiture of the Gods in her hand gradually receding, restoring its ancient form.

Her exquisitely beautiful face revealed neither joy nor sorrow, only a cold and calm expression like eternal dark ice.

She slowly turned around, gazing at the equally complex expressions of the surviving celestial beings behind her, gently parting her ruby lips, and uttered four words.

"Return to Heavenly Emperor Palace!"

These four words carried no emotion, yet seemed imbued with an undeniable majesty.

Demon Master Roc, Black Emperor Zhenwu, and the surviving Star Gods all jolted upon hearing them.

They exchanged glances, and then silently, unanimously, they followed behind Chang Xi.

The group crossed through the already ruined South Heavenly Gate and walked past the fractured White Jade Steps.

Finally, they arrived at the majestic palace, which still stood steadfast, symbolizing the highest authority of the Heavenly Realm—before the Heavenly Emperor Palace.

Without the slightest hesitation, Chang Xi stepped into that vast and awe-inspiring great hall.

Every step she took echoed upon the nodes of history, resonating with the aftersound of an era.

She ascended all the way up, finally reaching that throne symbolizing supreme authority.

Under the eyes of all the Star Gods filled with excitement, anticipation, and even a hint of disbelief.

She slowly turned around, then gracefully and with dignity sat upon the Heavenly Emperor's Throne.

Boom!!!

The moment she sat on the Heavenly Emperor's Throne.

The entire Heavenly Realm, and even the entire Hongyao True Realm, the remaining Qi Fortune belonging to the Demon Race Heavenly Court seemed to find a new outlet for convergence and focus.

Endless golden Qi Fortune, like hundreds of rivers flowing into the sea, crazily began to gather from all directions.