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

After leaving Lei Ze, Kunpeng returned directly to the primordial land.

However, when he actually set foot on this familiar land, he found that the atmosphere between heaven and earth had undergone earth-shattering changes—the evil aura was pervasive, the calamity aura was rising, the secrets of heaven were chaotic and indistinct, and the entire primordial world had entered the period of the great calamity.

The Wu and Yao races had already launched a full-scale war. The flames of war at the foot of Buzhou Mountain stretched for hundreds of millions of miles, and the shouts of battle shook the heavens. Countless living beings were reduced to ashes in this catastrophe.

"What the hell is going on?!"

The Kunpeng stood on the clouds, looking down at the tragic scene of mountains of corpses and seas of blood below. Its pupils suddenly contracted, and a storm of shock surged in its heart.

"The hundredth cycle of the reign has clearly not yet arrived, so why have the Lich and Demon races started the final battle ahead of schedule?"

He quickly activated his supernatural powers to capture the scattered fragments of cause and effect in the world, and soon understood the cause and effect of the matter.

It turned out that during the time he was discussing Dao with the other party in Raize, the conflict between the liches had already intensified to an irreconcilable point.

Furthermore, with the instigation of certain clandestine forces, the Great Tribulation broke out several eons earlier than expected.

"The current prehistoric world is simply a giant powder keg, ready to explode at any moment."

Kunpeng's expression was solemn; he had already made up his mind.

In the decisive battle between the Lich King and the Demon King, the sages did not appear, and the Heavenly Dao was hidden. Whoever wade into this murky water will perish.

The most urgent task is to return to the Beiming Dojo, stay inside, and wait for the great calamity to pass.

However, he wanted to go back, but someone insisted on preventing him from doing so.

"Kunpeng, why the rush to leave? There are countless opportunities within this great calamity!"

An aged and indifferent voice suddenly resounded deep within Kunpeng's primordial spirit, carrying a hint of mockery and an undeniable majesty.

Kunpeng's body suddenly stiffened, and his face instantly turned ashen.

He almost forgot—raise his eyebrows!

Yang Mei's consciousness was awakened at this critical juncture in the willow branch that he had kept close to his body!

"Damn it!"

Kunpeng cursed inwardly, but remained outwardly calm. However, his hands were already secretly forming hand seals in his sleeves, ready to deal with any unexpected situation.

He should have realized it sooner; how could a chaotic god-demon like Yang Mei be willing to remain dormant forever?

With the outbreak of the Great Calamity and the chaos of Heaven's secrets, the Heavenly Dao's oversight of the primordial world has been reduced to a minimum. This is the perfect opportunity that Yang Mei has been waiting for!

In the past, Yang Mei helped him return to the prehistoric world on the condition that Kunpeng would help him accomplish a task.

At the time, Yang Mei was vague, only saying that he would inform her when the time was right.

Although Kunpeng had his doubts, he had no choice but to agree in order to return to the primordial world. Now it seems that this old devil had no good intentions from the very beginning!

"Senior Yangmei, what guidance do you have now that you've awakened?"

Kunpeng suppressed his unease and asked respectfully.

"I wouldn't call it giving advice."

Yang Mei's voice carried a hint of amusement, "It's just that the deal from back then has come to be fulfilled."

"Kunpeng, what I require of you is to take advantage of this chaotic calamity and steal the primordial essence of the chaotic gods and demons that were once integrated into the primordial world!"

"What?!"

Upon hearing this, Kunpeng was greatly shaken and nearly fell from the clouds.

Stealing the origin of the chaotic gods and demons?

This old devil is actually trying to dig up the roots of the primordial world!

In the past, when Pangu separated heaven and earth, he killed three thousand chaotic gods and demons. Most of the original fragments of those gods and demons merged into the primordial world, becoming one of the foundations of the primordial world.

If these origins were forcibly extracted, it would be tantamount to shaking the foundation of the primordial world. At that time, the Heavenly Dao would be enraged, and the karmic consequences would backfire. Not to mention Kunpeng, even a saint would suffer a severe blow!

"Senior Yangmei, this matter..." Kunpeng's voice was somewhat hoarse.

"What? You want to back out?" Yang Mei's tone suddenly turned cold. "Kunpeng, you know the price I paid to help you return to the primordial world. Now you're making excuses for doing such a small thing?"

"A small matter?"

Kunpeng sneered inwardly; this old devil made it sound so easy.

Digging up the roots of the primordial wilderness, is that a trivial matter?

This is clearly an attempt to roast him like a roc on a fire!

Although Kunpeng is a top-tier powerhouse in the primordial world, he is ultimately just a primordial being, born and raised here, with an unbreakable causal connection to the primordial world.

If he really helps Yangmei steal the origin of the Chaos Gods and Demons, then he is betraying the Primordial World and the Heavenly Dao.

At that time, let alone attaining the Primordial Chaos Realm, it's questionable whether they can even survive this great calamity!

Heaven's way is both impartial and selfless. Such acts of root-and-root destruction will never be tolerated!

"Senior Yangmei," Kunpeng took a deep breath and said in a solemn voice, "this matter concerns the very foundation of the primordial world, and I am truly powerless to help. If you require any other compensation, I will certainly do my utmost..."

"That's enough!"

He raised an eyebrow and interrupted sharply, his voice already carrying a chilling killing intent, "Kunpeng, I'm not discussing this with you, I'm ordering you! Do you think you have a choice?"

Before the words were even finished, the willow branch suddenly unleashed a terrifying pressure that sent chills down one's spine!

That wasn't the fluctuation of spiritual energy from the primordial world, but rather the power of the ancient and pure spatial laws originating from chaos!

This force instantly distorted the space around Kunpeng, and invisible spatial cracks spread like a spider web, carrying an aura of destruction that could shatter everything, directly piercing Kunpeng's primordial spirit sea of ​​consciousness!

"You ant, you have not defied my rights!"

Yang Mei's icy divine sense was like a million cold needles, ignoring Kunpeng's physical defenses and reaching the core of its consciousness.

His goal was clear and ruthless—to obliterate Kunpeng's independent consciousness, to completely turn this powerful primordial being's body into a puppet, and then to personally control it to complete the "root-digging" act!

The chaotic secrets of the Great Calamity provided him with perfect cover for unleashing his full power.

The Heavenly Dao's "oversight" at this moment gave him a window to intervene in the primordial world and suppress Kunpeng.

As long as Kunpeng can be controlled in a short time, it will be too late even if the Heavenly Dao notices after the deed is done!

"roar!"

Kunpeng was filled with shock and anger; in this life-or-death situation, the instinct for survival overwhelmed everything.

Although he was terrified by the terrifying power of Yang Mei's chaotic god-demon methods, as a top prehistoric powerhouse who had survived since the beginning of time, how could he sit idly by and wait for death?

The immense power of the Northern Darkness Profound Art instantly surged, and a deep, abyss-like black light emanated from its body, attempting to resist the all-pervasive spatial erosion and the impact on consciousness.

However, Yang Mei's spatial origin power was too domineering and strange. The spatial rift ignored the layers of magical shields hastily set up by Kunpeng and entangled itself like a maggot clinging to a bone.

Kunpeng felt his primordial spirit tremble violently, as if he had been thrown into an alternate dimension that was constantly collapsing and being cut apart. His consciousness began to blur and his thinking became sluggish.

Yang Mei's consciousness, like a cold tide, was frantically assaulting and eroding his mental barriers, trying to take its place!

"Damn it! This old devil is really going all out!"

Kunpeng was horrified.

Under the great calamity, the secrets of heaven were in chaos, and Yang Mei was indeed able to unleash power far exceeding his expectations.