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

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Upon hearing this, the Eastern King Duke was so angry that he laughed instead. His pure Yang energy surged up and transformed into a sky full of crimson clouds, illuminating the area outside the Purple Cloud Palace in a fiery red.

He slammed his dragon-headed cane down heavily in the air, producing a muffled "thud," like the sound of the Great Dao, carrying the unique pressure of a top-grade innate spiritual treasure, and heading straight for Kunpeng.

"What a cunning Kunpeng from the Northern Sea! Relying on his meager merit in creating characters, he dares to be so arrogant, disregarding the majesty of the immortal leader appointed by the sage?"

The Eastern King Duke's beard and hair stood on end, his face contorted with rage. "Today I will show you that the title of the head of the male immortals appointed by the Dao Ancestor is not just an empty name!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already made his move.

The dragon-headed cane flew out of his hand, growing larger in the wind to a hundred feet in size. Profound innate runes flowed throughout its body, and the dragon eye at the top of the cane shot out two dazzling golden beams, like a sword that splits the heavens and earth, tearing through space and aiming straight for Kunpeng's brow.

At the same time, he formed hand seals and chanted incantations. Behind him, a blazing sun phantom faintly appeared, and endless pure Yang laws converged, transforming into a giant fiery hand that blotted out the sky and slammed down on Kunpeng.

This attack combined the sharpness of a top-grade innate spiritual treasure with the power of laws of a quasi-saint, creating a terrifying force that would make ordinary Grand Luo Golden Immortals flee in terror.

Upon seeing this, Kunpeng was not surprised but laughed instead. His laughter was clear and melodious, yet it carried a chilling aura emanating from the depths of the Northern Sea.

"The light of a firefly dares to rival the brilliance of the moon? Is your so-called 'imposing power of the immortal leader' so utterly vulnerable?"

He didn't move, but slowly raised his right hand, a faint light flashing at the tip of his finger, which then suddenly spread.

In an instant, the void behind him seemed to collapse, transforming into a boundless, deep black sea—the very place where he attained enlightenment, the Northern Sea!

"Buzz—"

The Northern Sea surged, but instead of directly impacting the Eastern King Duke's attack, it condensed into a huge black vortex in front of Kunpeng.

The golden light and fiery giant hand emanating from the dragon-headed cane were instantly swallowed and crushed upon contact with the edge of the vortex, like a mud ox entering the sea, without even causing a ripple.

"What?!" Dong Wanggong's pupils shrank, his face filled with horror. His full-force attack had been so easily neutralized by the other party?

Before he could react, Kunpeng moved.

With a single step, he appeared above the Eastern King Duke's head, transforming into the true form of a ten-thousand-foot-tall Kunpeng. The enormous shadow of the Kun form enveloped the heavens and earth, and the oppressive feeling it brought caused the spiritual energy within a radius of ten thousand miles to stagnate.

Immediately afterwards, the Kun shadow flashed and transformed into the form of a Peng bird with clouds hanging from the sky. With a flap of its wings, a gale of 90,000 miles howled up!

This gale is no ordinary thing, but the "Northern Darkness Divine Wind" formed by the combination of the "Extreme Speed ​​Law" controlled by Kunpeng and the extremely cold yin energy of the Northern Darkness. The wind contains a terrifying power that can cut through everything and freeze souls.

"Ah—!" Dongwanggong only had time to utter a short cry of surprise before he was swept up by the overwhelming divine wind.

The pure yang protective aura surrounding him was as fragile as paper before the divine wind, instantly torn to shreds. His mid-grade innate spiritual treasure-level Daoist robe was also ripped open with numerous tears.

What terrified him even more was that the evil corpse he had just slashed out with the dragon-headed cane was showing signs of instability under the impact of this force!

A sharp pain emanated from the depths of his primordial spirit, as if it were about to collapse at any moment.

"Impossible! You... how could you be so strong!" Dong Wanggong frantically raised his dragon-headed cane to protect himself, trying to resist the erosion of the divine wind, but he was still blown about, coughing up blood, looking extremely miserable.

Kunpeng manifested in human form, coldly gazing at the struggling Dongwanggong below, his voice like that of ancient ice: "Do you think that a single top-grade innate spiritual treasure from elsewhere can bridge the insurmountable gap between you and me?"

"The realm of Quasi-Saints is also divided into three, six, and nine grades."

"You merely relied on a spiritual treasure to force your breakthrough; your foundation is weak and your Dao heart is not firm."

"As for me, I have already cultivated the path of laws for countless eons; the Northern Darkness is my training ground, my domain!"

Having said that, Kunpeng pointed his fingers like a sword and pointed at the Eastern King Duke below.

"boom!"

The Northern Sea surged once more, this time transforming into a colossal black water dragon, carrying an aura of world-destroying destruction, roaring as it charged toward the Eastern King Duke.

Before the water dragon even reached his body, the terrifying pressure caused the bones in Dongwanggong's body to crack and pop, almost causing him to kneel down.

"Pfft!" Dong Wanggong could no longer hold on and spat out a mouthful of blood, staining his Taoist robe red.

He was horrified to discover that his proud pure Yang magic power was completely suppressed and difficult to mobilize in the face of the extreme Yin water of the Northern Darkness.

As the water dragon was about to completely engulf him, Dongwanggong was filled with despair and regret.

"Look, I am the head of the male immortals personally appointed by the Sage. To touch me is to show disrespect to the Sage..."

Before Dongwanggong could react, just as the water dragon was about to strike him, an invisible barrier appeared out of thin air and blocked his way.

"Pop!"

The water jet struck the barrier with a soft sound and then dissipated.

Kunpeng frowned slightly and looked up. He saw that although the figure of Hongjun Daozu had disappeared in the direction of Zixiao Palace, the remaining trace of Daoist charm clearly indicated that it was He who had come to the rescue.

"That's enough." Kunpeng withdrew his gaze, dispelled his supernatural powers, and the strange phenomenon of the Northern Sea also disappeared.

He glanced indifferently at the ashen-faced Dongwanggong lying on the ground, his tone devoid of any emotion, "Today, for the sake of the sage, I will spare your life."

"If you dare to provoke me again, next time, Beiming will be your burial ground."

After saying that, he didn't even glance at Dongwanggong. With a flicker, he transformed into a streak of light and flew straight into the depths of chaos, clearly to pursue Zhunti's Daoist trail.

……

Meanwhile, in the chaotic void.

The Three Pure Ones, Emperor Jun, Donghuang Taiyi, Jieyin, Zhunti, and other great beings had only been away from Zixiao Palace for a short time when they sensed the intense energy fluctuations coming from the primordial world through their respective supernatural powers.

Taiqing Daode Tianzun rode on the back of the green ox, his expression calm, as if everything was within his expectations, but a barely perceptible glint flashed in his eyes: "Fellow Daoist Kunpeng, you are indeed unfathomable."

Yuqing Yuanshi Tianzun frowned slightly and snorted coldly: "Hmph, Dongwanggong overestimated himself and brought shame upon himself. However, the strength of this Kunpeng is stronger than expected."

Shangqing Lingbao Tianzun, on the other hand, looked excited, his eyes blazing with fighting spirit: "That was exhilarating! That's more like it. I must have a good spar with him sometime!"

The Western duo, Jieyin, looked distressed: "Sigh, this Kunpeng is not to be trifled with."

Zhunti's eyes darted around, seemingly plotting something. He was both wary and envious of Kunpeng's power.

Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi stood atop a star, gazing towards the primordial world. Di Jun's expression was solemn: "This monstrous Kunpeng's strength far exceeds our expectations."

"After this battle, the Eastern King has lost all his prestige, and the title of Immortal Chief will likely become a joke."

Donghuang Taiyi gripped the Chaos Bell tightly, his eyes burning with fighting spirit: "Brother, there's no need to worry. Now that I've broken through to the Quasi-Saint realm, and with the Chaos Bell, this Kunpeng is nothing to fear."

"Pop!"

The water jet struck the barrier with a soft sound and then dissipated.

Kunpeng frowned slightly and looked up. He saw that although the figure of Hongjun Daozu had disappeared in the direction of Zixiao Palace, the remaining trace of Daoist charm clearly indicated that it was He who had come to the rescue.

"That's enough." Kunpeng withdrew his gaze, dispelled his supernatural powers, and the strange phenomenon of the Northern Sea also disappeared.

He glanced indifferently at the ashen-faced Dongwanggong lying on the ground, his tone devoid of any emotion, "Today, for the sake of the sage, I will spare your life."

"If you dare to provoke me again, next time, Beiming will be your burial ground."

After saying that, he didn't even glance at Dongwanggong. With a flicker, he transformed into a streak of light and flew straight into the depths of chaos, clearly to pursue Zhunti's Daoist trail.

……

Meanwhile, in the chaotic void.

The Three Pure Ones, Emperor Jun, Donghuang Taiyi, Jieyin, Zhunti, and other great beings had only been away from Zixiao Palace for a short time when they sensed the intense energy fluctuations coming from the primordial world through their respective supernatural powers.

Taiqing Daode Tianzun rode on the back of the green ox, his expression calm, as if everything was within his expectations, but a barely perceptible glint flashed in his eyes: "Fellow Daoist Kunpeng, you are indeed unfathomable."

Yuqing Yuanshi Tianzun frowned slightly and snorted coldly: "Hmph, Dongwanggong overestimated himself and brought shame upon himself. However, the strength of this Kunpeng is stronger than expected."

Shangqing Lingbao Tianzun, on the other hand, looked excited, his eyes blazing with fighting spirit: "That was exhilarating! That's more like it. I must have a good spar with him sometime!"

The Western duo, Jieyin, looked distressed: "Sigh, this Kunpeng is not to be trifled with."

Zhunti's eyes darted around, seemingly plotting something. He was both wary and envious of Kunpeng's power.

Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi stood atop a star, gazing towards the primordial world. Di Jun's expression was solemn: "This monstrous Kunpeng's strength far exceeds our expectations."

"After this battle, the Eastern King has lost all his prestige, and the title of Immortal Chief will likely become a joke."

Donghuang Taiyi gripped the Chaos Bell tightly, his eyes burning with fighting spirit: "Brother, there's no need to worry. Now that I've broken through to the Quasi-Saint realm, and with the Chaos Bell, this Kunpeng is nothing to fear."

Kunpeng frowned slightly and looked up. He saw that although the figure of Hongjun Daozu had disappeared in the direction of Zixiao Palace, the remaining trace of Daoist charm clearly indicated that it was He who had come to the rescue.

"That's enough." Kunpeng withdrew his gaze, dispelled his supernatural powers, and the strange phenomenon of the Northern Sea also disappeared.

He glanced indifferently at the ashen-faced Dongwanggong lying on the ground, his tone devoid of any emotion, "Today, for the sake of the sage, I will spare your life."

"If you dare to provoke me again, next time, Beiming will be your burial ground."

After saying that, he didn't even glance at Dongwanggong. With a flicker, he transformed into a streak of light and flew straight into the depths of chaos, clearly to pursue Zhunti's Daoist trail.

……

Meanwhile, in the chaotic void.

The Three Pure Ones, Emperor Jun, Donghuang Taiyi, Jieyin, Zhunti, and other great beings had only been away from Zixiao Palace for a short time when they sensed the intense energy fluctuations coming from the primordial world through their respective supernatural powers.

Taiqing Daode Tianzun rode on the back of the green ox, his expression calm, as if everything was within his expectations, but a barely perceptible glint flashed in his eyes: "Fellow Daoist Kunpeng, you are indeed unfathomable."

Yuqing Yuanshi Tianzun frowned slightly and snorted coldly: "Hmph, Dongwanggong overestimated himself and brought shame upon himself. However, the strength of this Kunpeng is stronger than expected."

Shangqing Lingbao Tianzun, on the other hand, looked excited, his eyes blazing with fighting spirit: "That was exhilarating! That's more like it. I must have a good spar with him sometime!"

The Western duo, Jieyin, looked distressed: "Sigh, this Kunpeng is not to be trifled with."

Zhunti's eyes darted around, seemingly plotting something. He was both wary and envious of Kunpeng's power.

Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi stood atop a star, gazing towards the primordial world. Di Jun's expression was solemn: "This monstrous Kunpeng's strength far exceeds our expectations."

"After this battle, the Eastern King has lost all his prestige, and the title of Immortal Chief will likely become a joke."

Donghuang Taiyi gripped the Chaos Bell tightly, his eyes burning with fighting spirit: "Brother, there's no need to worry. Now that I've broken through to the Quasi-Saint realm, and with the Chaos Bell, this Kunpeng is nothing to fear."

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"Pop!"

The water jet struck the barrier with a soft sound and then dissipated.

Kunpeng frowned slightly and looked up. He saw that although the figure of Hongjun Daozu had disappeared in the direction of Zixiao Palace, the remaining trace of Daoist charm clearly indicated that it was He who had come to the rescue.

"That's enough." Kunpeng withdrew his gaze, dispelled his supernatural powers, and the strange phenomenon of the Northern Sea also disappeared.

He glanced indifferently at the ashen-faced Dongwanggong lying on the ground, his tone devoid of any emotion, "Today, for the sake of the sage, I will spare your life."

"If you dare to provoke me again, next time, Beiming will be your burial ground."

After saying that, he didn't even glance at Dongwanggong. With a flicker, he transformed into a streak of light and flew straight into the depths of chaos, clearly to pursue Zhunti's Daoist trail.

……

Meanwhile, in the chaotic void.

The Three Pure Ones, Emperor Jun, Donghuang Taiyi, Jieyin, Zhunti, and other great beings had only been away from Zixiao Palace for a short time when they sensed the intense energy fluctuations coming from the primordial world through their respective supernatural powers.

Taiqing Daode Tianzun rode on the back of the green ox, his expression calm, as if everything was within his expectations, but a barely perceptible glint flashed in his eyes: "Fellow Daoist Kunpeng, you are indeed unfathomable."

Yuqing Yuanshi Tianzun frowned slightly and snorted coldly: "Hmph, Dongwanggong overestimated himself and brought shame upon himself. However, the strength of this Kunpeng is stronger than expected."

Shangqing Lingbao Tianzun, on the other hand, looked excited, his eyes blazing with fighting spirit: "That was exhilarating! That's more like it. I must have a good spar with him sometime!"

The Western duo, Jieyin, looked distressed: "Sigh, this Kunpeng is not to be trifled with."

Zhunti's eyes darted around, seemingly plotting something. He was both wary and envious of Kunpeng's power.

Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi stood atop a star, gazing towards the primordial world. Di Jun's expression was solemn: "This monstrous Kunpeng's strength far exceeds our expectations."

"After this battle, the Eastern King has lost all his prestige, and the title of Immortal Chief will likely become a joke."

Donghuang Taiyi gripped the Chaos Bell tightly, his eyes burning with fighting spirit: "Brother, there's no need to worry. Now that I've broken through to the Quasi-Saint realm, and with the Chaos Bell, this Kunpeng is nothing to fear."