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

Zhunti's expression changed drastically, his face filled with astonishment. His fingers, which were tightly gripping the Seven Treasures Tree, trembled slightly. His mind was in turmoil: This Kunpeng... had been hiding so deeply!

He forcibly seized the Kunpeng futon, thus creating a deep karmic debt. Now that Kunpeng has broken through to a higher realm in an instant, how should he repay this debt?

In contrast, Kunpeng remained calm and composed, as if the earth-shattering breakthrough that had just shaken the entire arena was nothing more than an ordinary matter.

He was clear-headed and knew that his seemingly easy severing of his obsessive corpse was actually the result of the intense collision between his past life memories and his present life's Dao heart, which completely merged and unified, making his Dao foundation even more stable.

This strike not only failed to damage his cultivation and Dao heart in the slightest, but instead, it was like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, transcending its shackles, and the true Dao prototype that belonged to him became clearer and more distinct.

"I can use the method of severing the three corpses transmitted by Hongjun to cultivate and conceal my true nature, but it is by no means my ultimate destination on the Great Dao."

Kunpeng's gaze swept over the futon beneath Zhunti, a cold smile flickering in his heart. "I'll let you sit here for a while. Once I've achieved my Great Dao, I will reclaim everything that was taken from me."

Seated high on his cloud bed, Hongjun's voice remained indifferent, yet he secretly pondered: "The method of severing the three corpses requires a primordial spiritual treasure as its vessel to separate the body from the physical form."

"The Pure White Lotus chosen by Kunpeng is so perfectly aligned with his obsession. Could it be that he had planned this all along and it was not just a spur-of-the-moment decision?"

When he first created this path and severed the lingering obsession, he still needed the help of the Heavenly Dao to barely succeed.

But Kunpeng easily severed the most difficult-to-remove obsession corpse with his first corpse. Such a mindset and opportunity could not help but make Hongjun speculate.

Kunpeng completely ignored the various gazes of the immortals in the hall, closed his eyes and concentrated, and the aura of his newly formed obsession, Wang Ming, slowly merged with his original body.

His Dao heart became increasingly clear and pure. Wang Ming then bowed respectfully to Hongjun on the high platform, displaying the utmost courtesy.

Kunpeng clearly sensed that although he had attained the realm of Hunyuan Golden Immortal after severing his corpse, his understanding of the laws of the Great Dao was still shallow.

Just as he had predicted, severing the three corpses was ultimately just a shortcut paved by the Heavenly Dao; the true foundation of combat power still needed to be gradually built up through one's own unique path.

Fortunately, he simultaneously broke through to new heights using his own innovative approach, which precisely compensated for the weakness of a solid foundation caused by shortcuts.

The extraordinary phenomenon of Kunpeng successfully severing his corpse drew envious and astonished glances from the cultivators in Zixiao Palace.

Following closely behind, Laozi, sitting in the first row, and Donghuang Taiyi, sitting in the second row, simultaneously made their moves, each unleashing their spiritual treasures and severing their first corpses, successfully breaking through to the Quasi-Saint realm.

A mysterious yellow aura gathered around Laozi, and a kind-faced, white-haired old man slowly appeared, his expression serene and gentle. This was the good corpse that Laozi had slain.

The benevolent corpse first bowed to Laozi in greeting, then turned to Hongjun and solemnly bowed, displaying impeccable manners.

Donghuang Taiyi, using the Sun Golden Wheel as a vessel, fiercely slashed out the evil corpse, and a man surrounded by blazing golden light and full of chilling ferocity materialized, also respectfully bowing to Hongjun.

These three severed corpses are not ordinary clones, but rather beings that possess independent will and are half autonomous and half dependent on the main body.

At this moment, I am in the sacred site of a sage.

No one dared to be disrespectful in front of Hongjun.

Hongjun sat upright on his cloud bed, his face calm and composed. He merely nodded slightly and said indifferently, "My path has its own successors; there's no need for further formalities."

As soon as he finished speaking, a vast Daoist aura emanated from his body, and the corpses that Laozi, Donghuang Taiyi, and Kunpeng had slain all transformed into pure spiritual light and returned to their respective bodies.

Kunpeng closed his eyes and meditated, carefully experiencing the changes in his body after his breakthrough in cultivation.

Inspired by the breakthroughs of the three, several other powerful figures in the hall followed suit, successfully severing one of their corpses and entering the ranks of Quasi-Saints.

The remaining powerful beings from the primordial era, even those who failed to sever their corpses, still experienced a surge in aura and steadily broke through to the peak of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm thanks to the Daoist charm and lecture opportunities of the Zixiao Palace.

This time, during the sermon at Zixiao Palace, in just a few thousand years, seven or eight quasi-saints were directly born.

It should be known that for ordinary cultivators, each step forward after reaching the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm requires hundreds of millions of years.

This opportunity was so rare that it was a once-in-a-millennium event, and all the great beings present felt a deep sense of longing and profound emotion.

Everyone understood that by the next sermon, the number of Quasi-Saints in Zixiao Palace would exceed double digits, and the primordial world would truly enter an era where Quasi-Saints reigned supreme.

Hongjun's gaze slowly swept across the entire area, his expression remaining calm and composed. This time, unlike his first sermon, he did not leave immediately. Instead, he spoke in a deep voice: "I observe that the primordial world is in chaos and disorder, with constant killing and warfare. Therefore, we should establish a male immortal leader and a female immortal leader to coordinate the primordial immortals, harmonize the conflicts between various races, and quell the needless killings."

These words caused an immediate commotion in the hall, and the expressions of many cultivators changed drastically.

Primordial cultivators have always pursued a carefree and unrestrained life. If there is an additional layer of management above them, they will undoubtedly lose a lot of freedom, and naturally, they will feel resentful.

Some more astute individuals subtly shifted their gaze to Di Jun, Donghuang Taiyi, and Houtu Zuwu, who had come alone.

The biggest conflict in the prehistoric world today is the confrontation between the Wu tribe and the Yao tribe. If a sage-appointed immortal leader were to step forward, perhaps the two tribes could be balanced and the flames of war in the prehistoric world could be quelled.

The Eastern King's eyes gleamed with an intense light, his mind racing as he weighed his options: if he could obtain the position of Immortal Leader appointed by the Sage, he could use the Sage's name to rally the scattered cultivators of the world to his side, and his power would expand rapidly, making him one of the top cultivators in the prehistoric world.

Di Jun frowned slightly, his eyes deep, as if he had other considerations: the title of Immortal Leader seemed prestigious, capable of commanding the immortals of the prehistoric world, but in reality, a tall tree attracts the wind, placing one in the eye of the storm.

Which of the powerful figures present wasn't proud and arrogant? If there were no real benefits, why would they willingly submit to orders?

Sages might offer some support, but they would never protect someone all the time. If the Immortal Leader is weak, he is a useless figurehead; if he is strong, he will be feared and suppressed by various races, putting him in an extremely awkward position.

In contrast, he believed more in the strategy of building high walls, storing up grain, and delaying the declaration of kingship. The advantages and disadvantages of the position of Immortal Leader were difficult to determine, and opinions varied.

Hongjun's gaze swept lightly over Dijun and Dongwanggong. Both of them possessed the destiny of emperors and were born to rule over a region and compete for supremacy in the primordial world.

The Way of Heaven does not directly interfere in the conflicts between living beings, but the Wu Clan is an exception.

The Wu tribe did not respect the Way of Heaven, but only revered Pangu and the Twelve Ancestral Wu.

Although he acts wildly, he possesses the merit of creating the world and considers himself the true descendant of Pangu. He would never damage the foundation of the primordial world and can be regarded as an excellent force to protect the primordial world.

However, the Wu clan is growing stronger every day. If they are allowed to suppress other clans and become the main force in the world, then all living beings in the prehistoric world will worship Pangu and disrespect the Heavenly Dao, which will inevitably shake the foundation of the Heavenly Dao.

Therefore, Heaven urgently needs a force to counterbalance the Witch Clan. It does not seek complete annihilation, but only to curb their expansion.

Hongjun also had his own plans. If he wanted to seize the Dao Fruit left behind by Pangu, he had to completely cleanse all the Pangu imprints in the prehistoric world.

As beings born from the bloodline of Pangu, and refusing to respect the Way of Heaven, the Twelve Ancestral Witches were naturally the first targets to be suppressed.

Originally, the demon race was the best candidate to counterbalance the witch race, but now the demon race is still weak. In several battles with the witch race, the Chaos Bell was almost taken away by the witch race. If it weren't for his secret intervention to protect them, the demon race would have already lost its foundation and would be far from being able to resist the witch race.

If Dongwanggong is established as the head of the male immortals, even if he breaks through to the Quasi-Saint level, he will probably still be unable to stop the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

Hongjun then turned his gaze to Kunpeng.

He became famous throughout the primordial world for his merit in creating characters, and he was also the first to sever the three corpses.