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

Mount Buzhou was regarded as a sacred mountain by the Wu tribe.

Even though the twelve Ancestral Witches dominated the primordial world and waged wars everywhere, there were always three Ancestral Witches stationed in the heart of Mount Buzhou, like three insurmountable iron walls, guarding the burial place of the great god Pangu.

Dijiang stood in the void, the laws of space around him rippling like water.

As the ancestral witch who took human form on Buzhou Mountain, he possessed the purest essence blood of Pangu, which was not only the source of his power but also the key to resonating with this sacred mountain.

Compared to Kunpeng, who still needs to mobilize his magic to resist the pressure, Dijiang is like a fish in water here, as if he has returned to his mother's womb.

This is why Kunpeng is unwilling to encounter the other party.

Dijiang controls the Great Dao of Space Laws, his figure appearing and disappearing in the void. Each flash covers tens of millions of miles, truly shrinking the earth to an inch, and teleporting regardless of distance.

Although the Kunpeng is fast, it still needs to go through the process of "movement".

In this world, Dijiang is the master of space, naturally restraining Kunpeng.

This is why Kunpeng boasts of being invincible in one-on-one combat, fearless even against a single Ancestral Witch or two Ancestral Witches, yet he is unwilling to fight Dijiang to the death.

Even if you can't beat other powerful opponents, you can still escape as long as you master the ultimate speed of heaven and earth; but if you really can't beat Di Jiang, then you can't escape.

"If Mount Buzhou truly offers so many opportunities, wouldn't it attract countless cultivators who covet it?" Kunpeng composed himself and asked calmly.

"Hmph, a stroke of luck?"

Dijiang chuckled, his laughter carrying the domineering confidence unique to the Wu tribe: "Wouldn't it be wonderful if more cultivators came to worship Father God?"

"To see those primordial gods and demons, who are usually so high and mighty, trembling and bowing in submission under the might of our Father God—this is the scene our witch clan most desires to see!"

His gaze swept across the land, as if he could see through layers of clouds and mist to all living beings on the primordial earth: "Besides, not everyone has the courage to cross the outer tribes of my witch clan."

"Since the Wu Clan entered the world and established themselves on Mount Buzhou to contend for supremacy in the primordial world, the number of cultivators who have dared to come here to pay homage can be counted on one hand."

The wind howled, making Dijiang's words flutter loudly:

"The world fears my witch clan, calling me cruel."

"Little do they know, the Wu tribe's warlike nature stems from their desire for survival! The Wu tribe are the true descendants of Pangu, and they are rightfully destined to rule the primordial world!"

"In the primordial world, the strong are respected, those who obey live, and those who defy perish!"

"If the people misunderstand my witch clan, it is only because we are too powerful and too united! You are afraid and trembling!"

Kunpeng neither confirmed nor denied this.

As long as his interests are not violated, what does it matter to him how the Wu tribe dominates?

As they spoke, Nuwa and Fuxi finally broke through the last obstacle and appeared on the mountaintop platform.

However, an unexpected change occurred.

The moment their feet touched the ground, an ancient and mysterious wave of runes rippled out from beneath their feet.

Without any warning, the two figures instantly twisted and vanished into thin air, as if they had never existed.

Kunpeng's pupils suddenly contracted, and he froze on the spot.

"Hahaha!"

Upon seeing this, Dijiang burst into a deafening burst of maniacal laughter, which echoed across the mountaintop and was filled with undisguised mockery.

Kunpeng's face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

The meaning couldn't be clearer.

Fuxi and Nuwa triggered some hidden opportunity and were transported to a special space.

Kunpeng, on the other hand, was not chosen by any opportunity, not even as a weed on the summit of Buzhou Mountain.

"Damn luck!" Kunpeng cursed inwardly.

But he was, after all, a proud and arrogant man. Since there was an opportunity here, why should others have it while he didn't?

As the saying goes, if Heaven does not grant it, one should take it.

Kunpeng took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the anger in his heart.

He closed his eyes, his consciousness frantically retracing the fluctuations of that very moment.

The trajectory of the innate formation, the nodes of spatial folding, the rhythm of the flowing laws... He frantically deduced in his mind, trying to crack the entrance to this opportunity.

Dijiang watched coldly, a disdainful smile curving his lips.

"A waste of effort!"

With a cold snort, the space around Di Jiang suddenly collapsed, and his figure instantly disappeared from the spot, leaving only a faint echo reverberating on the summit of Buzhou Mountain.

"Some opportunities cannot be obtained through calculation."

Over the long years, cultivators have gradually reached the pinnacle;

As the eldest of the twelve ancestral witches and the patriarch of the witch clan, Dijiang witnessed all of this during his time guarding Buzhou Mountain, but did not stop it.

Because some people get the treasure, while others go home empty-handed;

Even those traveling together may not be able to enter the formation.

Because in Dijiang's view, this was all arranged by the Father God.

Kunpeng's approach is nothing but a futile effort.

In the end, you get nothing.

But Kunpeng refused to believe in evil.

After Dijiang left, Kunpeng actually broke through a corner of the magic array and entered it.

This is a long-destroyed cave, its walls charred black, as if it had endured unimaginable calamities.

Although the air still retained a chilling aura of creation and wisps of the power of the Heavenly Dao, proving that a heaven-defying opportunity had once been born here, the center, which should have been the place where the supreme treasure was conceived, was now completely empty.

On the stone platform, only a faint trace of spiritual energy remained, slowly dissipating with the wind.

Every opportunity in Buzhou Mountain that is taken away will vanish into nothingness. However, the opportunity here has been taken away, but the space has not been completely destroyed. This means that the opportunity here must have left a backup plan.

At this moment, the Pure White Lotus in the Kunpeng Spirit Platform sensed the aura of the same origin and flew out on its own, hovering in the center of the cave.

In an instant, the white lotus bloomed, and countless rays of clear light shone down, mingling with the remaining magical energy on the cave walls.

As light and shadow shifted, ancient and mottled scenes slowly unfolded in the void.

In the scene, the Three Pure Ones arrive together.

At that time, a twenty-four-petaled Creation Lotus was blooming in the pond. Each of the twenty-four petals flowed with the Daoist rhythm of chaos, symbolizing ultimate perfection and creation.

However, this perfection aroused the apprehension of Heaven.

"The flower blooms twenty-four times, but its fullness signifies its decline."

Heaven is merciless, and it unleashed a nine-nine-thunder tribulation to destroy this lotus.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, the Three Pure Ones made their move: Taiqing took the red flower and transformed it into a coiled dragon crutch; Yuqing took the white lotus root and transformed it into a three-treasure jade ruyi; and Shangqing took the green leaf and transformed it into a green duckweed sword.

"Red flowers, white lotus roots, and green lotus leaves—the three religions are originally one family."

Along with this prophecy, the Creation Lotus shattered under the power of the lightning tribulation and the Three Pure Ones, transforming into three top-grade innate spiritual treasures.

As the scene was about to end, Kunpeng's pupils suddenly contracted.

Amidst the falling lotus petals, a seemingly withered but actually infused with a trace of the power of the Heavenly Dao, broken green lotus seed, taking advantage of the chaos, silently fell back into the depths of the pool that nurtured it, disappearing into the silt, leaving only a wisp of life, quietly awaiting eternity.