Kuafu died chasing the sun, Houyi shot down nine golden crows.

The Heavenly Dao neither acknowledged nor denied it, but simply stated: "Now that the great calamity has begun, the cause and effect must naturally be resolved."

Lin Yang fell silent upon hearing this. After a while, he said, "Since I promised you I wouldn't interfere, I naturally won't."

Tiandao gave Lin Yang a deep look, and after confirming that Lin Yang was not lying to him, he said, "That would be for the best."

After saying this, the figure of the Heavenly Dao disappeared.

Lin Yang shook his head and returned to the palace, re-entering the Great Thousand World to continue his seclusion.

The ten suns appearing in the sky are a result of the will of Heaven and the sages in order to propel the great eon.

He had promised Heaven that he would not interfere in the conflict between the two races, so now he would just let things take their course and observe how things unfold.

He wanted to see what tricks Heaven would play in the end.

As for the consequences of the ten suns appearing out of nowhere, how many lives will be lost and destroyed as a result?

Lin Yang didn't care.

In the primordial world, life and death are perfectly normal. Besides, this is during a great calamity; he is not so great as to need to protect the weak at every moment.

Survival of the fittest is the eternal law of this world.

Sometimes, Lin Yang was also a little afraid of his own mentality, as if he had cultivated it to the point of being like the Heavenly Dao.

They are becoming increasingly indifferent and less and less concerned about other lives.

But after much thought, Lin Yang realized that if he really wanted to save every unfortunate person, then no matter how high his cultivation level or how powerful his strength was, he would still be too busy to do it all every day.

There is too much misfortune in the world. Would he really give up his own cultivation and his own survival just to save others from misfortune?

Lin Yang then realized that his abilities were actually quite limited; his abilities were only limited to his own small territory.

As long as he can protect himself and his race, that's already quite good.

Other living beings and other races, they survive and develop themselves in this primordial world; that's their business.

For example, this time, the sudden appearance of ten suns could lead to the death of a large number of living beings, including the witch race, the human race, and even the demon race itself.

But Lin Yang didn't notify them or let them prepare in advance. Nor did he personally intervene to help or protect them.

Why is that? Firstly, even the Heavenly Dao itself came to stop Lin Yang; secondly, Lin Yang himself felt it was unnecessary.

The sudden appearance of ten suns was not a calamity that would wipe out the human race, and Lin Yang had no obligation to care for or protect the human race at all times.

Needless to say, this is a conflict between the Witch Clan and the Demon Clan.

The karmic consequences accumulated from the long-term conflict between the Lich and Demon races are about to erupt under this sudden impetus.

Meanwhile, on the Sun Star, Zhunti descended, obscuring the secrets of heaven, and looked toward the ten little golden crows perched on the Fusang tree.

These ten little golden crows were once placed in the East Sea by Emperor Jun, but Lin Yang broke into Tang Valley that time in order to obtain the branch of the Fusang Tree.

After that, Dijun had no choice but to move the ten little golden crows and the Fusang tree back to the Sun Star.

On the hibiscus tree, ten little golden crows were playing mischievously, completely unaware of the danger that was about to befall them.

Upon seeing this, Zhunti shook his head. Although he felt pity, he did not hesitate to strike.

The various restrictions and formations set up by Di Jun and Tai Yi were as invisible to Zhun Ti.

He easily arrived at the hibiscus tree.

After a while, ten little golden crows flew out from the sun star, chirping and heading towards the primordial land.

They were misled by Zhunti and wanted to deal with the Wu tribe, burning the primordial land with the true fire of the sun.

However, little did they know that their actions would bring about the true annihilation of the demon race.

The secrets of heaven were obscured, and powerful demons such as Di Jun and Tai Yi were completely unaware of the actions of the ten little golden crows.

Wherever they passed, the earth blazed with raging fire, turning into vast seas of flame.

Countless lives were burned to death in the fire, which in turn created immense karma.

On this day, ten little golden crows flew over a tribe of the witch clan, intending to follow the previous example and shake off the true fire of the sun from their bodies, turning the witch clan tribe into ashes.

But at that moment, a great shaman stepped forward, roared, and swung his peachwood staff at the golden crows.

This great shaman was none other than Kuafu.

Kuafu was a top shaman of the Wu tribe, and his strength was considerable. He could easily overwhelm ten little golden crows.

But the ten little golden crows didn't bother with him; they set off fire and flew away immediately.

Kuafu was a member of the Wu tribe, which specialized in cultivating the physical body. Although they possessed great supernatural powers, Kuafu was not good at flying because he was a great shaman of the Houtu lineage, the ancestral shaman of the earth.

However, the ten little golden crows were born birds of prey, possessing superb flying abilities. They had honed their skills on the Fusang tree for an extremely long time, and now they were determined to fly away. Kuafu could only follow behind, running wildly across the land in pursuit.

Day after day, Kuafu relentlessly pursued the Golden Crow, and even with his great shamanic physique, he could no longer withstand the strain.

Scorched by the sun's intense heat, Kuafu felt extremely thirsty. He saw a great river and rushed over, drinking the entire river dry in one gulp.

However, even so, he still couldn't quench his thirst. Kuafu continued to search for water and found another great river, which he also drank dry in one gulp.

In this way, Kuafu drank the great rivers dry, but in the end, he could not withstand the scorching heat of the sun.

His entire body was burned to a crisp by the true fire of the sun, and he collapsed. Thus, a top-ranking shaman of the shaman clan died.

Where Kuafu fell, the peachwood staff melted away and became a peach forest, seemingly to protect Kuafu forever.

Shortly after Kuafu's death, another great shaman of the Wu tribe rushed over upon hearing the news.

When the great shaman saw Kuafu lying on the ground, lifeless, and the peach blossom forest, he flew into a rage.

This great shaman was none other than Hou Yi, Kuafu's best friend. When he heard that Kuafu was chasing the sun, Hou Yi rushed to catch up, but he was too late.

Looking at Kuafu's corpse, Houyi was filled with regret, hatred, and anger. He picked up his bow and arrows and chased after the ten little golden crows.

At this moment, the ten little golden crows slowed down after they saw that Kuafu was no longer chasing them.

But they were caught up with again.

Hou Yi was different from Kuafu. Kuafu was an offensive warrior, while Hou Yi was an archer who excelled at long-range attacks.

Hou Yi looked at the ten little golden crows above his head, his eyes widened, he picked up his longbow, drew it to its full extent, and shot an arrow.

Almost without surprise, at such close range, a golden crow screamed as it was pierced through by Hou Yi's arrow.

Hou Yi shot down one of the ten golden crows on the spot, and the remaining golden crows scattered and fled in terror.

But Hou Yi wasn't about to let them go, and he kept shooting arrows at them.

In the blink of an eye, screams rang out one after another, and huge fireballs transformed from the golden crows that were shot down from all directions fell.

However, nine out of the ten little golden crows were shot down by Hou Yi.

Just as Hou Yi was about to shoot down the last little golden crow, which was also the smallest of the ten golden crows.

Just then, a chaotic bell rang out, and Di Jun and Tai Yi finally arrived, albeit belatedly.

The Chaos Bell rang, shattering the arrow aimed at the last little golden crow and saving it.

Even so, it was impossible to bring back the nine little golden crows that had already died.

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