Primordial Era: The Sun Emperor

"Immortal Emperor! Something terrible has happened!"

Bai Ze stumbled into the Immortal Palace, knelt on one knee, and his voice was urgent like a drumbeat: "The Wu Clan army has gathered, and the Divine Court's fortune has transformed into a sharp axe, aimed directly at my Immortal Court's fortune! I just deduced that the Wu Clan's attack is fierce, and they may intend to invade the east! If we do not prepare in time, the consequences will be unimaginable!"

The Eastern King suddenly stood up, his expression changing drastically.

Although he was a late-stage Quasi-Saint and had attained the status of the Great Emperor of the Eastern Region, the twelve Ancestral Witches of the Witch Clan, working together, were enough to contend with any force below the Saint level.

The Divine Court's Qi manifested as an axe, a blatant declaration of war.

"The Witch Clan... is finally going to make a move against the Celestial Court."

Dongwanggong took a deep breath, suppressing his shock, and said in a deep voice, "Guards! Immediately summon the Celestial Queen, the Demon Emperor, the nine Demon Generals, and the Celestial Lords of all races to the Penglai Celestial Palace for a meeting! There must be no delay!"

He had long been worried about this day coming, and therefore had made many preparations in advance.

Ultimately, however, it all comes down to strength.

The divine decree was issued, and the island of Penglai was immediately thrown into turmoil.

The Queen Mother of the West was the first to arrive.

She was dressed in a simple white gown, looking elegant and refined, but her face held a hint of solemnity, clearly sensing the change in fortune.

She exchanged a glance with the Eastern King, and without saying a word, they knew the situation was serious.

Following closely behind was the Demon Emperor Fuxi, whose face was calm and composed, but his slightly furrowed brows betrayed his inner turmoil.

He was skilled in divination and had already performed some calculations on his way here, but the result was not optimistic.

The nine demon generals arrived one after another.

Ji Meng, with a dragon's head and a human body, exuded murderous intent. Upon entering, he angrily declared, "The Witch Clan has gone too far! They actually intend to exterminate us!"

Yingzhao, Feilian, Jiuying, and the others each took their places, their expressions shifting between anger and worry, the atmosphere heavy and tense.

Immortal lords from various races also arrived one after another, and the Penglai Immortal Palace was soon filled with people.

The Eastern King Duke sat high on the imperial throne, his gaze sweeping over the crowd, his voice like the resounding clang of metal and stone, carrying an undeniable majesty:

"The Wu tribe has attacked without provocation, and the men of the east are no match for them. I intend to raise a large army and personally lead an expedition against the Wu tribe to resist this powerful enemy. Should we defend or attack? What are your opinions, my ministers?"

These words immediately sparked a flurry of discussion within the hall.

Bai Ze spoke first, his voice booming like a bell: "Your Majesty the Immortal Emperor, your subject, Lord, is hereby appointed!"

The Witch Clan is powerful, with all twelve Ancestral Witches being Quasi-Saints. Although my Celestial Court has a large army and many generals, its top combat strength is still inferior to that of the Witch Clan.

Your Majesty, I believe it is not advisable to engage in a direct confrontation. We should prioritize defense and wait for the enemy to tire themselves out.

Ji Meng slammed his hand on the armrest and roared, "Defend? How long? The Witch Clan has already bullied us!"

If we retreat, what will become of the Celestial Court's reputation? What will become of the allegiance of all races?

This humble general believes we should not defend! Instead, we should charge head-on against the Wu tribe! I am willing to lead my troops in a decisive battle against the Wu tribe!

"Ji Meng is absolutely right; he is clearly a skilled general."

At this moment, Fei Lian, who was behind him, saw this and exclaimed that he was a good soldier.

The nine heads of the Nine Infants echoed in unison, "Ji Meng is right! Although the Witch Clan is strong, our Celestial Court is not a pushover. With all races submitting and our united will, what do we have to fear from the Witch Clan?"

Bai Ze shook his head and said, "Jiuying, Ji Meng, don't be impulsive. If all twelve Ancestral Witches of the Witch Clan come out, what can we use to stop them? Even if our ten Demon Generals join forces, we can only hold off one Ancestral Witch at most. What about the rest?"

Upon hearing this, the hall immediately fell silent.

Although Jiuying was resentful, he had no words to refute her.

Yingzhao was telling the truth. Although the Celestial Court was powerful and had all races gathered together, its top combat strength was indeed inferior to that of the Witch Clan.

Although Dongwanggong was in the late Quasi-Saint stage, among the Ancestral Witches, Dijiang and Zhujiuyin were not necessarily inferior to him.

The top combat power consists of only three people: Dong Wanggong, west Wangmu, and Fuxi. These three can at most contend with one Ancestral Witch. If they encounter two, they will surely be in dire straits.

As for the Ten Demon Generals, although they were all top-tier Great Luo Golden Immortals, they were worlds apart from the Quasi-Saint level Ancestral Witches.

It can be said that the Twelve Ancestral Witches completely overwhelmed the Celestial Court in terms of top-tier combat power.

However, the Celestial Court's advantage lies in the level of Great Luo Golden Immortals. Over the past few decades, thousands of the patriarchs of the various demon clans in the Celestial Court have entered the realm of Great Luo Golden Immortals.

This is something the Witch Clan cannot contend with; the middle-level Celestial Court is stronger, while the top level is completely dominated by the Witch Clan.

But the key is that the world is decided by the strong.

The Eastern King's expression darkened slightly, and he turned his gaze to Fuxi: "Fellow Daoist, what is your opinion?"

Fuxi pondered for a moment, then slowly spoke: "I believe that the invasion of the Wu tribe is unstoppable, but the Celestial Court is not without a chance of victory."

He stood up, walked into the hall, and drew a map in the air with his finger.

"Please look, everyone," Fuxi said, pointing to the directions on the map. "If the Wu tribe's army invades eastward, they will surely pass by the shores of the East Sea."

The coast of the East China Sea is crisscrossed by waterways and dotted with numerous islands, making the terrain complex. The Wu tribe is skilled in hand-to-hand combat but does not know any supernatural powers or magic, making this place unfavorable for the deployment of a large Wu army.

"Our Celestial Court is based on the three islands of Penglai, which are connected by cloud bridges, making them easy to defend and difficult to attack. If the Witch Clan launches a strong attack, they will pay a heavy price."

He then pointed to another place: "Furthermore, although the Celestial Court and the Heavenly Court have no alliance, the Witch Clan is powerful, and the Heavenly Court may not be happy to see the Witch Clan annex the Celestial Court. If the Celestial Court can withstand the first wave of attacks from the Witch Clan, the Heavenly Court may intervene to restrain the Witch Clan, at which point the Celestial Court will have a chance to catch its breath."

The Eastern King nodded slightly, his expression softening.

Fuxi continued, "Of course, we cannot place our hopes on the Heavenly Court, as they may not want us to deplete the Wu Clan."

Furthermore, the Witch Clan is not a monolithic entity. The Fire God's Court and the Water God's Court have always been at odds, and their joint eastern expedition may not be entirely united. If their conflicts can be exploited and their forces divided, it might yield surprising results.

Bai Ze interjected, "What the Demon Emperor says is absolutely right, but this matter cannot be relied upon. The Twelve Ancestral Witches have feelings and interests involved, so how could they collapse?"

"Indeed, but I have recently been devising formations for the Celestial Court and obtained the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation. If we can rely on the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation, we may still be able to protect the Three Islands and Ten Continents from loss."

Fuxi nodded, his expression grave.

None of the previous methods are actually reliable; only the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation is worthy of a battle.

The reason for saying that was to reassure the leaders of each tribe.

If we are afraid before the battle even begins, then we might as well not fight at all.

After a moment of silence, the Eastern King Duke slowly rose to his feet.

"Very well!" He swept his gaze over everyone in the hall, his voice booming, "Since the Witch Clan wants war, then the Celestial Court will accompany them to the end!"

"Issue my decree!"

"Yes!" all the immortals responded in unison.

"First, order all units along the eastern coast to consolidate their defenses, abandon outlying strongholds, and concentrate their forces to hold the coast of the East China Sea. If the Wu tribe attacks, do not engage them rashly; focus on attrition and harassment, and only launch a counterattack when they are exhausted!"

"Secondly, order Bai Ze to monitor the Qi and fortune day and night, and report any movements of the Wu tribe immediately. No delays are permitted if any abnormalities are detected!"

"Third, order the ten demon generals to each lead their troops and, under the Demon Emperor's command, deploy a defensive array on the three islands of Penglai to resist the Witch Clan!"

"Your Majesty, we obey."

The Eastern King took a deep breath, his gaze piercing through the celestial palace, looking towards the eastern horizon.

There, the axe formed from the crimson aura of destiny was approaching inch by inch, as if it were about to cleave the pillar of destiny of the Celestial Court in half.

"The Witch Clan..." the Eastern King murmured, "I'd like to see if you have the ability to withstand the wrath of the Sage!"

Outside the palace, the East China Sea surged with waves, as if foreshadowing the impending bloodshed.

The battle between the Celestial Court and the Divine Court is about to begin on this vast sea.

At this time, Dongwanggong was not optimistic about any of these things. His only reliance was on Daozu Hongjun.