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

Above the East Sea, demonic clouds loomed.

Rumble—!

The once azure East China Sea was now shrouded in a terrifying aura, as if night had fallen prematurely.

Hundreds of millions of demon soldiers lined up in the sky, their banners obscuring the sun, their murderous aura stirring up the vast waves and creating towering waves thousands of feet high.

Di Jun stood in the void, with stars flowing around him and the Hetu Luoshu slowly rotating above his head, radiating supreme power to deduce the secrets of heaven.

Beside him, Donghuang Taiyi held the Chaos Bell in his arms, the phantom of the three-legged golden crow appearing and disappearing, his body surrounded by raging golden flames, clearly already bursting with rage.

Behind the two men stood the Eastern King, his face covered in dust and his purple robe stained with blood.

"Demon Emperor, this is the place!"

Dongwanggong pointed to the surging chaotic currents below, his tone urgent, as if afraid the two gentlemen would change their minds, "The Kunpeng is hiding here! The Three Immortal Islands are formed from fragments of chaos, naturally possessing the ability to conceal heavenly secrets, and their location is unpredictable, far beyond the reach of ordinary formations..."

Di Jun frowned slightly, his gaze shooting like lightning towards the sea below.

The Hetu Luoshu in his hand shone brightly, attempting to pierce through the layers of mist and lock onto the so-called "Three Immortal Islands".

However, half an hour passed, and the star chart changed countless times, but it was still a blank.

"Strange." Di Jun withdrew his magic power, his face ashen. "I used the Hetu and Luoshu to deduce, yet I couldn't detect even a trace of chaotic energy. Dongwanggong, are you sure that Kunpeng is here?"

"It's absolutely true!" Dongwanggong exclaimed anxiously, sweating profusely. He pointed to the empty sea, "That grand formation was incredibly profound; it was the Primordial Three Talents Formation. The Kunpeng was on the Three Immortal Islands, and those islands were right here before. It's no exaggeration!"

"fart!"

A loud shout, like a thunderclap, shook the surrounding seawater, causing it to surge backward.

Donghuang Taiyi burst into golden flames and took a step forward. His terrifying pressure forced Dongwanggong to kneel in the void.

"I scanned the entire 100,000-mile sea area with my divine sense, and there wasn't even a trace of a great formation! Do you think I'm a fool, or that all the races of this primordial world are blind?!"

Donghuang Taiyi, enraged, laughed coldly, pointing to the calm sea below: "You say that island can run away? Fine, then I will guard this place for three days and three nights! If that Kunpeng is really on that so-called Three Immortal Islands, I will spare your life; if it can't escape, or if Kunpeng isn't here at all... Hmph!"

Meanwhile, in the deep East China Sea, there is a crystal palace.

Ao Guang, the Dragon King of the East Sea, sat upright on the Nine Dragon Sandalwood Chair, his eyes filled with doubt and uncertainty.

"Report—!!"

A sea patrol yaksha stumbled and scrambled into the hall, his voice trembling: "Your Majesty! Something terrible has happened! The demon race... the demon army is pressing in!"

"What's the panic!" Ao Guang roared, his dragon whiskers trembling violently. "Although my dragon clan has declined, even a starved camel is bigger than a horse! They are merely a rising demon race, not worth fearing!"

"If they set their sights on my dragon race, I have nothing to fear, even if the dragon race declines."

"No...they're not attacking us." Yaksha swallowed hard, his voice trembling. "The demon army has only blockaded the sea; they haven't attacked. Judging from their posture, Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi seem to be...looking for something?"

"Looking for something?" Ao Guang was taken aback, then frowned. "Looking for something in the East Sea? Could it be for the legendary Three Immortal Islands?"

The Turtle Prime Minister, prostrate on the ground, his old eyes filled with worry, said, "Your Majesty, the demon race has come out in full force this time, with overwhelming momentum. I'm afraid they don't mean any harm. Should we... activate the Myriad Dragons Overturning the Sea Formation, just in case?"

Ao Guang fell silent.

He recalled the glorious days when the Dragon Clan ruled the four seas. Back then, the East Sea was the Dragon Clan's private treasury; what treasure couldn't they find? But now…

"What kind of grand formation is this!" Ao Guang slumped back in his chair and sighed. "If the other party can really find the Three Immortal Islands in the East Sea, then they are truly capable."

As for activating a grand formation, damn it! Our dragon race's fortunes are waning; how can we withstand such turmoil? Pass down the order: just keep an eye on things, and as long as they don't come to my dragon palace, ignore them!

Having said that, a complex look flashed in Ao Guang's eyes: "Those three Penglai Islands are fragments of chaos, their whereabouts elusive. Even in the prime of our Dragon Clan, we might not have been able to capture them. Di Jun thinks he can find them by brute force? Hmph, a fool's dream!"

On the sea, time passed second by second.

Three hours passed, and the sea remained calm. Not to mention the Three Immortal Islands, not even a large fish surfaced.

Donghuang Taiyi's patience finally ran out.

"Dong Wang Gong!"

Taiyi's voice was icy cold, as if it came from the deepest hell. He slowly raised his hand, and in his palm, the phantom of the Chaos Bell slowly condensed, exuding a terrifying aura of destruction.

"You have toyed with me, you have toyed with the Demon Court!"

"No! You two! Let me explain, those Three Immortal Islands really can move! They're not fixed..." Dong Wanggong cried out in terror, desperately trying to retreat, but the surrounding space had already been sealed off by demonic power.

"That's enough!"

Di Jun spoke coldly, his eyes devoid of any pity, "I gave you a chance, but you proved useless. Since we can't find Kunpeng, then I'll use you to quell my anger."

"boom--!"

Donghuang Taiyi showed no mercy and unleashed a palm strike!

This palm strike contained the terrifying power of a late-stage Great Luo Immortal. The pure Yang immortal light transformed into a ten-thousand-foot golden rainbow, instantly shattering the protective purple aura of the Eastern King Duke.

"ah--!!"

The Eastern King Duke let out a piercing scream, his entire body flying backward like a kite with a broken string, his ribs collapsing, and the Purple Sun Bell let out a mournful cry, its light dimming to the extreme.

The Eastern King Duke had already suffered severe injuries from Kunpeng stealing his natal treasure, and now he was even more injured.

"Get out of my sight!"

Donghuang Taiyi kicked out again, sending Dongwanggong flying tens of thousands of miles away, turning him into a shooting star in the sky.

"I'll spare your life today, but if you dare utter another word of nonsense, I'll execute you without mercy!"

On Penglai Island, a mystical mist hangs in the air, and auspicious wisps of air rise.

Kunpeng was slumped down beside the Pure White Lotus, holding a withered branch he had picked up from somewhere, and writing and drawing in the void.

"Horizontal... Vertical... Left-falling... Right-falling..."

As he wrote, he muttered to himself, "These creatures of the primordial world are too stupid and have low comprehension. If I don't have a simple and easy-to-understand script, how will I fool... no, how will I educate them?"

"boom!"

A primordial Dao pattern took shape at his fingertip, transforming into an ancient "Dao" character that emitted a faint golden light.

"Hmm, this character is good. From now on, if anyone dares to disobey, just write the character 'Dao' and smash it to death."

Kunpeng nodded in satisfaction and casually tossed the character "Dao" into the pond beside him, creating ripples.

Suddenly, he yawned and rubbed his sore eyes.

"Strange, why do I suddenly feel a chill down my spine? Who's cursing me?"

He scanned the area with his divine sense, but only detected a void of chaotic energy; he found nothing else.

"Forget it, never mind."

Kunpeng rolled over, found a more comfortable position to lie down, and looked at the ever-changing chaotic clouds above his head, a contented smile appearing on his lips.

"If the sky falls, tall people will hold it up; if the earth sinks, fat people will fill it in. I've worked so hard for this little while, and nobody can disturb my great undertaking of creating words... unless, of course, it's about transcendence."

Having said that, he continued to draw symbols in the air, creating characters.

They had no idea what was happening outside.