Primordial Era: I, the Lamp Burner, intercept the Western opportunity at the outset.

As Di Jun and Tai Yi established the Demon Clan and broke through to the mid-stage of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm, countless stone statues worshipped by Demon Clan tribes on the prehistoric land began to gleam with an unusual light.

Those demons dwelling in the mountains, swamps, deserts, and deep seas, whether newly transformed spirits or demon cultivators who had cultivated diligently for many years, all felt the call from the depths of their bloodlines. They prostrated themselves on the ground, bowing in worship, and shouted in unison: "Long live the Demon Emperor! May the Demon Sovereign's might shake the primordial world!"

The sound waves surged layer upon layer, from the Eastern Wilderness to the Western Desert, from the Southern Frontier to the Northern Ice, traversing Mount Buzhou and echoing across the edge of chaos. The devout faith of billions of demons converged into an invisible torrent, transforming into the purest demonic fortune, flowing into each stone statue like rivers flowing into the sea, and then, following the mysterious threads of fortune, continuously flowing towards Emperor Jun and Taiyi on the Sun Star.

Di Jun closed his eyes and concentrated, his body enveloped in a thick, tangible golden light of fortune. He could clearly sense that the power of fortune from every corner of the primordial land was frantically washing over his mind and nourishing his primordial spirit. His cultivation was steadily rising from the mid-stage of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm, only one step away from the late stage.

He sighed inwardly. The cultivation method of fortune left behind by the Demon Ancestor Rahu in the chaos was truly heaven-defying. The speed at which one could improve one's cultivation by relying on the faith of all races and the fortune of the race was second only to the merit infusion bestowed by the Heavenly Dao. It was far beyond what ordinary seclusion and arduous cultivation could achieve.

This incredibly fast method of advancement completely captivated Di Jun, causing his ambition to swell infinitely. What was originally just a desire to unite the demon race and dominate a region had now transformed into a grand ambition to unify the prehistoric world and control the universe.

"Brother, now that our demon race has gained the recognition of Heaven and been bestowed with merit, those demons at the peak of the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm are also about to break through. When the time comes, our demon race will definitely benefit the most from the lectures at Zixiao Palace!"

Taiyi said to Dijun that he believed that only one's own strength was the only way to rule, but since his elder brother wanted to unify the prehistoric world, he, as the younger brother, naturally had to support him.

Di Jun looked at Taiyi beside him and felt a warmth in his heart.

Although they both originated from the essence of the sun, Taiyi's talent surpasses Taiyi's, not to mention that he also possesses an innate treasure.

Since Taiyi took human form, he had always treated him with utmost respect, honoring him as the lord of the demon race, and had never overstepped his bounds in the slightest. Dijun secretly competed with him, determined not to hold back his exceptionally talented younger brother because of his own lagging cultivation. It was precisely for this reason that he resolutely chose to cultivate the method of fortune left behind by Luo Hou, borrowing the fortune of all races in the primordial world to quickly close the gap with Taiyi.

Using Rahu's method of fortune was also because he didn't want to fall too far behind Taiyi.

Di Jun turned around, standing atop the Fusang Divine Tree with his hands behind his back, overlooking the vast and boundless primordial land. His gaze swept over Buzhou Mountain, the East Sea, Kunlun Mountain, and the Western Paradise, his tone carrying an undeniable domineering authority: "Taiyi, merely obtaining the largest share of the benefits during the lectures at Zixiao Palace is far from enough. Have you considered that all the seats in Zixiao Palace should be monopolized by my demon race?"

Upon hearing this, even Taiyi, who was well-informed and possessed a priceless treasure, couldn't help but shrink his pupils, his heart filled with shock, and his face was full of astonishment.

He quickly stepped forward and earnestly advised, "Brother, you mustn't! The sermon at Zixiao Palace is a sacred opportunity, concerning the future of all beings in the primordial world. If our demon race forcibly seizes all the seats and prevents other innate saints from listening to the Dao, at best we will anger the future saints and incur the backlash of the Heavenly Dao; at worst, we will provoke the united dissatisfaction of all the Great Luo Golden Immortals in the primordial world. At that time, our demon race will become the common enemy of the primordial world, and our situation will be extremely precarious!"

Taiyi was still worried that doing so would provoke public outrage.

Unexpectedly, Di Jun merely chuckled.

"Taiyi, as long as those few innate saints whose cultivation is not much different from ours remain untouched in the primordial world, who can stop my demon race?"

Di Jun's eyes were piercing, and his expression was extremely confident.

"Seats in the Purple Cloud Palace are limited, and the opportunities for becoming a Saint are even more unique. If we want the Demon Race to rule the Primordial World forever, we must cut off the path for others. Within 30,000 years, any innate saints or primordial alien species that have the chance to break through to the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm must be nipped in the bud! Only in this way will the path to the Purple Cloud Palace be open only to our Demon Race!"

Seeing his elder brother's resolute expression, Taiyi knew that Dijun's ambition was set in stone and there was no possibility of change. After a moment of silence, he finally chose to support him unconditionally, bowed deeply, and said in a firm and powerful voice, "Brother Taiyi will obey your orders, brother, even if it means going through fire and water!"

"I will follow your instructions, brother."

Di Jun nodded in satisfaction.

On the other side, Randeng, carrying the innate treasure Taiji Diagram, broke through the chaotic winds and finally returned to the primordial world after nearly a thousand years.

Throughout the millennia, Randeng never slackened in the slightest. He refined the innate restrictions within the Taiji Diagram day and night, gradually mastering the power of this supreme treasure. At the same time, he used the primordial energy of the Taiji Diagram to merge with the thin Pangu blood flowing within his body, diligently comprehending the supreme law of annihilation.

Hard work pays off. The moment he stepped into the primordial world, Randeng's aura surged dramatically. He comprehended the Law of Annihilation to the point of 65%, breaking through the shackles of cultivation in one fell swoop. He steadily advanced from the mid-stage of the Great Luo Golden Immortal to the late-stage of the Great Luo Golden Immortal, his strength far surpassing what he had been before.

The first thing he did upon returning to the primordial world was to head west. He hadn't been back for a long time, and apart from periodically suppressing the karma of the Western Sea Dragon Clan, the affairs of the West were basically handled entirely by Jieyin and Zhunti.

But when he rode the clouds and flew over the primordial land, he keenly realized that the primordial world was now completely different from when he left.

On the northeast side of Buzhou Mountain, countless demon tribes stand side by side. In the center of each tribe stands a tall stone statue of Emperor Jun. Incense smoke curls around the statue, and the power of faith is so strong that it cannot be dissolved. The sounds of offerings rise and fall. The aura of the demon race has spread to most of the eastern wilderness.

After being reminded by Hongjun in Zixiao Palace, Randeng understood that at this time, the only ones in the prehistoric world who had both the strength and the motive to prevent other innate deities from going to Zixiao Palace were the demon race.

In terms of strength, the demon race has two mid-stage Daluo masters, Di Jun and Tai Yi, with countless demon soldiers and generals under their command, and their fortune is overwhelming. In terms of motives, the demon race is determined to unify the prehistoric world, so they naturally want to monopolize the opportunities in Zixiao Palace and cut off the path to sainthood for other races.

Randeng's eyes narrowed, and he immediately turned his cloud around, abandoning his plan to head west, and flew towards Wuzhuang Temple on Longevity Mountain. He knew that Zhen Yuanzi, holding the Book of Earth and residing on Longevity Mountain, was well aware of the primordial chaos, and Hongyun had extensive connections and influence throughout the Three Realms. Only by finding the two of them first, ascertaining the true strength of the demon race, and discussing countermeasures could they deal with the impending primordial calamity.

Meanwhile, on the Sun Star, Emperor Jun had already begun mobilizing his troops. A hunt targeting all cultivators in the prehistoric world with the potential to break through to the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm had already begun long before the Burning Lamp ceremony started.