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

At the summit of Mount Buzhou, a fierce wind howled.

As the figure of the Ancestral Witch completely disappeared into the vast mountain shadows, three streams of light suddenly pierced the sky, carrying overwhelming Daoist energy, and rushed straight towards the chaos beyond the heavens.

That was the destiny of the primordial world, an irreversible and overwhelming trend.

Hongjun preaching at Zixiao Palace was the first great opportunity in the world after Pangu created the heavens and earth.

The countless entanglements of cause and effect, grudges and affections in the primordial world of later generations, and even the extremely tragic calamity of the witches and demons, all originated from this.

This great trend is like a surging torrent, engulfing all things in heaven and earth. The six sages of the Heavenly Dao will surely return to their positions, the witch and demon races will surely clash, and the great calamity will surely rise and fall. These are the "destinies" engraved in the laws of heaven and earth, which cannot be changed by human power.

However, even within the overall trend, there are hidden smaller trends.

While fixed numbers are difficult to defy, variables can be fought for.

If enough "small forces" are accumulated, countless small forces can converge into a magnificent great force, completely changing the originally predicted predetermined fate.

In fact, there is no absolute dead end in the primordial world. If everything is predetermined, the primordial world would be a stagnant pool, and how could it be ever-renewing?

Even the Dao Ancestor Hongjun could not be omniscient and omnipotent, nor could he determine the fate of all living beings.

This time, the Zixiao Palace listening to the Dao is called "Those with affinity are welcome to come", but in reality it is a cruel selection process.

The purpose of starting to preach three thousand years later is to select listeners.

For those innate deities in the primordial world who often secluded themselves for tens of thousands of years, three thousand years was nothing more than a blink of an eye.

But for those beings at the bottom with shallow foundations and undeveloped supernatural powers, these short three thousand years are not even enough to fly out of the primordial world and cross the endless chaos beyond the heavens.

From the very beginning, they were shut out by this cruel "trend," left only to look up at the sky from the ground.

As the countless streaks of light streaked across the sky like shooting stars, behind each streak of light stood a powerful being about to rewrite the history of the primordial world.

Even among the most powerful beings in the primordial world, there are differences in their abilities and the circumstances they encounter.

In the Northern Sea, the Kunpeng spread its wings, its wings like clouds hanging from the sky, instantly tearing through the void; on Mount Buzhou, Nuwa and Fuxi transformed into yin and yang energies, following closely behind.

They rode on the light of escape, heading straight for the outer heavens, traversing the barriers of the nine heavenly winds and the stars of the heavens, plunging headlong into the vast and endless chaos to search for traces of the Purple Cloud Palace.

Meanwhile, in the chaotic void tens of millions of miles away, Dijiang and the other twelve Ancestral Witches had already gathered.

Their physical bodies were incredibly strong, ignoring the erosion of the chaotic energy. Like twelve moving mountains, they marched majestically towards the Purple Cloud Palace.

The news of Hongjun's attainment of enlightenment spread like an invisible ripple, instantly reaching every corner of the prehistoric world.

On the sun, the golden crow's divine flames surged endlessly.

Di Jun stood outside the Golden Crow Temple, his golden pupils reflecting the strange phenomena beyond the primordial heavens, his gaze intense and profound.

"Second brother," Di Jun's voice was filled with barely suppressed excitement, "Senior Hongjun has attained sainthood and will preach in the Chaos. This is an unparalleled opportunity."

"If we can glean even a trace of the method to achieve sainthood from this, the strength of our demon race will greatly increase, and we will no longer be able to hold back when dealing with those twelve barbarians."

Taiyi stood with his hands behind his back, the Chaos Bell floating beside him trembling slightly, emitting a soft "hum" as if responding to its master's fighting spirit.

His eyes were sharp, showing no fear: "What you say is absolutely right, elder brother. However, on this trip, I'm afraid we'll inevitably have to clash head-on with the Twelve Ancestral Witches."

With the Chaos Bell, a supreme innate treasure, Taiyi was confident that even if he couldn't win, he would never lose.

But Di Jun's expression grew increasingly solemn. What he feared was not Taiyi's strength, but the twelve ancestral witches who were perfectly coordinated and had achieved physical sainthood.

No matter how many plans one devises, they often appear pale in the face of absolute power.

Although the Chaos Bell is powerful, it focuses on defense and suppression. It would be extremely difficult to kill any one of the Twelve Ancestral Witches with it, let alone face an attack from all twelve of them.

The terrifying pressure that had just enveloped the entire primordial world deeply shocked Di Jun and the others. It was an existence beyond their current understanding, far surpassing the ancestral witches.

If one can receive guidance from a sage, what is there to worry about in achieving hegemony?

"Go!" Di Jun shouted, and he and Tai Yi transformed into two blazing golden rainbows, tearing through the sky and soaring into the heavens.

East Kunlun, Sanqing Hall.

The Jade Terrace stands majestically, shrouded in celestial mists, its auspicious aura lingering.

Three figures sat cross-legged in the hall, each with a different aura, yet they shared the same origin, subtly forming a perfect cycle.

The white-haired, white-bearded old man exuded a gentle aura, the dignified middle-aged man had a noble air, and the sharp-edged young man revealed an unstoppable sharpness.

These are the Three Pure Ones, who are said to be the true descendants of Pangu: Taiqing Laozi, Yuqing Yuanshi, and Shangqing Tongtian.

After a long silence in the hall, Yuanshi Tianzun broke the silence first, exclaiming, "In the primordial world, there are cultivators who have attained sainthood before us."

As expected of the world opened up by the Father God, it truly is a place where many capable people emerge.

Now that this senior is giving a sermon, my two younger brothers, should we go or not?

The Master of the Heavens suddenly opened his eyes, raised his hand and waved his sleeve, his excitement overflowing: "Since it's a sage preaching, of course I must go!"