Journey to the West: I have Nine Golden Crows Inside Me
Chapter 851: Demon Clan Master Plan 650_2

Chapter 851: Demon Clan Master Plan 650_2

"Who dares to offend Mount Whitehead?"

Just as Jiang Chen was reminiscing about the past glory of the Human Race, a thunderous shout suddenly erupted from within Mount Whitehead, interrupting Jiang Chen’s memories.

"Who is this person? With a million celestial soldiers surrounding Mount Whitehead, he’s asking who has come to invade. Is he blind? Any glance around would save him from asking such a foolish question."

Displeased at being interrupted, Jiang Chen commented to the three demons beside him.

Although Jiang Chen’s voice wasn’t loud, it echoed far and wide, with nearly every cultivator within a million miles clearly hearing his words.

"Pfft, hahaha..."

What had been a serious matter was instantly disrupted by Jiang Chen’s remark, and despite themselves, some people couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

"You..."

Inside Mount Whitehead, the middle-aged man who spoke felt ridiculed, his face instantly turning red, and it took him a while to catch his breath before he was about to curse at Jiang Chen bitterly.

"Hm!"

However, the moment he opened his mouth, all eyes from the three demons beside Jiang Chen, the many experts of the Sun Temple, and the surrounding millions of celestial soldiers simultaneously turned to look at him. Without speaking, they just stared at him intently.

That gaze was as if they were looking at a dead man.

Feeling the stare of so many great masters, the middle-aged man’s voice halted abruptly, and immense fear rose within him. He found he could no longer utter the curses he had intended to.

"Fellow daoists, please show mercy!"

From the depths of Mount Whitehead, someone cried out, but it was too late. The middle-aged man’s face suddenly showed an expression of horror, and his body, like a pencil-drawn figure on paper, began to be erased starting from the feet, then the body, bit by bit.

"Disaster comes from the mouth, I hope that everyone remembers this!"

The one who acted was a celestial demon. After killing the middle-aged man, he stepped forward from behind Jiang Chen and gave everyone around a cold glance, warning them.

For a moment, whether it was the people on Mount Whitehead or the onlookers who had come, all were deterred by the celestial demon’s show of power.

It should be known that the middle-aged man who had just spoken was a peak Taiyi Golden Immortal, a great master. Yet such a powerful figure had been obliterated without a chance to resist.

How strong was the one who acted?

A Daluo Jinxian from ancient times, or perhaps even the legendary Innate Dao Sovereign of the myths? Intimidated by the celestial demon’s power, many of the spectators began to consider retreating.

It’s common sense to protect oneself. Supporting Mount Whitehead was one thing, but risking one’s own life for it was quite another and not worth it.

"Fellow daoists, isn’t this somewhat overbearing? My disciple was impulsive and committed an offense with his tongue. A reprimand would have sufficed, so why resort to such a deadly hand, obliterating him completely, depriving him of the chance for reincarnation?"

At that moment, from deep within Mount Whitehead, the person who had just spoken now emerged as a streak of light, full of apparent sorrow as he reproached the crowd.

This person, with white hair and beard, wore a Seven Stars Crown and a white feathered garment embroidered with yin and yang eight diagrams, clouds, and other patterns. Holding a whisk in his hand, his demeanor exuded the lofty and elusive aura of Immortal Dao, with merit golden light radiating from above his head, unmistakably a true Immortals with great Tao.

This was none other than the Lord of Mount Whitehead, the Elder Bai.

Jiang Chen found him rather interesting, clearly possessing the cultivation of the Innate Dao Sovereign, yet insisting on disguising himself as a Great Luo Golden Immortal, secluded here.

"You say he lives in seclusion, but he couldn’t stand the loneliness, so he actually established a sect on Mount Whitehead, gathered numerous disciples, and made quite a reputation for himself, earning Mount Whitehead significant fame within tens of millions of miles."

Jiang Chen knew his purpose was nothing more than to use the establishment of power as a means to accumulate fate for the grand plan of resurrecting Emperor Lord Di Jun Taiyi. It wasn’t only him acting this way—other Demon Immortals throughout Dongsheng Divine Continent were doing the same.

However, the other Demon Immortals might not be as powerful as this Whitehead elder, but their methods were much more cunning.

For instance, atop the Dongsheng Divine Continent, many forces though established by Demon Immortals, did not make their founders known as patriarchs within these groups. Instead, they lived discreetly within these forces, taking on roles such as honored guests, protectors, or even as the mounts of patriarchs.

That is to say, within Dongsheng Divine Continent, many forces seemingly unrelated to Demon Immortals were actually established by them; it’s just that the disciples inside were unaware.

The fate of a single Mount Whitehead counts for nothing, but the combined fate of tens of thousands of Mount Whiteheads becomes incredibly terrifying. Even if it’s not enough to resurrect Emperor Lord Di Jun Taiyi, it wouldn’t fall much short of that goal.

And this was the true ploy of the Demon Clan.

Only at this moment did Jiang Chen realize he had underestimated the Demon Clan. They were a race that once dominated the Prehistoric World, and even in their decline, there were still capable individuals within the clan.

The most astonishing thing about this capable Demon Clan individual was not his plans in Dongsheng Divine Continent, but that he actually thought to exploit the disunity between Saints and Great Divine Transcendents to plot the resurrection of Emperor Lord Di Jun Taiyi.

It could be said that all the Demon Clan’s plots in Dongsheng Divine Continent were built upon the discord between Great Divine Transcendents and Saints.

If the Mystic Sect were unified, this group of Demon Immortals wouldn’t have grown to their current scale; they would likely have been eliminated by Mystic Sect members the moment they entered Dongsheng Divine Continent.

"The one who laid out this plan, was it the legendary Demon Race’s sage Bai Ze or the legendary Demon Master Kunpeng of the Northern Netherworld?"

The Demon Clan sages, nowadays, were limited to just two people: Bai Ze, the leader of the ten great Demon Gods, deeply trusted by Di Jun,

And the other was the Demon Master Kunpeng, the creator of the demon script, whose wisdom even surpassed Bai Ze’s, comparable to Fuxi. As for his power, it was even more terrifying—unfathomable and only short of a chance to become a Daluo Jinxian of the Primordial, one of the top Great Divine Transcendents of the Prehistoric World.

Considering who could be behind the Demon Clan’s plan, Jiang Chen could only think of these two individuals.

"Overbearing? Fellow Daoist is mistaken; this isn’t overbearing—it’s a display of the Human Race’s dignity."

"If our Emperor Lord or people of our race wish to discuss matters among ourselves, that is one thing, but outsiders, especially the Demon Clan, have no right. Those who dare to speak recklessly about our Emperor Lord shall be killed!"

"This demon not only spoke recklessly about our Emperor Lord but also dared to be disrespectful. To merely obliterate his physical and spiritual being was already Emperor Lord’s mercy. If this had been in Ancient Times, not just him but his entire lineage would have to pay the price for his disrespect."

Behind Jiang Chen, an elder of the Human Race stood up and coldly sneered at the Whitehead elder.

As time went on, the Human Race’s methods against the Demon Clan became increasingly cruel. By the end of the ancient era, any disrespect towards the Human King was met with extermination of the entire clan. In the middle of the ancient era, disrespect warranted the obliteration of nine generations.

As for the early ancient era, that was shortly after the Great Ancient slaughter, a time when the Human Race’s hatred for the Demon Clan was at its peak. Killing demons required no reason—it was a case of kill-on-sight, kill at will, no holds barred.

"Big talk, my friend, spouting ’exterminate the clan’ this and ’exterminate the clan’ that—do you really think it’s still the ancient era where the Human Race dominates? Or is it that your Emperor Lord is some Human King of the Human Race?"

Struck by a sore spot that roused unpleasant memories, the Whitehead elder’s tone suddenly became sarcastic, and he threw a barbed taunt at Jiang Chen.

"My, how domineering this Human Race is. Just for speaking out of turn, they’re already talking about clan extermination. Truly savage."

"Plus, strong as the Human Race may be, this place is Dongsheng Divine Continent, outside the jurisdiction of the Human Race. Flaunting their power here is a mistake."

In Dongsheng Divine Continent, the majority are spirits of Heaven and Earth, followed by beings of various races, with the Human Race being the weakest. Most of the experts who came here were born as spirits of Heaven and Earth, with only a few being of the Human Race. Hearing this Jiang Family’s expert speak, of course, it did not sit well with them.

"Hmmph, is that too much?"