Primordial Salted Fish: Starting from Refusing to Join the Demon Clan

Chapter 102 Changes Over Ten Thousand Years

Although this branch was not born innately, it was enlightened by the origin of Yangmei, the Chaos Demon God of Space, and incorporated with the chaotic energy and spatial Dao patterns. Its essence is infinitely close to that of an innate spiritual treasure. Moreover, because it shares the same origin as Yangmei, it is the most suitable carrier of consciousness!

"This is a branch transformed from my true form, temporarily named the Empty Willow Branch," Yang Mei said calmly. "Although it is not a top-tier innate essence, it still contains a trace of spatial origin, enough to bear my consciousness. You shall use this as proof."

As Kunpeng gazed at the emerald green, crystal-clear willow branch imbued with a restrained Daoist aura, he felt certain.

As long as it doesn't directly parasitize the body, it's just a magical artifact; he has plenty of ways to isolate it from detection or tamper with it.

He immediately nodded: "This junior will follow your instructions, senior!"

Deal done!

He raised his eyebrows and said no more. A barely perceptible stream of transparent light shot out from between his eyebrows and instantly disappeared into the empty willow branch.

The willow branch flashed with emerald light, then returned to calm, but the restrained spatial Daoist aura seemed to have become slightly more vibrant.

Immediately afterwards, Yang Mei stretched out a finger and pointed it at Kunpeng's brow from a distance.

boom!

A vast and mighty torrent of thoughts, containing the aura of chaos and the mysteries of the Great Dao, instantly rushed into Kunpeng's sea of ​​consciousness!

That is an ancient method and experience on how to comprehend the Great Dao, condense the Primordial Dao Fruit, and break through to the Primordial Grand Luo Golden Immortal realm in a chaotic environment!

Although it is not the way of Hongjun slaying three households, it is the most primitive and closest to the origin of the Great Dao, the path of breakthrough for chaotic beings!

The sheer volume of information nearly burst Kunpeng's primordial spirit. He let out a muffled groan, and pale golden blood seeped from his seven orifices. He quickly focused his mind and concentrated all his efforts to receive and seal it.

"The law has been given to you; take care of yourself!" The raised eyebrows spoke with a hint of weariness and an undeniable authority. "I will now send you back to the edge of the primordial wilderness!"

Before the words were finished, the entire chaotic forest phantom formed by Yang Mei suddenly burst forth with dazzling silver-white light!

Countless spatial Dao patterns flashed and combined wildly, instantly forming an extremely complex spatial teleportation channel beneath Kunpeng's feet.

And at the center of this spatial passage is that emerald green willow branch!

"Walk!"

With a raised eyebrow and a low shout, the teleportation array shone brightly, completely engulfing the Kunpeng and the empty willow branch!

The light flashed and vanished, leaving only the eerie, slowly swaying forest silhouette and Yang Mei's face blending into the tree trunk.

The ancient, rustic face has returned to silence.

His gaze pierced through the endless chaos, as if he could already see the outline of the primordial world.

"Pangu—what belongs to me will eventually be reclaimed—"

Beyond the celestial chaos lies the boundless void beyond the primordial barrier.

This place is no longer a pure, disorienting chaos, but a buffer zone filled with violent earth, water, fire, and wind, shattered star debris, and the sparse innate spiritual energy and fragments of the laws of heaven emanating from the primordial world.

In the distance, the vast outline of the primordial world resembles a magnificent bubble embedded in chaos, radiating boundless vitality and the light of order.

hum!

In a relatively calm void, space violently distorted, and a silvery-white vortex appeared out of nowhere.

puff!

A disheveled figure was violently "spit out" from the vortex—it was Kunpeng!

His enormous demonic body tumbled several times in the void before he could barely steady himself. His magical power was in disarray, and his Taoist robe was disheveled. Clearly, this long-distance spatial teleportation had put a considerable strain on him.

He shook his slightly dizzy head to steady his breathing.

At the same time, the weak, almost severed connection between Kunpeng and the primordial world became incredibly strong.

The chaotic currents of the heavens tore at the Taoist robe, but Kunpeng steadied himself, his eerie green pupils fixed on the distance.

The barriers of the primordial world are like isolated islands in a chaotic sea, exuding a familiar yet dangerous allure. The Daoist aura of Zixiao Palace, like an invisible spiderweb, flickers in and out of this buffer zone.

"Purple Cloud Palace~" A warning alarm blared in Kunpeng's heart.

Without hesitation, he activated the "Free and Easy Wandering" technique, transforming into a gentle breeze and silently returning to the primordial world.

At this moment, Hongjun was at a crucial moment of achieving Dao, and therefore did not notice Kunpeng.

Like a silent shadow, Kunpeng avoided the raging earth, water, fire, wind, and star fragments, quietly disappearing towards the weakest point of the primordial barrier.

Each spatial jump was precisely timed to fit within the gaps of the Heavenly Dao's surveillance, like dancing on a knife's edge.

In the chaotic years that Kunpeng spent, in the primordial world, ten thousand years have quietly passed.

The greatest event that occurred during these ten thousand years was that the Celestial Court established by the Eastern King Duke was destroyed by the Twelve Ancestral Witches leading the Witch Clan on the very day it was established.

The once ethereal and magnificent Fangzhu Immortal Mountain in the East Sea is now nothing but ruins.

The charred, bottomless pit was the mark of the ancestral witch's true form.

Moss climbs over the shattered foundations of the celestial palace, and the remaining sword marks and chisel marks silently tell the story of that earth-shattering, devastating battle.

The Wu tribe's battle flags fluttered atop the highest, crumbling peak. Squads of powerful shamans, clad in scale armor and exuding a menacing aura, patrolled the ruins, occasionally kicking aside a broken stele inscribed with the words "Celestial Court" and letting out a disdainful sneer.

"Hmph, that old man, Dongwanggong, dares to call himself emperor?" a high priest spat.

"Relying on the treasure bestowed by the Dao Ancestor, he became arrogant and dared to establish a court on this earth? The Ancestral Witch Emperor Jiang personally took action and shattered his Myriad Immortals Diagram with a single punch; even his true spirit couldn't escape!"

"I heard that the so-called Immortal Alliance has fallen and scattered, and our clansmen have chased them to the ends of the earth! How satisfying!" Another great shaman brandished his bone club, exuding a murderous aura.

Deep within the ruins, several ghostly remnants of immortal souls trembled in the shadows, their faces turning ashen upon hearing the discussions of the witch clan.

The ambition of the Eastern King and the glory of the Celestial Court have long since become the most profound warning on the primordial land after that earth-shattering battle—the Wu Clan's control of the land is no exaggeration!

Any being that dares to challenge its majesty on earth will only be reduced to ashes.

At this moment, deep within the unnoticed Northern Dark Sea, a shadow almost blended into the dark waters quietly emerged.

The Kunpeng stood in the cold sea eye, feeling the breath of the primordial world, and also capturing the lingering sorrow of the destruction of the Celestial Court and the rampant evil aura of the Witch Clan.

"Dongwanggong—Xianting—Hehe."

A cold smile curled at the corner of his lips, carrying an indifferent detachment and a hint of mockery, "A clown jumping around, there's a proper way to die."

The hollow willow branch spun silently in my palm, its emerald light concealed.

He returned, bringing with him the deal that raised his eyebrows and the secrets of Hunyuan, but also deeper calculations and lurking crises. The undercurrents in the primordial chess game have never ceased.

But the most important thing now is to recover from the injury as quickly as possible.

There's no rush for the deal with Yang Mei, since Yang Mei's wisp of consciousness hasn't given any information.

The Kunpeng transformed into a giant Kun, roaming the four seas and returning towards the Northern Sea.