Primordial Era: Reborn as Kunpeng, starting by swallowing the Styx River

Chapter 81 Remnants of the Demon Court

In the thirty-third heaven, the sea of ​​clouds still churns, and the stars still shine brightly.

But the Lingxiao Palace, which once symbolized the supreme glory and hegemony of the demon race, has now been reduced to ruins.

The massive palace pillars were snapped in half, the magnificent glazed tiles were reduced to dust, and the imperial throne, carved with nine dragons and golden crows, was shattered into pieces by the aftershocks of the ancestral witch's self-destruction, leaving only charred remains.

The demon saint Bai Ze leaned against a broken stone pillar, his face ashen, with a trace of golden blood still hanging from the corner of his mouth.

In the battle of Buzhou Mountain, although he survived the self-destruction of the Ancestral Witch by relying on his innate spiritual treasure and his talent for seeking good fortune and avoiding misfortune, his primordial spirit was severely damaged, and his quasi-saint cultivation level fell to that of a Great Luo Golden Immortal.

He looked around, and all he could see was desolation.

Shang Yang, Qin Yuan, Fei Lian—the ten great demon saints who once dominated the prehistoric world, now only a handful remain, each bearing injuries and withered.

Behind them, the once-powerful demon army, boasting hundreds of millions and capable of blotting out the sky, is now reduced to less than a million defeated soldiers.

Some of them were missing limbs, others were devoid of demonic energy, and their eyes were numb, like soulless walking corpses.

Even more terrifying is that above the head of every surviving demon, there is an intense, thick black-red aura of malevolence and karma.

That was an monstrous sin of slaughtering humanity and unleashing a great calamity!

Under the erosion of this karma, not only is their path to enlightenment cut off and they make no progress, but they also have to endure the inner demons and tribulations sent down by the heavens at all times. If they are not careful, they will turn into ashes.

"Defeat—finally, defeat—"

Looking at the desolate scene and his former, once-powerful colleagues, Bai Ze's eyes revealed a deep sadness and confusion.

Just then, two auspicious golden beams descended from the chaos and landed in front of the main hall of the Heavenly Court.

The light faded, revealing two figures.

A man and a woman, the man was heroic and extraordinary, the woman was elegant and noble, they were none other than Haotian and Yaochi, the former Daoist disciples of Zixiao Palace.

The two of them were no longer the children they once were.

They were dressed in imperial robes and crowns, surrounded by the aura of quasi-saints bestowed by the Dao Ancestor, holding the Haotian Mirror and the plain-colored cloud banner, exuding unparalleled majesty.

"By the decree of the Daoist Ancestor!"

Haotian's voice was cold and majestic, devoid of any emotion, echoing across the ruins: "The Lich Wars have ended, and the Heavenly Court cannot be without a ruler for even a day."

"I am the Supreme Jade Emperor of the Golden Palace of the Vast Heaven, the Naturally Existing and Wondrously True One, now ascending to the Heavenly Court and becoming the Lord of the Three Realms!"

"You wicked demons, you have unleashed a great calamity, causing the primordial world to shatter, your sins are grave! Get out of the Thirty-Three Heavens at once and find another place to eke out a living!"

The cuckoo has taken over the magpie's nest!

This blatant expulsion order reignited the final flames of anger in the already despondent remnants of the demon race.

"Who do you think you are? You're just a gatekeeper by the Dao Ancestor's side, yet you dare to boss us around like that?!"

The hot-tempered demon saint Feilian roared and was about to step forward to argue.

"shut up!"

Bai Ze quickly stopped him, bowed deeply to Haotian, and said in a hoarse voice, "We—will obey the decree."

"Strategist!" Fei Lian and the others were filled with resentment.

"Let's go."

Bai Ze shook his head, his eyes filled with bitterness. "The Heavenly Court—is no longer our home."

The situation is better than people.

Although Haotian is a newly promoted Quasi-Saint, he is backed by Hongjun Daozu, who represents the great trend of the Heavenly Dao.

If these remnants of the army dare to disobey again, they might not even have the chance to leave the Thirty-Three Heavens.

And so, under the cold gaze of Haotian and Yaochi, millions of the remaining demons, dragging their weary and wounded bodies, left in despair the homeland for which they had once shed their blood and sacrificed their lives.

However, once they left Heaven, they discovered that the real nightmare had only just begun.

"Hahaha! Where do you think you're going, you monster!"

"Senior brother, look! That's an injured Bifang bird! We can extract its inner core to refine a batch of Li Huo Pills!"

It is unknown when it began, but a wave of "exorcising demons and protecting the righteous" swept across the primordial land.

Countless disciples of the Chan Sect and the Human Sect, under the guise of eliminating the remnants of the demon race, hunted down any lone powerful demons.

What they wanted was not justice, but the inner core, magical artifacts, and precious flesh and blood materials left behind by the fallen demon race powerhouse!

When the wall falls, everyone pushes it, and when the drum breaks, everyone beats it.

The once mighty demon race has now become a rat that everyone hates and a "chance" in other people's mouths.

In a secluded valley.

Looking at yet another comrade who had succumbed to his wounds and lay in a pool of blood, Bai Ze finally couldn't help but let out a long, sorrowful sigh: "Is the world so vast, yet there is nowhere for us to find refuge?"

"Strategist—where should we go now?"

The female demon, Sheng Shangyang, choked with sobs, her eyes filled with confusion.

They are now burdened by karma, like fireflies in the dark, and no matter where they hide, they will be found by those with ill intentions.

Should we go to Phoenix Mountain to pray to the Goddess Nuwa?

Although the goddess is a saint of the demon race, she has long since stopped concerning herself with worldly affairs. Moreover, their slaughter of the human race has created a great karmic connection with the goddess, so going there would only bring shame upon themselves.

Go and join the Jie Sect?

Although the Tongtian Sect Leader believed in teaching without discrimination, the Chan and Jie sects were currently in a honeymoon period, and it was absolutely impossible for him to offend the Primordial Heavenly Lord for the sake of these defeated soldiers.

At this moment of despair, a majestic figure suddenly appeared in Bai Ze's mind, standing on the Northern Ice Plains with a purple-gold wheel of merit hanging behind his head.

Kunpeng!

A complex look flashed in Bai Ze's eyes.

There was apprehension, there was awe, but more than anything, there was a glimmer of hope.

"Strategist, what have you thought of?" Shang Yang asked eagerly.

Bai Ze took a deep breath, his voice hoarse but firm: "To Beiming!"

"Bei Ming?" Fei Lian was taken aback. "Go find that old thief Kunpeng? He is—"

"Although he is ruthless, vicious, and has a grudge against His Majesty."

Bai Ze interrupted him, his eyes gleaming with wisdom: "But he is, after all, the leader of the Demon Sect! The nominal ruler of our demon race!"

"More importantly, he possesses merit! Enormous merit sufficient to protect us!"

"We are now burdened by karma, and only his vast golden wheel of merit can wash away our sins and protect us from the backlash of heavenly tribulations and inner demons!"

"This vast wilderness may be, but right now, the only one who can save us, and the only one who dares to save us, is him!"

Yes!

Kunpeng!

That demon ancestor whose strength is unfathomable, who even dares to confront saints!

"Let's go! To the Northern Underworld! To seek an audience with the Demon Ancestor!"

With a goal in mind, a flicker of hope for survival finally rekindled in the eyes of these defeated soldiers.

They no longer dared to ride the demonic clouds as they had before, so vast and boundless.

They could only conceal their presence, hiding during the day and venturing out at night, like stray dogs, cautiously sneaking through the mountains and forests.

Along the way, demons with severe injuries kept falling and turning into cold corpses.

They didn't even dare to collect his body; they could only bury him with tears in their eyes and continue northward.

The once all-powerful ruler of the world now finds even walking upright in the sunlight a luxury.

After an unknown amount of time, Bai Ze, looking at the magnificent palace that was faintly visible in the wind and snow, could no longer hold on. His knees buckled, and he knelt heavily on the ground, tears streaming down his face: "Bai Ze, a traitor of the demon cult, leads the remnants of the demon race to pay homage to the Demon Ancestor with tears of blood!"

"I beg the Demon Ancestor—to have mercy!"