In the blink of an eye, time passed—Nine Heavens and Nine Nights.
At the place where the sun was setting, Kuafu finally caught up.
Ten red, blazing fireballs hung in the sky right before Kuafu's eyes. Above his head, thousands of golden rays bathed his immense body.
The power of a Great Wu surged deep within his veins. At that moment, something stirred in his heart—his blood seemed to boil, as if on the verge of breaking through and reaching a new level.
Although those Nine Heavens and Nine Nights had been grueling, they also served as a form of tempering, pushing his Cultivation Base forward by leaps and bounds. The bottleneck he had felt for so long was now beginning to loosen.
"I finally caught up..."
Kuafu, the great Wu, was exhilarated. His blood boiled with excitement. Every bit of suffering he had endured now felt worth it. His hard work had not been in vain.
He raised his head, preparing to speak to the ten Golden Crows soaring high above.
Boom—!
Suddenly, a terrifying surge of flame descended from the sky, slamming into Kuafu's body with overwhelming force. The strike was silent, deadly, and devastating—brimming with unimaginable power and killing intent.
"What?! Damn it! Who dares to attack me?!"
Every hair on Kuafu's body stood on end. He sensed a fatal crisis and instinctively tried to dodge.
However, after chasing the ten suns for Nine Heavens and Nine Nights without rest, his physical strength had been drained. Even a member of the Wu Race could not withstand such exhaustion.
And now, in this moment of vulnerability, he was ambushed?
To be honest, this assassination was horrifying. Even at his peak, Kuafu would not have had full confidence in resisting it—let alone now, in his weakest state.
Boom!
Caught off guard, Kuafu was instantly engulfed by a wave of black flames. His blood evaporated in an instant.
Even his soul was incinerated—leaving not a single trace.
His massive body turned to ash, his flesh dried up, and his wide-open eyes froze in disbelief as he died.
At that moment, a black figure appeared beside him, laughing loudly.
"What a fool. How could I let you catch up with the Golden Crows? I won't allow you to destroy the plans of our Evil Gods."
The one who assassinated the Great Wu Kuafu was none other than the Evil Fire God. Under its attack, Kuafu didn't even last a single breath.
"As expected of Lord Fire Evil God—you killed Kuafu effortlessly. If he had really caught up with the ten Golden Crows, he might have ruined everything for us. It's good that he's dead now."
Another Evil God appeared in the void beside him, radiating a murderous aura.
"Small matter. He's just a Great Wu. If I, the Evil Fire God, couldn't kill someone like him easily, how could I hope to fight against the Chaos Demon Gods?"
The Evil Fire God snorted dismissively. To it, this had been child's play—like a Saint slaying a mere mortal.
"Still, Lord Fire Evil, I must say, this is a tremendous opportunity."
Yet another Evil God appeared, looking excitedly at Kuafu's charred corpse.
"It's said that Kuafu, the Great Wu, was second only to the Twelve Ancestors of Wu in terms of reputation and prestige within the Wu Race.
And now, in pursuit of the sun, he died tragically. If the Wu Race believes that the Golden Crows were responsible, it could ignite an unquenchable blood feud.
Even if the Wu Race and the Monster Race don't wish for war, it will be hard to avoid."
"I see... a frame-up. A clever move indeed. But we must ensure it's flawless. We cannot let the Great Wu or any among the Wu Race see through it."
The Evil Fire God nodded. Being an intelligent and sinister entity, it immediately understood the implications and approved the plan. This was indeed the perfect opportunity to sow discord.
"Rest assured. This is but a minor matter. Not only does the Wu Race lack supernatural perception, even true gods would find it hard to see through my deception. No matter how they investigate, the blame will fall on the ten Golden Crows."
The Evil God laughed. It had pulled off countless schemes like this and was a master of manipulation.
"Very well. I leave the rest to you."
The Evil Fire God vanished in the blink of an eye, leaving the finishing touches to its subordinate.
At that moment, far above the clouds, the ten Golden Crows were still playing joyfully.
Suddenly, they paused, each touching their heads.
"Strange… did something happen just now? I feel like danger is approaching."
The eldest Golden Crow Princes furrowed his brows. He had felt a shiver, a sudden sense of foreboding, as though something terrible had just occurred.
But no matter how hard he tried to remember, he couldn't sense anything specific. It was as if a mysterious force had blocked his perception.
"Sister, maybe it's just your imagination. Nothing serious happened."
A little Golden Crow nearby chirped cheerfully.
"That's right. We're the Golden Crows, children of the Heavenly Emperor. Who would dare to harm us?"
"Exactly! Father always said the Prehistoric World was dangerous. But look, we've been out for days and nothing's happened. He probably exaggerated just to stop us from playing."
"Yes! If we knew how fun it was out here, we wouldn't have stayed on Sunstar for so long!"
The younger Golden Crows chirped excitedly.
"No... Sister's instincts might not be wrong. There are those who can harm us."
Another Golden Crow spoke, a little more serious.
"Oh? Who do you mean?"
The others turned toward him.
"It's Father, of course. Maybe he finished his Closed-Door Training and discovered we snuck away. He might lock us up when we return."
The Golden Crow whispered ominously.
"Oh no! That explains the weird feeling! We better get back quickly before Father finds out!"
The eldest Golden Crow nodded.
"Sister's right. Let's go home quickly. If we get caught, we won't be allowed to come out again."
With that, the ten Golden Crows quickly departed, flying back toward the Sun Palace.