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

After Di Jun returned to the demon race, the demon court of the demon race...

"What? Retreat to the Thirty-Third Heaven?" Taiyi slammed his fist on the table, his eyes blazing with golden flames. "Brother, when has my demon race ever been so cowardly! What if all races join forces? With a single ring of my Eastern Emperor Bell, I'll make sure their souls are annihilated!"

"Taiyi, calm down." Dijun sat upright on his throne, his expression terrifyingly calm. "Take a look at this battle report."

A jade slip floated to Taiyi's side. When unfolded, the densely packed casualty figures were shocking. In just a thousand years, nearly 4% of the strongholds of our demon race in various parts of the prehistoric world have been destroyed, thousands of demon generals and commanders have fallen, and countless ordinary demons have been killed or wounded.

"This..." Taiyi clenched his fist, his knuckles turning white.

"The myriad races came prepared this time," Di Jun said slowly, "catching our demon race off guard. Although our demon race has hundreds of millions of people, they fight independently and lack unified command. Now, you and I, brothers, have to deal with the offensive of the myriad races and manage our internal affairs, and we are already stretched thin."

Upon hearing this, the demon saints in the hall exchanged glances and remained silent. Everything Di Jun said was true. The demon race appeared large, but in reality, it was loosely organized. It was only through Di Jun and Taiyi's unparalleled martial power that they were forcibly united.

Now surrounded by powerful enemies and with internal conflicts beginning to surface, most of the demon saints are already thinking about fleeing. Although they can gain a lot of benefits from the demon race, their lives are more important than their own.

Although the vast majority of the demon race is controlled by the Demon Gathering Banner, the Demon Saints are not included. After all, the Demon Saints are already high-ranking members of the demon race. If even the Demon Saints are controlled, the foundation of the demon race's rule will be gone. As for the lesser demons under their command, they don't care. If they die, they die. The primordial world has nothing more than a few more demons as consumables, which is insignificant.

Of course, there are exceptions. The Demon Saint Jiuyin, who had betrayed the emperor once, also had his divine consciousness forcibly taken away, and his life and death were in the hands of Emperor Jun.

"Retreating to the Heavenly Realm is actually a strategic retreat." Emperor Jun stood up, his gaze sweeping over the ministers in the hall. "Although the Thirty-Three Heavens is still just a piece of land, as long as our demon race uses the Qi of destiny as a guide to set up the Zhou Tian Star Array, we can not only defend the Heavenly Realm, but also use the power of the stars to cultivate. Given time, we will surely be able to regain our strength."

"But brother, the Zhou Tian Star Array is not yet perfect..." Taiyi frowned.

"That's precisely why we need to retreat to the Heavenly Realm to buy time." A glint flashed in Di Jun's eyes. "The Heavenly Realm and the Primordial Land are separated by the Chaotic Gale, making it difficult for the Allied Forces of the Myriad Races to break through, no matter how strong they are. This time is perfect for perfecting the Great Array, reorganizing the internal forces, and training elite troops."

He paused, his voice turning cold: "As for those who secretly collude and intend to betray us, this is a good opportunity to eliminate them one by one."

Upon hearing this, all the demon saints felt a chill run down their spines. Although Emperor Jun was usually dignified, he rarely revealed his murderous intent so openly. Clearly, this campaign of all races against demons had truly enraged this demon emperor.

In 3000, the demon race began a large-scale migration.

This was an extremely massive undertaking. Hundreds of millions of demons, young and old, rode on various magical cloud formations and made a mighty march towards the edge of chaos. Di Jun used the Creation Diagram as a guide to carve out a relatively safe passage through the chaos, leading directly to the Southern Heavenly Gate.

The allied forces of all races would not stand idly by. The Dragon Clan unleashed towering waves, attempting to cut off their path; the Phoenix Clan spewed forth inextinguishable heavenly fire, burning away the demonic clouds; and the Witch Clan condensed their blood energy into a fist, slamming it into the demon army…

However, Di Jun was prepared. He personally commanded the central army, unfurling the Hetu and Luoshu diagrams to create illusory images of the celestial constellations. Although not as complete as the Zhou Tian Xing Dou Grand Array, it was enough to withstand most of the attacks. Taiyi, on the other hand, led the Donghuang Zhong (Eastern Emperor Bell) to clear the way. As the bell resounded, the chaotic currents calmed down, and the attacks of all races crumbled.

The most brutal battle took place on the edge of chaos. The twelve Ancestral Witches joined forces to fight against Emperor Jun and Taiyi, as well as a simplified version of the Zhou Tian Star Array. Since the Ancestral Witches did not yet know the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Array, the twelve Ancestral Witches, with their powerful physical bodies, fought to a standstill against Emperor Jun and Taiyi, who were blessed with many buffs.

Di Jun and Tai Yi joined forces to meet the attack. The True Fire of the Sun merged with the True Fire of the Sun, transforming into a blazing sun that clashed violently with the phantom of the Heaven-Opening Axe. A terrifying shockwave swept through the chaos, turning countless star fragments into dust, and even the chaotic air currents were briefly pushed aside, revealing a void.

"Di Jun, today your demon race will be destroyed!" Di Jiang's voice came from Pangu's true form, carrying a chilling killing intent.

"You think you can beat me?" Di Jun sneered, the Hetu Luoshu behind him swirling wildly, countless illusory stars merging into his body, his aura rising steadily, seemingly poised to break through to the peak of Quasi-Saint.

Taiyi directly revealed his true form as a three-legged golden crow, with the Eastern Emperor Bell hanging above his head. As soon as the bell rang, time and space froze, and all laws retreated.

However, although Di Jun and Tai Yi successfully held off the 12 Ancestral Witches, the demon race under their command was no match for the counterattack of the myriad races. Although the demon race had more than 10 quasi-saints, the allied forces of the myriad races had more than 30 quasi-saints, and the demon race was directly defeated.

Seeing his demon clan about to be wiped out, Di Jun was extremely anxious. "Teacher, help me!" Di Jun's cry of "Teacher, help me!" was not loud, but it seemed to contain a strange rhythm that pierced through the chaotic battlefield and reached the depths of the underworld.

Just when the allied forces of all races thought victory was in their grasp and the demon race was on the verge of collapse, an unexpected change occurred.

From the depths of chaos, a faint sigh echoed. This sigh did not resonate in the ears, but rather in the hearts of all the powerful beings, carrying a hint of helplessness, a hint of understanding, and an undeniable air of authority.

At this moment, Hongjun felt like he had killed a dog. He was, after all, half of the Heavenly Dao, yet he did nothing but clean up messes every day.

In an instant, a wisp of purple energy spread from an unknown place, initially as thin as a hair, but in a flash it filled the universe, enveloping the entire battlefield along with the chaotic air currents. Wherever the purple energy passed, the violent energy subsided, and the shattered void healed.

"Hongjun Daozu!"

Someone cried out in surprise, and the fighting on the battlefield paused for a moment. Whether it was the demon race or the allied forces of all races, all the powerful beings who had reached a certain level had the image of the Dao Ancestor, who lay high in the Purple Cloud Palace and whose body was in harmony with the Dao, appearing in their minds.

The purple aura did not attack anyone; it merely diffused, encompassed, and suppressed. Under the boundless embrace of this purple aura, all killing, supernatural powers, and spells vanished into thin air.

Hongjun didn't say much, but slowly opened his mouth and said, "From this day forward, demons will rule the heavens, and witches will rule the earth. Within the first Yuanhui, no more wars shall be started."

Di Jun's pupils contracted slightly, instantly understanding Hongjun's profound meaning—it was both a restriction and a safeguard. Given the current internal and external troubles facing the demon race, continuing the war would likely result in mutual destruction and could even shake the foundations of the primordial world. This "One Yuan Hui Agreement" served as a buffer, and also gave both sides time to sort out their internal affairs and consolidate their power.

He bowed first, saying, "I will respectfully obey the decree of the Dao Ancestor."

Taiyi and the other demon saints followed closely behind, responding in unison.

Although the twelve ancestral witches were unwilling, especially those with fiery tempers such as Zhurong and Gonggong, they did not utter a sound under the stern gaze of Dijiang.

However, this situation is also under Xuanbao's consideration, and it is also the best opportunity for Nuwa to become a saint.

At this moment, at the foot of Mount Buzhou, the wind subsided and the clouds settled, a mysterious aura quietly flowing through the area. The Three Pure Ones and Xuanbao surrounded the area, their gazes all fixed on Nuwa, who stood quietly in the center, dressed in a plain white robe. In her palm, she held a wisp of primordial energy, but her eyes drifted into the depths of the sky. The lingering power of the purple aura that had swept across the primordial world seemed to still leave a trace of enlightenment in her eyes.

Upon discovering that Hongjun had appeared on the battlefield, Xuanbao immediately shouted, "Sister, not now!"