Primordial Era: I am a treasure trove, full of magical treasures.

At the same time, Di Jun slammed the jade cup in his hand to the ground, his handsome face contorted with anger and anxiety: "Useless! All of them are useless! Why did all the races suddenly join forces? The Dragon Clan, the Phoenix Clan, the Qilin Clan, the White Tiger Clan, the Black Tortoise Clan... and those damned barbarian witches! When did they collude together?!"

"Report—" A blood-soaked demon general staggered into the hall, hissing, "Your Majesty! The seventh, ninth, and thirteenth demon tribes of the Western Continent have been completely annihilated! Their commanders have been beheaded by the great shaman Xing Tian of the Wu tribe! More than half of the spirit mines in the west have been occupied by the allied forces of the Qilin and White Tiger tribes, and all the demons guarding the mines have been slaughtered!"

"Report! The Dragon Clan of the East Sea, in alliance with the aquatic race, launched a surprise attack on our East Sea Demon Clan's strongholds. Several strongholds were completely annihilated, and the casualties were heavy!"

"Report...report..."

As one piece of bad news after another arrived, everyone in the hall fell silent, not daring to utter a sound. Taiyi, who had a fiery temper, laughed angrily, "Very good, very good indeed!" He clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms without him even realizing it.

"Brother, let me lead men to gather the elite of our demon race and launch a counterattack!" Di Jun took a deep breath, suppressing his anger and panic, and said in a deep voice, "Taiyi, we must not act rashly now. The myriad races of the primordial world have joined forces, and their momentum is overwhelming. Our demon race is outnumbered and outmatched. It's just a pity that the Zhou Tian Star Array cannot be set up yet. Give us more time, and we will definitely let them know the power of our demon race!"

Seeing the scene before him, even Emperor Jun, a ruler of his generation, felt somewhat powerless. The current demon race was entirely bound together by his and Taiyi's strength. Moreover, the demon race was now completely under Emperor Jun's control. Power was concentrated, but none of his subordinates had any brains. Originally, there was Fuxi to hold things together, but now Fuxi had long since grown tired of the demon race's enslavement of all races and had already fled.

The demon master Kunpeng and the strategist Bai Ze, who were originally supposed to be there, are now gone. Bai Ze was even intercepted by Xuan Bao and taken back to be his head steward.

Emperor Jun remained silent for a long time, the shattered jade cups scattered throughout the hall reflecting the swirling nebula in his eyes. He finally rose slowly, his imperial aura receding like a tide, transforming into a long sigh.

In this situation, Di Jun was helpless and could only look towards the chaos, secretly hoping that there might be a turning point there. Although he knew that Hongjun definitely had other plans, he couldn't care less about anything else in the current situation...

"Taiyi, you will temporarily take charge of the affairs of the Heavenly Court, appease the various departments, and tighten the defenses." His voice was unusually calm, yet carried an undeniable determination. "Without my order, you must not launch a preemptive attack."

"Brother, where are you going?" Taiyi asked urgently, golden flames flickering in his eyes.

Di Jun did not answer, but instead raised his hand, tearing apart the space in front of him and stepping into the chaotic currents. The Hetu and Luoshu spread out beneath his feet, guiding the only direction to the depths of chaos—the Zixiao Palace.

The chaos stretched on for countless years. Emperor Jun wandered through the void for an unknown amount of time, until finally, the ancient and magnificent Dao Palace appeared before him. The palace gates were tightly shut, and all paths were silent.

Di Jun straightened his clothes outside the palace gates, suppressing all his anxiety and imperial arrogance, and solemnly knelt down, proclaiming in a loud voice: "This unfilial disciple, Di Jun, humbly begs my teacher for mercy and to grant me an audience!"

The sound echoed in the chaos, lingering for a long time. After an unknown amount of time, the palace gate, which seemed to have never been opened since time immemorial, silently slid open a crack.

As Di Jun entered the palace, he saw the figure of Hongjun Daozu shrouded in endless Daoist aura on the high platform, neither real nor illusory, as if he were merely the embodiment of the Great Dao. The attendant standing beside him, with his cold and clear eyes, was none other than Haotian and Yaochi, who would later rule the Heavenly Court.

"I already know why you have come." Hongjun's voice was neither joyful nor sorrowful, as if the Dao itself was stating, "The primordial calamity has begun, cause and effect are intertwined, and the myriad races' campaign against the demons is the destiny."

However, although Hongjun said this, the shock in his heart was no better than that of Dijun now. What was this talk of ten thousand races fighting demons? It was just a pretext. Moreover, the secrets of heaven are in chaos now. Even Hongjun, a saint at the 12th level of heaven, could not calculate the secrets of heaven in the prehistoric world.

But now the demon race has no choice but to save them. They only have two forces under their command now, and it will take a lot of effort to rebuild them. To be honest, the Eastern King Duke's Celestial Court is really weak at first glance. It is probably not even able to defeat a single dragon. Only the demon race is still of any use.

Then Hongjun continued, "Fine, seeing as you sincerely requested an audience, I will grant your demon race a glimmer of hope."

"The primordial land is filled with the aura of calamity, and is no longer a place for the demon race to live in peace." Hongjun finally spoke, "The Thirty-Three Heavens Beyond Heaven were formed when the pure energy rose up and transformed from the turbid energy at the time when Pangu separated heaven and earth. They were originally a barrier of the Heavenly Dao, peaceful and free from strife."

As he spoke, a ray of clear light flew out from Hongjun's sleeve, transforming into a scroll that was neither silk nor jade, which unfolded before Dijun. The scroll contained flowing light and shadow, revealing thirty-three majestic and vast worlds shrouded in clouds and mist. Each level was infinitely expansive, surrounded by stars, and although its spiritual energy differed from that of the earth, it possessed a unique and mysterious creation.

"This place can temporarily provide refuge for the demon race," Hongjun said. "However, under the laws of Heaven, there are gains and losses. Although the Thirty-Three Heavens can avoid the battles on Earth, you must use the demon race's fortune as a guide to set up the Zhou Tian Star Array to guard the Thirty-Three Heavens and ensure its stability. In this way, the demon race and the Thirty-Three Heavens will be inextricably linked. Once the array is lost, the demon race's fortune will also be greatly damaged."

Di Jun's heart tightened. Using the demon race's fortune as a guide to set up the Zhou Tian Star Array was incredibly risky. But the demon race was on the verge of collapse; without this, they might have no chance of survival. He gritted his teeth and kowtowed heavily, saying, "This disciple is willing to use the demon race's fortune as a guide to set up the Zhou Tian Star Array and guard the Thirty-Three Heavens!"

As for the Thirty-Three Heavens that Hongjun gave to Dijun, it was the Thirty-Three Heavens on the top of Buzhou Mountain. It had been destroyed by Xuanbao and then reforged by Hongjun with the power of the Heavenly Dao. Now, it was impossible for the demon race to find the Thirty-Three Heavens on the top of Buzhou Mountain. Helpless, Hongjun could only use the power of the Heavenly Dao to move the entrance to the Thirty-Three Heavens to another location.

"Thank you for your mercy, teacher!" Di Jun's voice echoed in the empty Dao Palace, filled with suppressed excitement and bitterness.

Emperor Jun was a great emperor.

"Disciple understands." Di Jun kowtowed again. "The demon race will certainly live up to Master's expectations and use the Zhou Tian Star Array to guard the Heavenly Realm and maintain the order of the Heavenly Dao."

Hongjun fell silent, his figure gradually fading away amidst the Daoist aura. The gates of Zixiao Palace closed silently, sending Dijun out of the chaos.