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

"Sorry, I was distracted for a moment."

Kunpeng composed himself and nodded slightly in apology.

Just now, what he revealed in his eyes was not simply inquiry, but a sense of vicissitude and insight that transcended time.

Nuwa's beautiful eyes flickered, and although she couldn't read the fleeting disappointment and vicissitudes in the other's eyes, she didn't delve into it, simply assuming it was a powerful being exploring new things.

"Fellow Daoist Ming, are you interested in the clay figures I created?"

Kunpeng did not answer directly, but carefully considered his words and cautiously probed: "Fellow Daoist Nuwa, the primordial world is teeming with myriad races and countless beings. I wonder why you have the idea of ​​creating entirely new beings?"

"I can't explain it either." Nuwa gently shook her head, her gaze fixed on the void, as if conversing with some unseen being. "Ever since I broke through to the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm, a voice has been guiding me from the shadows."

"Moreover, after I returned from my travels through the prehistoric world, I always felt that there were countless races of beings in the prehistoric world, but I always felt that something was missing. However, I did not know exactly what was missing, so I fabricated it at will."

She paused, then turned to look at Fuxi: "This is just like your path, brother, which tells you that you must enter the grand scheme of things, use heaven and earth as a chessboard, and deduce the great world of mortals in order to go further."

At this point, Nuwa countered, "Fellow Daoist Ming, hasn't your path provided you with any guidance?"

This question strikes right at the heart of the matter.

Kunpeng fell silent.

Guidance?

Since he transmigrated to the primordial world and replaced that miserable Northern Kunpeng, his only "path" is to escape the 996 fate of his previous life and become a carefree immortal in this perilous primordial world, lying down and doing nothing.

As for Ronaldo's future path?

That's for later.

Perhaps it is because he knows his true "heart" that the mechanical guidance from heaven and earth has long been covered by his powerful will.

The so-called great path is nothing more than pointing the way for the lost; but he only wants to be a powerful salted fish.

"My way lies in freedom and ease," Kunpeng mumbled in response, then turned to look at Fuxi, who had remained silent to the side.

Fuxi stroked his long beard, his expression grave, clearly unwilling to dwell on the topic, and went straight to the point: "Fellow Daoist, you have traveled extensively throughout the primordial world and seen much. In your opinion, with so many races vying for power, where will the future lead?"

Kunpeng withdrew his thoughts, his gaze becoming profound, as if piercing through countless ages: "In the present primordial world, all races are vying for supremacy, full of vitality, seemingly a scene of great prosperity."

"But in terms of the future trend, in my opinion, two races will surely stand out from all races and dominate the world."

"Oh?" A glint flashed in Fuxi's eyes. He cultivated the Eight Trigrams and was skilled at divination. Although he had temporarily withdrawn from the world, he had still divinationd the future of the primordial world countless times. What Kunpeng said actually coincided with the result of his divination.

"I would like to hear more details. Which two tribes?"

"Witch, demon." Kunpeng uttered two words, each one resounding.

How do you know?

"Let's start with the Wu Clan." Kunpeng slowly rose, stood with his hands behind his back, and exuded an aura of dominance over the world. "The Wu Clan was formed from the essence and blood of the great god Pangu. The twelve ancestral witches achieved sainthood in their physical bodies and could break through all laws."

"I have fought three of the Ancestral Witches in turn. Although they do not cultivate their primordial spirit and cannot rely on the power of spiritual treasures, their physical strength is simply terrifying!"

Recalling that battle, Kunpeng still felt lingering fear: "Ordinary powerful beings, without the protection of powerful treasures, probably wouldn't even be able to withstand a single move from the Ancestral Witch."

"The Twelve Ancestral Witches are all top-tier experts, and they have countless Great Witches and Lesser Witches under their command. Bound by a shared faith and bloodline, they are of one mind and one heart. It is no exaggeration to say that they are the strongest race in the prehistoric world today."

The hall fell silent for a moment, the atmosphere somewhat oppressive.

Nuwa's beautiful eyes flickered, and she asked softly, "Fellow Daoist Ming, since you have fought against the Ancestral Witch, what was the outcome?"

She, along with Houtu and Xuanming, were all female innate gods and demons born from Buzhou Mountain. Although they had never fought, she knew that the strength of the Ancestral Witches was unfathomable.

"It was just a friendly spar." Kunpeng smiled indifferently, avoiding the main point. "Gonggong, Zhurong, and Qiangliang, the three Ancestral Witches, have unparalleled physical bodies. I have no powerful weapons to break through their defenses, so I could only rely on hit-and-run tactics to wear them down. I can barely call it a minor victory."

Fuxi glanced at Kunpeng without showing any emotion, thinking to himself: "To have fought against three Ancestral Witches without being defeated, the strength of this Northern Darkness Kunpeng is probably even more unfathomable than the rumors suggest."

"Fellow Daoist says the Wu Clan is invincible, then what about the other clan?" Fuxi pressed.

"Although the Witch Clan is strong, they are not invincible." Kunpeng shook his head. "No single race can withstand the Witch Clan's might. The destruction of the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin clans is a lesson from the past."

"However, there is one race that combines the strengths of all races and may be able to rival it."

Kunpeng's gaze was profound, as if it could see through the long river of time:

"The demon race."

Fuxi did not expect Kunpeng to mention the demon race. Although he and his sister did not frequent the prehistoric world, they had heard some things about the feud between Kunpeng and the demon race's leader, Dijun Donghuang Taiyi, including the battle on the Northern Sea.

"Why is it that only the demon race can contend with the witch race?"

Fuxi didn't mention Kunpeng's dark past, but instead asked directly, "As far as I know, the demon race is not a single race, or rather, it's just a force forcibly cobbled together; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it scattered!"

Fuxi didn't mention Kunpeng's dark past, but instead asked directly: "As far as I know, the demon race is not a single race, or rather, it is just a force forcibly cobbled together. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it scattered. How can it possibly contend with the witch race?"

Kunpeng's lips curled slightly, revealing a profound and unfathomable smile:

"It is precisely because of the chaos that inclusiveness is revealed."

"This is precisely the disadvantage of the Witch Clan. Because they are of the same race and belong to the same lineage, they cannot be as tolerant of outsiders as the Demon Clan."

Moreover, the number of witches is small, and even if an individual witch is powerful, it cannot compete with the sheer number of demons!

Of course, Kunpeng didn't say this, but Fuxi naturally understood it.

Upon hearing Kunpeng's words, Fuxi felt as if he had met a kindred spirit: "I never expected that you, fellow Daoist, would share the same thoughts as me."

Kunpeng turned to look at Fuxi, a hearty smile appearing on his face. He cupped his hands and said, "Fellow Daoist Fuxi, we can be said to share the same view."

Upon seeing this, Fuxi laughed heartily, his beard and hair trembling slightly, exuding an air of nonchalance: "Haha, fellow Daoist is absolutely right!"

"However, this primordial world is vast, and there are people beyond people and people beyond the heavens. Heroes are not limited to you and me. I wonder what Kunpeng thinks of the demon race's lord, Emperor Jun, Donghuang Taiyi."

Upon hearing this, Kunpeng's heart stirred slightly, and he guessed: It seems that Dijun and Taiyi may have already communicated with Fuxi.

Fuxi let out a scream of pain as Nuwa had just pinched him hard.

Fuxi then realized that Kunpeng had a grudge against the other party, and no matter what, it shouldn't be mentioned at this time.