Reincarnation space, but the style is wrong

Chapter 520 A New Qilin Clan to be Established
After helping the Divine Court repel the attack of the demonic path, Chen Xingzhi did not linger. Instead, he immediately left the Divine Court, concealing his merits and fame while secretly preparing for his next big plan.

He must seize the opportunity to ascend to the throne of the Heavenly Emperor and the Nine Heavens.

As for Xuanjun, he was left behind to clean up the mess.

With Guangyuan and Yuanlong dead, and Yunhai Dazun in seclusion, Xuanjun and Chiming Daojun, the most powerful and influential figures, have become the backbone of the Divine Court.

One person led the intact Xuanjun Temple forces, while the other led the Phoenix Clan, which was still bigger than a starving camel, and forcefully took over all the affairs of the Divine Court.

They also divided up various interests of the Divine Court.

The Qilin and Dragon clans, having lost their progenitors, joined the Divine Court Mysterious Lord faction to fight against the Phoenix clan, at the behest of Mo Lin and Zhu Long respectively.

"Fellow Daoists, you may depart now. I will take good care of the Qilin Clan and the Dragon Clan." Xuanjun thought to himself without any sincerity, tightening his lips as he continued to bury himself in the affairs of the Divine Court.

After the war against the heavens, the affairs of the divine court increased, with new rebellions occurring every day, involving one race or another.

Those who originally served in the Divine Court at the eighth level either died or left, leaving behind only those who shared his goal and planned to make one last fortune.

While extracting the remaining value from the Divine Court, he also acted like a patcher, trying his best to prolong the life of this dying giant.

As for how long it can last, he can only say he will do his best.

In the heart of the Northern Continent, at the stronghold of the demonic path, a period of turmoil has just come to an end.

The Impure Old Demon, or rather the Impure Demon Ancestor, beheaded an eighth-level demonic cultivator with a single strike and planted his head on the Myriad Souls Banner.

"This is the consequence of betrayal." He raised the Ten Thousand Souls Banner high, on which were already three heads, all of them the heads of demons from the Great Freedom Heavenly Demon faction.

These people are still harboring wicked intentions and are thinking of seizing the Demon Ancestor's position from him.

"The next time you rebel, you'd better find out which blade is sharper, mine or the First Demon Ancestor's."

His hawk-like, wolf-like gaze swept over the demons, and everyone lowered their heads, not daring to meet his eyes.

He was terrified that he would become the next head to be stuck on the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls.

"Is that all?" He was somewhat disappointed. "My Impure Demon Blade is still not fully fed, and the Myriad Soul Banner is not yet replenished."

After the war against the heavens, he reforged the Impure Demon Blade, using the Impure Dao Principles and the Demon Ancestor's status to suppress its destructive nature, transforming it into a spiritual treasure symbolizing the Demon Ancestor's authority.

Even if the Grand Commander were to be resurrected, he probably wouldn't recognize that this magical treasure was his original God-Slaying Spear.

Having dealt with the rebels, the Impure Demon Ancestor breathed a long sigh of relief.

Sure enough, killing eighth-level enemies was still more profitable; a mere few eighth-level enemies were enough to half-satisfy his Myriad Soul Banner.

This fragment of spiritual light is truly a wonderful thing.

"There are still many things waiting for me to do, whether it is planning the transformation of all races into demons or seizing the throne of the Heavenly Emperor, I will have to do my part."

The thought of having to work overtime to devise strategies after becoming the Demon Ancestor brought a downward-curving smile to his lips.

He still has a lot of work to do and can't rest yet.

In a certain realm occupied by the Alliance of Myriad Races, Dao Lord Yanyang was listening to his subordinates' report.

Unlike the head of the Divine Court who was too busy to lift his head, and the Demon Ancestor who was frowning with worry while thinking of ideas, this current Grand Commander of the Alliance of Myriad Races was not busy.

"Great Commander, the people we planted in the primordial world have completed their mission admirably. Several races have already been incited by us and have announced their withdrawal from the Divine Court."

His loyal subordinate reported, his brows furrowed with undisguised joy. For him, nothing was more gratifying than witnessing the Divine Court suffer a setback.

"Yes, I understand," Daoist Yanyang nodded gently. "How is the dissemination of the concept of 'demon race' going?"

“The progress is not satisfactory at present,” the subordinate said with a troubled look. “Most of the myriad races in the prehistoric world do not recognize the concept of ‘demon race,’ since many races themselves have predatory and competitive relationships.”

Just as wolves and sheep, foxes and rabbits cannot coexist peacefully, how could a race that is already in conflict possibly accept the concept of "demon"? Unless there is the intervention of a powerful external force.

"Is that so? Just continue doing it the way you did before. The transformation of all races into demons is an inevitable trend, and it will happen one day."

Lord Yanyang spoke slowly and deliberately, showing no sign of urgency.

After all, the biggest obstacle to the transformation of all races into demons is that the three races of the primordial world are still around. Only when the Impure Demon Ancestor instigates a war between the three races and forces them to withdraw from the primordial world stage can the transformation of all races into demons be carried out.

so.
"Let's wait patiently, our opportunity will come soon."

Time passed by little by little until one day, Xuanjun finished processing the last volume of documents, suddenly looked up, and a thought swept across the entire Divine Court.

"I'm the only one left? Yes, the last bit of value in the Divine Court has been squeezed dry. I just dismissed the last people a while ago."

Walking effortlessly to the throne, Xuanjun glanced one last time at the empty divine court before focusing his gaze on the throne where the Great Venerable Yunhai had once spent the longest time.

The throne hangs high, yet the king's shadow is nowhere to be seen.

He didn't come here to take the place of the Great Venerable Yunhai on this toilet, but to activate the pre-set Heavenly Realm closure procedure.

The conflict between the three races of the primordial world has already begun to emerge. In order to prevent the flames of war from spreading to the Heavenly Realm, which will become the foundation of the Heavenly Court in the future, he must seal it off in advance.

As for letting the Alliance of Ten Thousand Races occupy this place in advance, that's not very realistic.

It is not yet time for the Heavenly Court to emerge. Prematurely seizing control will only bring future repercussions to the Alliance of All Races.

This was the future he and Grandmaster Yunhai had decided, and it could not be changed, not even by those who had made the decision.

"The turmoil in the primordial origin has subsided. It seems that the advancement of the Cloud Sea Grand Venerable has entered the next stage, and he no longer needs to rely on the power of the primordial world. Even if the Divine Court falls, it will not interfere with him."

After confirming once again that there was no one else in the Divine Court besides him, Xuanjun activated the program on the Divine Throne and then disappeared from the spot before the Heavenly Realm was completely sealed off.

Only a desolate and deserted magnificent temple remains, awaiting its next master.

Meanwhile, inside the Xuanjun Temple, the seven lineage masters of Xuanjun gathered together to discuss the current situation in the prehistoric world.

"That's terrible! That phoenix clan really isn't..."

"Those little brats of the Qilin clan are the same... They've even escaped my control."

"This is no longer a simple matter; we must give them a crushing blow!"

At this moment, Xuanjun pushed open the door and entered, and the lively atmosphere immediately cooled down.

All the disciples looked at him, their previous enthusiasm for pointing out the state of the country completely gone, and they all honestly said, "Master (ancestor)."

"The atmosphere was quite lively. What were you talking about just now?" Xuanjun nodded slightly and asked curiously, "It was about throwing heavy punches and treating them to Zhongcheng oranges."

“Master, the newly promoted eighth-rank members of the Qilin Clan have started to think about breaking away from our control,” Mo Lin replied. “They say they want to get rid of the control of Xuanjun Temple and create a new Qilin Clan.”

(End of this chapter)