Chapter 153: Yi Shooting the Great Suns, Kuafu Plucking the Stars, and the Jiuche Losing Its Head (Third Chapter)

This bird has ten heads and ten mouths, each mouth inserts a tongue connected to a single throat. Each mouth emits a single sound, a thousand voices and a hundred echoes answering each other.
Seeing this scene, this ancient verse inexplicably surfaced in Luo Zu's mind.
That giant entity was dimly discernible amidst the floating clouds; while it could not strictly be said to have ten heads, it certainly possessed more than one skull.
Its physique was colossal, to be measured in light-years. Had it not been in the infinitely distant sky, Luo Zu would not have been able to make out its form, and upon seeing it, would have merely mistaken it for the color of the "sky" on a rainy day.
"It is Jiuche." Shi's solemn voice came through one end of their spiritual connection.
"One of the Twelve Primordial Demon Gods?"
Luo Zu's query arose purely out of astonishment. The reputation of the Twelve Primordial Demon Gods had long resonated throughout the primordial world as the Heavenly Court suppressed the celestial realm.
As Luo Zu narrowed his eyes, intending to take a few more glances, a trace of terror suddenly rose in his heart.
What was happening?
"Luo, quickly withdraw your gaze! Jiuche is about to unleash its demonic arts. If you gaze at it a few more times, your spirit and soul will be captured and reduced to the fuel of its sorcery. Remember this well, be extremely careful," Shi's timely warning arrived, urging Luo Zu to pull back his gaze at once.
Hearing this, Luo Zu no longer dared to linger on the giant bird in the sky and averted his eyes.
Moreover, Luo Zu discovered that Jiuche's demonic art only targeted True Immortals and above, completely ignoring those below the True Immortal realm, for not a single member of his own clan was harmed.
Of course, upon seeing the vast physique of Jiuche, his people had already dropped to their knees and scrambled everywhere to find places to hide, not daring to look anyway. Even if a few daring souls took a few glances, their souls showed no signs of agitation.
Well, it seemed this demon immortal did not kill the weak, but specifically slaughtered the powerful?
Not quite. Compared to the powerful, True Immortals were still weaker by billions of times, yet they were still subjected to bullying by the strong. In the end, it amounted to very little.
Just as Luo Zu withdrew his gaze, he felt a suction force coming from above, as if trying to pull and absorb him upward. This was an agitation of the soul and spirit. Thanks to Luo Zu's profound cultivation, bolstered by a full six thousand immortal techniques suppressing him, he was not captured.
It seemed one had to guard against more than just casting a glance at it; even without looking, once its demonic art was unleashed, there was still the possibility of having one's spirit and techniques seized.
"Humph! Golden Crow Crown Prince! Prepare to die!"
As Jiuche cast his spell, the Great Wizard Houyi was also casting his. However, he did not waste time maneuvering with Jiuche; he kept his eyes locked solely on the Golden Crow Crown Prince. That wretch was simply too hateful. By unleashing such divine abilities, he had turned Houyi's homeland into something resembling a scribbled-over canvas—those mountains and rivers, the flowers, plants, and trees, the melodious chirping of birds and fragrant blossoms, along with a few unprepared Wu clansmen who had been caught in the strike, were now reduced to ashes.
Houyi could never spare him; he was going to hit him with a Houyi Arrow That Shoots the Sun!
As for the demonic art unleashed by Jiuche, he cared not a whit, for another Great Wizard had already spanned several light-years to arrive.
"Jiuche." The voice was rolling and deep like thunder, its form formless, stretching to an unknowable height and distance. It felt as though one were looking at a towering wall erected right above the homeland of Houyi, where nothing could now obstruct the line of sight.
"Kuafu, how dare you obstruct me!" Jiuche rebuked angrily.
What kind of rhetoric was this? Luo Zu had no way to comment.
Yet he knew one thing at this moment: the battle whose echoes were now entering his mind had likely already reached its conclusion.
Because these supreme divine beings were dozens or even hundreds of light-years away from him, their roars at this moment probably did not even employ divine abilities, yet influenced by their own Daoist principles, the speed of propagation should be far, far faster than ordinary sound waves, and perhaps even faster than the speed of light.
Due to the influence of their own laws, the scenes Luo Zu and the others were witnessing at this moment were not happening in real-time, but neither were they battles from years past.
"Kuafu." Luo Zu hurriedly raised his head to look.
This being's physique must be the strongest in the primordial world, perhaps even surpassing the Ancestral Witches.
Rumors had it that, by availing himself of the Ancestral Witches' supreme divine abilities, he had contemplated the Pangu True Form, thereby evolving his current colossal physique—one large enough to prop up the heavens and tread upon the earth. The descendants who cultivated alongside him were also influenced, gradually acquiring massive statures and measuring the primordial earth with their strides.
Legend had it that if Kuafu lifted his hands and spread his arms, he could pluck the stars from the starry sky of the primordial celestial realm.
Truly, his hands could pluck the stars.
This Great Wizard, alongside Houyi, served under the Ancestral Witch Houtu, ranking among the most powerful Great Wizards in heaven and earth.
Luo Zu had thought such an entity would be the most crucial reference subject for his Eight-Nine Mystic Arts.
After all, to support such a colossal physique, his strength must be formidable, and his bodily structure, whether at the microscopic or macroscopic level, would surely possess immense reference value.
It was a pity that Luo Zu stared earnestly with wide-open eyes, only to see a wall resembling pixelated mosaic...
Why was this? Luo Zu found it somewhat strange.
Yet he soon understood: Kuafu the Great Wizard was benevolent and did not wish for others to be polluted by his Dao through peeping at his physical form, which could lead to their Dao disintegrating or turning them into puppets.
As Luo Zu pondered, the battle in the sky had already reached its conclusion.
No one knew what method Jiuche had used to bypass Kuafu, who stood like a barrier across the entire heaven and earth, and forcefully block Houyi's strike on behalf of the Golden Crow Crown Prince.
For this, he paid a heavy price: the formerly ten-headed entity had one of its heads severed, leaving only nine.
In the sky at this moment, aside from the vast shadow cast by Kuafu's physique which blocked the radiance of the sun, there was only the ferocious and terrifying nine-headed physique of Jiuche, dripping with blood that spilled across the vast expanse. Yet no one dared to catch the demon god's blood, which could be called the finest medicinal treasure in the world.
One of the demon god's skulls had already been reduced to pairs of fine powder upon taking Houyi's blow, leaving not a trace behind, and Jiuche had no way to use divine arts to grow it back.
From then on, he could only live in the primordial world bearing nine skulls and a thick neck missing one head.
Following such a strike, the Great Wizard Houyi, the Great Wizard Kuafu, the Demon God Jiuche, and the Golden Crow Crown Prince all vanished without a trace. What happened afterward was something Luo Zu could no longer see.
He only regretted failing to record the physical data of the Great Wizard Kuafu, which would undoubtedly have been of immense benefit to his deduction of the Eight-Nine Mystic Arts.
He could only hope that when he gained the capability in the future, he could capture a few more demon gods and great wizards to thoroughly study their physical forms, thereby deducing the Eight-Nine Mystic Arts and making it the supreme physical cultivation method of the primordial world.
Of course, those were just passing thoughts; for now, he still had to seriously consider how to face the impending apocalyptic scenery.
After all, this entire stretch of land had been reduced to scorched earth, and impartially so—both mountain ranges and lakes had been flattened to a depth of three hundred miles.
Faced with such an environment, the development of the "Upper Caveman" tribe, currently in its formal ascending phase, would likely be suppressed.
Of course, there was also a silver lining: the rare minerals buried deep beneath the earth had been exposed.
Some immortal metals (alloys) comparable to what Luo Zu himself refined were now laid bare before his eyes.
This was a magnificent opportunity.
Yet just as Luo Zu felt a mix of sorrow and joy, he suddenly felt his vision blur, and the land within his spiritual scan slowly began to "grow" back.