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

The Chaos Bell roared and vibrated, its vast waves distorting space and time, freezing the attack of the Twelve Ancestral Witches for a moment!

Donghuang Taiyi's face was deathly pale, and he was covered in cold sweat. It was clear that he had exhausted most of his magical power by activating the Chaos Bell to suppress the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

"Go!" Di Jun shouted sharply, his reaction as swift as lightning.

Seizing this fleeting opportunity, the powerful demons transformed into streaks of light and charged desperately out of the battlefield.

Without the slightest hesitation, Di Jun caught the nearly exhausted Taiyi, and his golden flames surged, transforming into a dazzling golden rainbow that tore through the sky, allowing him to escape!

Di Jun took away the Hetu and Luoshu, and the Hunyuan Heluo Formation instantly lost its core foundation.

The once mysterious and unpredictable formation, which evolved the geography of the primordial mountains and rivers, instantly dimmed, leaving only an illusory afterimage, devoid of any power.

"roar--!"

The twelve Ancestral Witches broke free from the temporal and spatial constraints of the Chaos Bell, their rage reaching the heavens!

The twelve Ancestral Witches were of one mind with each other, and then the twelve earth-shaking, majestic powers suddenly erupted. The shattered Hunyuan Heluo Grand Array, which had lost its foundation, was easily torn to shreds like fragile glass!

"Brother!" Zhu Rong's body surged with flames, his eyes filled with a murderous intent that was almost tangible. "Those two scruffy birds escaped! Should we chase them or not?"

Dijiang's gaze pierced through the void, looking in the direction where the golden rainbow had vanished, and he said in a deep voice, "No need."

"Their rainbow transformation technique is extremely fast, heading straight for the Sun Star, which is their lair."

"I might be able to catch up if I travel through space alone, but taking you with me would only be a burden."

He looked around at his brothers and sisters, his voice carrying an undeniable authority: "These two golden crows have indeed improved in strength since returning from listening to the Dao at Zixiao Palace, but the power of the Chaos Bell is ultimately due to external forces."

"Its own power is insufficient to truly shake the foundation of my Wu clan! The most urgent task is to conquer all the races of the primordial world and bring them under the rule of my Wu clan!"

"You all must also quickly return to your original state and devote yourselves to cultivating the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique, and be sure to complete the seventh revolution as soon as possible!"

He paused, his tone carrying a hint of coldness and certainty: "As for the Chaos Bell?"

"Hmph, that Donghuang Taiyi is not of the Father God's bloodline, how could he truly refine this creation treasure? This treasure will eventually return!"

Gonggong, his body shrouded in a chilling aura, sneered, "Brother is absolutely right!"

"Without the Chaos Bell, those two hairy beasts would have been skinned and dismembered by us long ago!"

Lei Zhizu Wu Qiangliang frowned and said worriedly, "Brother, the myriad races of the prehistoric world have deep-seated resentment towards our Wu clan's rule and are fiercely resisting."

"They are scattered in all directions. Although our men are brave, their numbers are small and it is difficult to suppress them all."

"Fools!" Xuan Ming's eyes were cold and murderous. "Resist? Perfect! Suppress them all and turn them into food! Use ruthless methods to intimidate everyone, and see who dares to disobey!"

"Enough!" The Time God Zhujiuyin's voice was deep and resonant, carrying the majesty of someone who controls the ages, instantly silencing the argument: "What needs to be suppressed must be suppressed. But remember—too much of a good thing is bad!!"

"What my Wu clan desires is to rule over all races in the primordial world and stand at the pinnacle, not to turn the primordial world into a wasteland where only my Wu clan survives!"

Dijiang nodded, his imposing manner evident: "Second brother's words are reasonable! On the road to conquest, bloodshed is inevitable, but your tribes must exercise restraint when expanding!"

"Use your brain when facing problems, don't just act blindly!"

"Yes, sir!" the other ancestral witches replied in unison.

However, while they may agree, very few can truly grasp this delicate "measure".

Apart from the Houtu tribe, which acted relatively steadily and managed to find a balance between expansion and governance, most of the other tribes under the Ancestral Witches still adhered to the most primitive iron-fisted laws.

Slaughter paves the way, bloodshed establishes authority, crushing all resistance with absolute power.

The fear and resentment of the myriad races towards the Wu Clan grew and spread silently like subterranean fire.

And this is exactly what Di Jun sought—to provide the perfect external pressure for integrating all races and establishing the "Demon Race".

A golden rainbow pierced the sun as Di Jun and Tai Yi returned to the core of the Sun Star in an instant. After settling the greatly weakened Tai Yi, Di Jun did not immediately go into seclusion to heal his injuries; instead, a scheming light gleamed in his deep eyes.

During his trip to Zixiao Palace, he met a key figure—Bai Ze.

This divine beast understands the feelings of all things, knows the appearance of ghosts, gods, spirits and monsters and the methods of restraining them. What is even more rare is that it possesses the almost monstrous ability to plan and coordinate that Emperor Jun desperately needs!

During their brief conversation in front of the palace gate, the two surprisingly shared the same views on the future of the prehistoric world, and felt as if they had known each other for a long time.

Bai Ze's talent was indispensable for the initial creation of the demon race and the rule of all spirits!

This reminded Di Jun of another great being—Fu Xi.

That being, who also possessed extraordinary talent and unfathomable strength, was in no way inferior to himself.

Unfortunately, previous attempts to recruit them failed.

"Fuxi..." Di Jun murmured, a hint of determination flashing in his eyes, "It doesn't matter, my heart remains unchanged."

However, Di Jun is now preparing to invite Bai Ze to join the demon race in exchange for a place among the Ten Great Demon Saints.

……

Meanwhile, the demon master Kunpeng had already quietly left the troublesome Buzhou Mountain and returned directly to his Daoist temple deep in the East Sea—the Three Immortal Islands.

He carefully took out the dimly lit, innate gourd vine.

On the vine, the last immature gourd also looked listless, with a faint glow.

"Innate spiritual root..." Kunpeng's fingertips brushed across the withered vine, sensing its almost depleted essence.

In order to nurture those seven earth-shattering innate gourds, this spiritual root had exhausted its accumulated innate creative essence, its foundation was severely damaged, and it was almost exhausted.

"The source has been almost completely lost, nearly dried up..." Kunpeng's eyes gleamed with a sharp light, filled with inquiry and a hint of expectation, "yet the foundation of innate nature still remains."

"If one can find something of supreme creation to nourish and repair... who can say that it cannot be reborn, or even surpass its former glory?"

Kunpeng had high hopes for this last blue gourd.

The pool on Penglai Immortal Island nurtures the most precious Three Lights Divine Water in the world.

This water, a confluence of the essence of sunlight, moonlight, and starlight, is a supreme elixir for healing and prolonging life in the primordial world.

In Journey to the West, Sun Wukong knocked down Zhen Yuanzi's ginseng fruit tree, and it was only thanks to the Three Lights Divine Water from the Jade Bottle that he was able to revive it.

Both being among the ten innate spiritual roots, if they could save the Ginseng Fruit Tree, they should be able to save this Gourd Vine too!

With this mindset, Kunpeng carefully planted the withered gourd vine in the center of the lotus pond, and then took out the Nine Heavens Breath Soil that he had obtained when he harvested the gourd vine and scattered it all into the pond.

The Nine Heavens Breath Soil and the Three Lights Divine Water complement each other, making them the best combination for nourishing spiritual roots.

Soaked in divine water and nourished by the fertile soil, any spiritual plant should theoretically be revitalized.

However, the gourd vine, as if in a final burst of light, suddenly emitted a blinding blue glow, then withered completely, turning into a lifeless, withered vine.

The immature blue gourd transformed into specks of blue light in the air, dissipating into the world like falling stars.

In the end, only a single pale blue seed remained, lying quietly at the bottom of the pool, emitting a faint yet pure aura of primordial essence.

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