Many children, many blessings; the twelve ancestral witches forced marriages throughout the primordi

Beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, in the Heavenly Court of the Demon Clan.

Inside the Lingxiao Palace, Emperor Jun paced back and forth with his hands behind his back, his hurried footsteps sending shivers down one's spine. His brows were furrowed into a deep frown, and he would occasionally glance up in the direction of Buzhou Mountain, his eyes filled with apprehension.

"Brother, could you please stop spinning me? It's making me dizzy."

Donghuang Taiyi sat at the lower end, toying with the Chaos Bell in his hand, looking completely unconcerned. He was a man who revered strength; in his view, as long as one's fists were strong enough, all schemes and tricks were nothing but paper tigers.

Di Jun stopped and sighed, "Taiyi, you don't know the value of money until you're in charge. The Wu Clan is making too much noise right now. That kid Lin Xuan is really strange; ever since he arrived, the Wu Clan seems to have suddenly become enlightened. First, they arranged a marriage with the Queen Mother of the West, and now they've created fluctuations in primordial spirits. If we let them continue like this, how can our demon race compete for the position of protagonist in the world?"

Taiyi curled his lip: "What's there to be afraid of? Even if they have primordial spirits, they've only just cultivated them. How powerful can they be? We've cultivated the Dao for hundreds of millions of years. Besides, I have the Chaos Bell, which puts me in an invincible position. At worst, I'll go to Buzhou Mountain and capture Lin Xuan to serve as a snack for my elder brother."

"Nonsense!" Di Jun glared at him. "Now is not the time to act rashly. Although the Dao Ancestor hasn't explicitly stated it, this celestial marriage must be finalized as soon as possible. As long as I marry those two goddesses of the Taiyin Star, the Yin and Yang will be in harmony. Not only will my cultivation break through, but the fortune of our demon race will also greatly increase. At that time, with the help of the Heavenly Dao, crushing the witch race will be a piece of cake."

At this point, Di Jun walked up to Tai Yi and patted him on the shoulder earnestly: "Second brother, this trip to Taiyin Star to propose marriage is of great importance. You are the person I trust most, and only you can handle this. Remember, give her plenty of face, make a grand entrance, and let the whole prehistoric world know that the Goddess Taiyin is someone I, Di Jun, have set my sights on, and no one else can even dream of having her!"

Taiyi put away the Chaos Bell, stood up, straightened his golden imperial robe, and revealed an arrogant smile: "Brother, rest assured. I will take those top-grade innate spiritual treasures from our treasury and muster 100,000 heavenly soldiers and generals. I want to see if Xihe and Changxi dare to say no to our sincerity and strength."

Di Jun nodded, and with a wave of his hand, several boxes shimmering with precious light appeared out of thin air.

"Inside are the fruits of ten top-grade innate spiritual roots, three superior-grade innate spiritual treasures, and countless rare and precious materials. Especially the 'Nine Heavens Rainbow Robe,' which was casually crafted by the Goddess Nuwa. Although its defensive power is average, it is beautiful, and female cultivators all like it. Take it and make sure you handle things perfectly."

Taiyi took the item, put it in his sleeve, and turned to leave.

"Big brother, just wait for my good news! If those two women don't know what's good for them, I'll just bring the Moon Star back with me!"

Watching Taiyi's departing figure, Dijun felt a little more at ease. But for some reason, his right eyelid kept twitching, and he had a feeling that something bad was about to happen.

"There shouldn't be any problems, right?" Di Jun muttered to himself. "The Witch Clan just finished their wedding, and that kid Lin Xuan is with the Queen Mother of the West. He shouldn't have time to cause trouble. As long as we get the marriage arranged before they realize what's happening, and the deed is done, even if the Witch Clan wants to take it away, they won't be able to do anything about it."

Taiyi left the Lingxiao Palace and immediately mustered his troops.

Golden light shone brightly in the sky, and a hundred thousand elite demon warriors, clad in golden armor and wielding long spears, rode on auspicious clouds in a magnificent procession. Taiyi sat majestically on a chariot pulled by nine dragons.

"Let's go! Destination: Taiyin Star!"

With a single command from Taiyi, the army set off. Their momentum was so great that it seemed they wanted to tear a hole in the heavens.

The powerful rogue cultivators who passed by were so frightened that they huddled in their caves, not daring to show their faces. They were all wondering: Which family is this demon clan going to raid and wipe out this time?

Taiyi sat in the carriage, feeling quite pleased with himself. He had planned it all out: once they arrived at Taiyin Star, he would first display the Chaos Bell to intimidate them, then present the gifts, and finally announce his elder brother's name. Xihe and Changxi, who had spent their lives on the desolate Taiyin Star, had never seen such a display before. They would surely agree immediately.

"Hmph, the Witch Clan." Taiyi sneered, "Once my elder brother gets married and his cultivation breaks through, the first thing I'll do is tear Zhu Rong's mouth apart. He dared to call me a mongrel last time; I remember that debt clearly."

However, Taiyi was unaware that just as his army left the South Heavenly Gate, a group of people on Mount Buzhou were also eager to give him a "surprise".