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

Chaos reigned beyond the heavens, spacetime was disordered, and the laws of nature collapsed.

This is the boundary of the primordial world; beyond this lies a forbidden zone for all living things.

Nuwa stood in the void, her beautiful eyes gazing at the desolate gray expanse. Her delicate brows furrowed slightly, and she softly parted her lips: "In this chaos, there is neither heaven nor earth, neither past nor present. If one were to plunge into it, it would be as if one were in a dream."

"Besides, the Purple Cloud Palace is elusive and nowhere to be found. Where are we supposed to look for it?"

After saying that, she turned to Fuxi beside her and said, "Brother, you are skilled in divination, why don't you cast a divination to find out the location of the Zixiao Palace?"

Upon hearing this, Fuxi gave a helpless, wry smile and shook his head repeatedly: "Sister, you're making me feel terrible. That's the residence of a sage; how could someone of our cultivation level casually pry into it?"

"Forcing a conclusion will only backfire."

"This won't work, and that won't work either."

Nuwa sighed softly, somewhat dejected, "Are we really going to be like headless flies, blindly stumbling around in this vast chaos? Who knows when we'll finally find our way?"

Kunpeng, on the other hand, stood calmly with his hands behind his back, his body radiating Daoist energy, completely undisturbed by the chaotic energy flow.

He smiled faintly and comforted him, "Fellow Daoist, there is no need to worry. That sage once said, 'Those who are destined can enter Zixiao Palace to listen to the Dao.'"

"The word 'fate' is truly wondrous. If fate brings us together, even the ends of the earth can feel close, and we can be together in an instant."

"If there is no destiny, even if you search for billions of years, it will be nothing but a mirage."

"That's true." Nuwa's mood calmed down slightly upon hearing this, and she nodded gently. "In that case, let's go with the flow."

As soon as he finished speaking, Kunpeng flipped his palm, and a pure white lotus flower appeared out of thin air.

The petals are layered upon layered, radiating a holy light that purifies everything; it is the supreme innate spiritual treasure—the Pure World White Lotus.

"Fellow Daoists, please." Kunpeng raised his hand in invitation.

Fuxi and Nuwa didn't stand on ceremony; with a sway of their bodies, they landed on the lotus platform.

Although they also possessed protective magical treasures, the Pure World White Lotus was renowned for its defensive capabilities, and the fact that the three of them shared one treasure allowed them to conserve their magical power for unforeseen circumstances.

No one knows how much time this chaotic journey will take.

Protected by the lotus platform, the three remained unmoved despite the howling of the chaotic winds.

In the chaos, there was no distinction between day and night, and time seemed to have lost its meaning. So they simply stopped calculating the years and just wandered around in peace.

I don't know how much time passed; it might have been a moment, or it might have been ten thousand years.

Suddenly, a strange color appeared in the murky gray ahead.

It was an extremely magnificent palace, towering and imposing, as if it had been suppressing this place since ancient times.

The chaotic energy surged forth, but upon touching the area within a radius of ten thousand miles around the palace, it dissipated like melting ice and snow, not daring to touch it in the slightest.

A myriad of celestial auras swirled, radiant rays shone, and auspicious colors danced in the air. A vast and profound Daoist aura swept over us, carrying a sacred majesty that commanded our utmost reverence.

Nuwa's eyes suddenly lit up, and she exclaimed with delight, "That's... Zixiao Palace! It seems the three of us are indeed destined to meet!"

Kunpeng stared intently for a moment, his eyes flashing with a sharp light, and said in a deep voice, "The opportunity is right before your eyes, hurry over!"

Fuxi and Nuwa exchanged a glance, and immediately began to pour their pure magical power into Kunpeng's body without holding back.

The Pure White Lotus shone brightly, transforming into a streak of light that pierced through the chaos.

Kunpeng revealed its true form, just as the saying goes, "The great roc rises with the wind, soaring ninety thousand miles high," carrying the two of them as it sped towards the Zixiao Palace.

However, just as they were about to arrive at Zixiao Palace, their view was blocked by a Xuanhuang Pagoda floating in the void.

The pagoda emitted wisps of primordial energy, which were indestructible and protected the three figures beneath it.

An elderly man, a middle-aged man, and a young man, all dressed in simple Taoist robes.

The aura was deep and majestic, indicating that they had arrived quite some time ago.

Kunpeng's gaze sharpened as he recognized the supreme treasure, his voice deepening: "The Heaven and Earth Profound Yellow Exquisite Pagoda... that is the Three Pure Ones transformed from Pangu's primordial spirit."

Fuxi narrowed his eyes and nodded slightly, his expression becoming more solemn: "In the primordial continent, the names of Pangu and the Three Pure Ones are indeed renowned throughout the world. I didn't expect them to be so fast."

The three Kunpengs arrived at the front of Zixiao Palace first, only to find that the huge, tightly closed gate remained motionless, with chaotic energy swirling around it, exuding a natural Daoist charm, clearly indicating that the time was not yet ripe.

As soon as they landed, the Three Pure Ones followed closely behind. The Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang Exquisite Pagoda above Taiqing Laozi's head emitted wisps of Xuanhuang Qi, protecting the three brothers and keeping them firmly standing in the void.

Yuanshi Tianzun glanced around and saw that Kunpeng and the others were already there. His brows furrowed almost imperceptibly. Tongtian Jiaozhu laughed heartily, which was taken as a greeting.

Immediately afterwards, powerful fluctuations of energy emanated from the depths of chaos once again.

"when--"

A melodious bell rang out, echoing through the chaos and causing the surrounding air currents to become disordered.

A large, ancient bell shone with countless golden rays, enveloping two majestic figures and several great demon saints who rushed towards them. They were none other than the Demon Emperor Jun and Donghuang Taiyi.

The Chaos Bell exuded overwhelming power, causing even the chaotic currents to retreat wherever it passed.

Almost simultaneously, an ancient book radiating a thick, earthy yellow light slowly unfolded in the void, transforming into a continuous mountain range. Zhen Yuanzi and Hongyun Laozu hid beneath it, proceeding safely.

The power of the Earth Book and its connection with the earth were fully displayed at this moment.

Not far away, the Styx Ancestor, standing on a twelve-petaled karmic fire lotus, descended silently, his body shrouded in a chilling aura of malevolent energy, his blood-red light and karmic fire intertwined.

Furthermore, numerous innate deities, some riding ethereal light, others activating spiritual treasures, appeared near the Purple Cloud Palace, each on guard, their auras intertwining, instantly transforming this originally silent chaotic land into a bustling and tense place.

However, the most eye-catching were the twelve figures who, with their powerful physical bodies, charged straight through the chaotic currents!

Without relying on any magical treasures, they simply used the supreme physical power left behind by the Great God Pangu to disregard the raging chaotic energy.

Those chaotic gales that would be deadly to ordinary cultivators were nothing more than a gentle breeze to them. This was the ultimate manifestation of the twelve ancestral witches of the Witch Clan proving the Dao through force.

In an instant, the square in front of Zixiao Palace was filled with powerful figures.

The Three Pure Ones, Kunpeng, Dijun Taiyi, Zhenyuanzi Hongyun, Styx Ancestor, the Twelve Ancestral Witches... all the renowned figures in the primordial world gathered here. In just a few breaths, over a hundred powerful beings had gathered, nodding to each other or secretly on guard, creating a subtle atmosphere.

Even amidst the chaos, streaks of light continued to pierce the sky, converging towards the Purple Cloud Palace, with new figures joining the grand event every moment.

With more people, some noise was inevitable, and those with slightly lower cultivation levels began to subtly shift their positions, attempting to move closer to the central area. Just as the situation was beginning to spiral out of control and chaos was about to erupt—

"Squeak—"

A soft sound, as if traversing eternity.

The tightly closed gate of Zixiao Palace slowly opened inwards at that moment.

A more refined and vast Daoist aura surged out from within the gate, instantly calming all the restless atmosphere in the square.

A pair of exquisitely beautiful children, dressed in simple Taoist robes, walked out of the door with light steps.

The boy's face was youthful yet possessed a maturity beyond his years, while the girl was beautiful and refined with clear eyes.

Jin Tong stepped forward, his clear and melodious voice carrying throughout the entire venue:

"Fellow disciples, the time has come; the master requests your presence!"

These two were none other than the Jade Emperor and the Queen Mother of the West, who would later rule the Heavenly Court.

At this moment, however, they were just two inconspicuous gatekeepers under the tutelage of Dao Ancestor Hongjun, quietly waiting for the immortals to enter.