Primordial Era: The Sun Emperor

"Golden Crow..." Kuafu gasped for breath, "You can't escape..."

He took out the gourd he always carried, drank all the water inside, and then continued his pursuit.

Having run out of water, he switched to drinking from the river.

The river had dried up, so he switched to drinking dew.

With his thirst exhausted, he bit the tip of his tongue to quench his thirst with blood.

Under the blazing sun, the heat emanating from Dijun grew stronger and stronger.

Kuafu felt his mouth was dry, his skin was cracked, and his legs were weak, but he still refused to stop.

"Golden Crow..." he murmured, "I, Kuafu, will surely catch you..."

After chasing for another day and night, Kuafu finally exhausted himself.

He knelt on the ground, his peachwood staff stuck beside him, panting heavily.

His eyes were bloodshot, his lips were cracked and bleeding, and his skin was covered with cracks.

"Golden Crow..." He gazed at the setting sun on the horizon, his voice growing weaker and weaker, "You... wait... someone... will avenge me..."

Kuafu fell.

His body transformed into a great mountain, a continuous mountain range stretching across the east.

His peachwood staff transformed into a peach orchard, with peach blossoms blooming and stretching for thousands of miles.

His blood transformed into a river, meandering and flowing into the East China Sea.

Kuafu chased the sun and died; his body transformed into mountains and rivers.

When the news reached the Wu tribe, the entire tribe was shaken.

Inside the Pangu Hall, the twelve Ancestral Witches gathered.

Zhu Rong slammed his fist into the ground, flames surging: "Kua Fu! Kua Fu is dead! Killed by that little golden crow!"

Gonggong coldly replied, "It wasn't just Kuafu. More than ten tribes were burned to ashes, and hundreds of thousands of their people were killed or wounded."

Houtu's eyes filled with tears: "That little golden crow, what is it to Taiyi? His offspring?"

Dijiang said in a deep voice, "No matter who it is, the Wu tribe must seek justice. Kuafu cannot have died in vain, and neither can our people."

Zhu Jiuyin said slowly, "This matter requires careful consideration. Taiyi is not to be trifled with."

Zhu Rong angrily retorted, "Deliberately plan? Deliberately plan what! Kuafu is dead and you're still planning?! If you won't go, I will!"

At this moment, Hou Yi stood silently before the mountain that Kuafu had transformed into.

He was the most powerful archer among the great shamans and a close friend of Kuafu.

The two had fought side by side, drunk and made merry together, and talked under the moonlight about their future plans to travel and enjoy the scenery after unifying the world.

Now Kuafu is dead, and has turned into a cold mountain range.

Hou Yi knelt before Mount Kuafu and kowtowed three times.

"Brother, I will avenge you."

He took out the Sun-Shooting Bow, nocked an arrow, and chased after Emperor Shenjun, aiming at the golden crow on the horizon.

The bowstring is fully drawn, then released—

The arrow pierced the air and shot straight at Di Jun.

Di Jun was flying high in the sky when he suddenly felt a pang of heart palpitation.

He turned around and saw an arrow hurtling through the air, carrying a sharp killing intent.

He instinctively activated the true fire of the sun, burning the arrows to ashes.

Hou Yi remained calm and fired several more arrows, all of which were burned by the sun's true fire.

"Ordinary arrows won't hurt him," Hou Yi said in a deep voice. "We need the essence of cold iron."

He turned and headed north, heading towards the Northern Abyss.

That place is the coldest place in the primordial wilderness, and the essence of cold iron produced there is the coldest thing in the world, capable of breaking the true fire of the sun.

Hou Yi spent three years gathering materials in the Northern Sea Abyss and then forging them for another three years, finally creating a cold iron arrow.

The arrow was entirely dark blue, radiating a chilling aura; even a Great Immortal would suffer severe damage if struck by it.

Hou Yi returned to Mount Kuafu and once again raised his bow to shoot down the sun.

As Di Jun was circling over the East China Sea, he suddenly sensed a deadly crisis.

He tried to dodge, but it was too late.

A dark blue arrow pierced through the air, penetrating his protective true fire and striking his shoulder precisely.

Di Jun let out a miserable scream and fell from the sky.

He trembled all over, and the True Fire of the Sun was suppressed by the cold iron, its light dimming.

He flapped his wings frantically and flew towards Mount Buzhou.

"Big brother...save me..."

Heavenly Court, Jade Pool.

Taiyi was in seclusion when he suddenly shuddered.

He sensed Di Jun's aura approaching rapidly, but it was extremely weak, like a candle flickering in the wind.

Taiyi suddenly opened his eyes, a cold light flashing in his golden pupils.

He vanished from the Lingxiao Palace in a flash.

The next moment, he appeared outside the Heavenly Court and saw Di Jun stumbling and flying over, covered in blood, with a dark blue arrow stuck in his body. Frost had formed on the wound, and the True Fire of the Sun had been suppressed to the point of almost being extinguished.

"Big brother..."

When Di Jun saw Tai Yi, a look of relief flashed in his eyes, and then he lost consciousness and fell from the sky.

Taiyi reached out and caught Dijun.

He looked at the arrow in Di Jun's body, at the wound corroded by cold iron, and a surge of unprecedented rage welled up in his heart.

Di Jun was his second younger brother, one of the few relatives of the same lineage in this world.

Anyone who dares to harm him is courting death.

Taiyi's gaze was like a knife, sweeping across the ground.

He saw a figure.

Hou Yi, holding his bow, had an arrow nocked and aimed at Di Jun.

Taiyi raised his hand.

There was no activation of the Chaos Bell, no unfolding of the Solar Dao Domain, just a simple palm strike.

The sacred flames of the sun coalesced into a giant golden hand, blotting out the sky and pressing down upon Hou Yi.

Hou Yi's expression changed drastically, and he quickly raised his bow to defend himself.

However, how could he possibly withstand Taiyi's palm strike?

The giant golden hand slammed down, and before Hou Yi could even scream, he was smashed into a pulp, his body and soul annihilated.

A wisp of true spirit drifted out from his shattered body, swaying and flying towards the sea of ​​blood.

Taiyi calculated and learned the whole story.

Looking at that wisp of true spirit, his anger subsided slightly.

In the end, it was Di Jun who made a mistake, but now that Hou Yi has been eliminated, the matter is settled.

He did not exterminate them all. If Hou Yi's great spirit of witchcraft entered the sea of ​​blood, perhaps it could be reborn one day after reincarnation.

Taiyi looked down at Dijun in his arms, a cold glint flashing in his golden eyes.

He took Di Jun with him and stepped back into the Sun Star.

Under the Fusang tree, Taiyi put Dijun down and reached out to pull out the cold iron arrow.

The moment the arrow was pulled out, black blood gushed out, and Di Jun groaned in pain.

Taiyi sealed the wound with the Holy Flame of the Sun, and then took out a drop of essence blood and dripped it into Dijun's mouth.

Di Jun's complexion gradually improved, and his breathing became steady.

He was severely weakened, but he will recover after a period of rest.

Taiyi stood guard beside Dijun, his golden eyes reflecting the cold iron arrow.

He always felt that things were not so simple, so he took out the Hetu and Luoshu from Dijun's divine consciousness and began to calculate them carefully.

"Hou Yi..." he murmured, "Hou Yi shooting down the sun, Kuafu chasing the sun... I never imagined it could actually happen..."

Finally, he discovered a person.

"Dong Wang Gong!"

He finally pieced together the cause and effect.

Di Jun revealed his aura, which was noticed by Dong Wang Gong.

The Eastern King Duke lured Di Jun away from the Sun Star, but did not tell him to conceal his aura.

Di Jun played in the primordial world, and the true fire of the sun scorched the earth, causing countless lives to die.

The Kuafu tribe was harmed, and Kuafu died chasing the sun.

Hou Yi sought revenge for his friend, forging cold iron arrows that wounded Di Jun.

Meanwhile, the Eastern King Duke was secretly observing from beginning to end, waiting to reap the benefits.