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

The Penglai Immortal Island is shrouded in spiritual mist, and Kunpeng lies slumped beside the Pure White Lotus, his dead fish eyes showing no sign of laziness.

Although the Three Immortal Islands can shield one from heavenly secrets, they are by no means an eternal paradise, not to mention the hidden danger of killing gods and demons.

Hongjun is about to become a saint, and the method of severing the three corpses will be released. The Heavenly Dao's supervision will be strict. The conflict between the witches and demons is a foregone conclusion, and he, the "instigator," will eventually be drawn into the vortex.

"What a terrible karma..." he murmured to himself.

With the Hetu and Luoshu, divine artifacts for divination, in his possession, and the demon race's influence spreading throughout the prehistoric world, it was only a matter of time before they found his whereabouts.

In the battle of Beiming, the demon race lost more than half of their "family property" and suffered a great loss of face. This grudge will surely be settled on him!

The Primordial Continent, the Palace of the Sun God.

Di Jun's face was ashen, with the Hetu and Luoshu floating in front of him, and the trajectories of billions of stars flickering and flowing within them.

He tried to deduce the whereabouts of the Kunpeng, but was always blocked by a chaotic fog.

News came from the demons under his command that Kunpeng had flown towards the East Sea.

"The East Sea..." Di Jun's fingertip traced the star map, locking onto that region of chaotic laws. "Kunpeng, you can hide for a while, but you can't hide forever!"

He put away the divine diagram, his eyes flashing with a cold, sharp light. With the Taiyi Origin damaged, the secret of the Chaos Bell had spread throughout the primordial world, leaving the demon race's high-end combat power stretched thin.

The twelve ancestral witches of the Wu tribe are eyeing the treasure with covetous intent. Although they have internal disagreements about the strategy to seize the bell, the allure of Pangu's legacy is enough to unite them against external forces for the time being.

"Allies..." Di Jun looked towards the primordial land.

In the present primordial world, the three races of dragon, phoenix, and qilin are burdened by karma and have retreated into seclusion.

The West is barren, and the karma from the self-destruction of the Demon Ancestor Rahu has not yet been resolved.

The powerful beings of the myriad races in the primordial world are all strong, yet they are difficult to subdue. Moreover, even if they were subdued, how could the strongest among them compare to the Twelve Ancestral Witches?

His gaze finally fell on the direction of Buzhou Mountain, where the spine of Pangu was formed, a place of chaotic heavenly secrets. Perhaps... he could encounter a powerhouse comparable to the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

But the most important thing right now is to find the Kunpeng that is causing chaos in the Northern Sea!

Di Jun summoned his trusted demon god, his voice icy and chilling: "Send more men to search the entire East Sea! We must find Kunpeng alive, or... find his corpse!"

Di Jun stood in the Sun God Palace, his gaze deep and thoughtful.

His search for Kunpeng was not merely for revenge.

Although the battle in Beiming resulted in the loss of more than half of their "family business," it also exposed the fatal flaw of the demon race: their top combat power was only Donghuang Taiyi.

When the twelve Ancestral Witches besieged the Chaos Bell, the demon race would have been defeated long ago if Taiyi hadn't burned his own essence to defend it.

"The foundation of the demon race lies in destiny." Di Jun stroked the Hetu Luoshu, and the star map flowed.

He emulated the three races of dragon, phoenix, and qilin, seeking to rule over all races and gather the primordial fortune to attain enlightenment.

He had previously succeeded in subduing weaker tribes, but the Battle of Beiming awakened him.

Without a sufficiently powerful figure to suppress it, its fortune will crumble like a sandcastle. The Kunpeng, however, perfectly fits the definition of the demon race, and coupled with its immense strength, its joining the demon race would greatly enhance its power.

"A peak Great Luo Golden Immortal, able to withstand the Chaos Bell... Such strength is rare in the primordial world!"

What's even more remarkable is that Kunpeng's innate divine and demonic roots align perfectly with the definition of the demon race.

With this assistance, the demon race's high-end combat power will make up for its shortcomings, and the witch race will no longer be able to run rampant with the physical bodies of their ancestral witches.

"Find him, at all costs."

Emperor Jun coldly gave the order to the Demon God.

The fact that Di Jun could not deduce his whereabouts using the Hetu and Luoshu indicates that he must possess a magical treasure that conceals the secrets of heaven.

However, the demon race's influence at the grassroots level is widespread throughout the prehistoric world. Finding a powerful figure in the prehistoric world is difficult, but not impossible.

At the same time, Di Jun did not focus all his energy on Kunpeng; he set his sights on the three races of dragon, phoenix, and qilin, the former overlords of the prehistoric world.

At this moment, Kunpeng also encountered his troubles, because there were creatures outside attacking the Three Immortal Islands.

The Eastern Sea Returns to Ruins, a place where the laws of nature are in disarray.

The Three Immortal Islands are hidden in the chaotic mist, where the Primordial Three Talents Grand Array flows endlessly.

Suddenly, an overwhelming beam of pure Yang immortal light crashed down from the direction of the East Sea of ​​the Primordial World, slamming into the great array barrier!

"boom--!!!"

The celestial light exploded, and the chaotic energy surged, but the great formation remained completely still, without even a ripple.

Outside the formation, a figure dressed in a purple-gold Taoist robe and wearing a pure yang crown appeared. He was none other than the future leader of male immortals—Dong Wanggong.

His brow furrowed, his face showing surprise and doubt: "Strange! The chaotic energy here is mixed and clearly contains hidden treasures, so how can there be no flaws?"

Inside the formation, on Penglai Island.

Kunpeng, who was slumped by the spiritual spring, didn't even bother to lift his eyelids, only pursing his lips:

"What kind of idiot attacked his dojo?"

Kunpeng stood up, wanting to see who it was!

At this moment, outside the formation.

The rumbling sounds coming from outside the formation in the distance grew more and more intense. Dong Wanggong's pure yang immortal light continuously impacted the innate three talents formation. Although it did not shake it in the slightest, it stirred up the spiritual energy.

"This is never going to end..." Kunpeng rolled over in frustration.

If this fool is allowed to continue attacking, it may attract the attention of powerful beings from the primordial world, at which point the Three Immortal Islands will no longer be able to hide.

The ironclad rule of salted fish instantly came to mind: eliminate future troubles!

Outside the formation, the Eastern King!

"A mere illusionary formation cannot hinder my path!"

The purple-robed Taoist priest formed a hand seal, and the Pure Yang Immortal Sword transformed once more into a ten-thousand-foot-long rainbow of light, slashing towards the chaotic mist. "Boom—!"

Before the array wall rippled, the force of the recoil made his hands go numb.

"Strange! This formation is so vast and perfectly formed by nature; could it be nurturing an unparalleled immortal island!" The Eastern King's eyes gleamed with even greater greed. "I am truly destined by Heaven to receive this opportunity!"

Within the formation, the Kunpeng.

"Destiny? Ha..." Kunpeng's divine sense swept over the frenzied figure outside the formation, his dead fish eyes narrowed into slits, "Since you're courting death, then I'll grant your wish."

With a slight thought, the power of the three islands resonated!

"Click—"

A crack suddenly appeared in the chaotic mist of the Primordial Three Talents Grand Array.

The Eastern King's eyes gleamed with a sudden burst of light: "Heaven is on my side! This formation must be a hidden treasure, destined to be my opportunity!"

Without hesitation, he transformed into pure yang immortal light and rushed into the formation.

As soon as Dong Wanggong's body swayed and his feet touched solid ground, he felt an overwhelming surge of innate spiritual energy, so rich it was almost overwhelming, even several times purer than the Kunlun Mountain where he was located.

"What a blessed land!" Dongwanggong stroked his beard and laughed heartily, his eyes gleaming. "Such a treasure should rightfully belong to me!"

Just as he was about to summon the Purple Sun Bell to investigate his surroundings, he heard a lazy voice, seemingly coming from a great distance, yet also sounding in his ear.

"Hey, are you out of your mind? My door wasn't even open, and you just barged in, muttering about 'destiny' to yourself. What's your destiny worth?"

"Who are you? How dare you occupy this place of opportunity!" Dong Wanggong's expression changed drastically. The Pure Yang Sword in his hand hummed, and an undisguised pressure from a mid-stage Great Luo Golden Immortal pressed down on Kunpeng.

"Give me back my opportunity? This island is my training ground, who do you think you are? Also, toned down your bluster and intimidation, it's giving me a headache."

"I'm giving you two choices: either get out of here, or I'll kick you out!"

Kunpeng is completely unaffected.