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

When the bell of Zixiao Palace rang during Hongjun Daozu's second sermon, it was like a decree of Heaven, resounding throughout the primordial world.

Ninety-nine percent of the powerful Grand Luo Golden Immortals were mobilized upon hearing the news, leaving their clans and venturing into the edge of chaos, all in search of that slim chance of hearing a sage preach the Dao.

However, while the sage's sermon is a feast for the most powerful, it is a calamity for the lowest classes.

While the powerful beings of all races were absent in their pursuit of breakthroughs, the war machine of the Witch Clan never ceased.

During the second sermon, apart from Houtu going to Zixiao Palace, the other eleven Ancestral Witches were all in seclusion trying to break through to the eighth level of the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique.

However, this did not hinder the expansion of the Wu tribe—those great witches, who were nurtured by the blood pool of Pangu and also possessed the cultivation of the Great Luo realm, led the Wu tribe army out in full force under the will of the ancestral witches, and stirred up a bloody storm that swept across the prehistoric world.

Without the protection of top-tier combat power, the myriad races of the prehistoric world instantly became lambs to the slaughter.

The Wu tribe's conquests were simple yet brutal.

Once they set their sights on the blood and resources of a particular tribe, they would launch a devastating attack.

Those tribes that were lucky enough to escape the disaster could only pray in fear that the next misfortune would not befall them.

It wasn't that the Great Immortals of all races were heartless, but rather a desperate choice made in the face of reality. Staying would be like a mantis trying to stop a chariot; leaving would still offer a glimmer of hope for a breakthrough.

If one cannot attain quasi-sainthood, facing the Witch Clan in the future will only lead to certain death.

In this vicious cycle, escape becomes the only way out.

When Kunpeng traveled to the Northern Sea earlier, he witnessed countless clans fleeing to Phoenix Perch Mountain with their families for refuge.

Now there is no safe place on the primordial continent, and the survivors can only turn their attention to the four seas—the power vacuum left behind after the fall of the dragon race.

The demon race suffered particularly heavy blows.

The gathering of high-ranking officials such as Dijun and Taiyi at Zixiao Palace left the Demon Court vulnerable, resulting in the loss of countless lives under the fierce attack of the Witch Clan.

"This is outrageous!"

On the Sun Star, Donghuang Taiyi looked at the battle report sent by his subordinates, and golden flames surged around him, almost burning down the palace.

"Brother," he whirled around, his eyes flashing with murderous intent, "we have both now broken through to the Quasi-Saint realm, and possess the Chaos Bell, a supreme treasure. The Witch Clan thought they could act recklessly in our absence, but little did they know the tide of battle had turned!"

Di Jun sat upright before the Star River Map, his face calm and composed, but a cold glint flashed deep in his eyes: "It's time to let them know that the primordial world is not the backyard of the Wu Clan."

The opportunity at Zixiao Palace enabled the demon race's top combat power to achieve a qualitative leap, while the Wu race's unbridled behavior provided them with the perfect excuse to integrate the demon race and unite the people.

A massive war between demons and sorcerers, capable of sweeping across the primordial world, is quietly brewing.

After teaching Dongwanggong a lesson, Kunpeng returned from the chaos and immediately went into seclusion.

As for the conflict between the liches, there are not many creatures coming to the Northern Sea.

It doesn't need Kunpeng to manage it.

Kunpeng now needs to concentrate all its efforts on cultivation.

Now that I've come under Hongjun's watchful eye, just because he didn't outmaneuver me this time doesn't mean I can escape next time.

However, before that, Kunpeng planned to pack up the Three Immortal Islands and send them to the Northern Sea.

……

Above the East China Sea, the blue waves are vast and the mist and clouds rise and fall.

The three fairy islands—Penglai, Fangzhang, and Yingzhou—are like three flawless pearls inlaid on a blue brocade, floating quietly.

The island's spiritual veins coil like dragons, and exotic flowers and herbs exhale rosy light. The innate spiritual energy is so rich that it is almost liquefied. Furthermore, layers upon layers of innate restrictions intertwine and surround the island, forming an indestructible barrier that protects this top-tier innate blessed land in the primordial wilderness.

Once upon a time, Kunpeng, who was at the peak of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm, was the Lord of the Northern Sea and possessed great supernatural powers, but he could only sigh in despair when faced with these three immortal islands.

Of course, moving the Three Immortal Islands to the Northern Sea was not entirely certain, and there was also the fear that it would cause the Three Talents Formation to be connected to the Three Immortal Islands, and that the unauthorized movement would damage the sealing formation.

Of course, the main concern was the fear of disrupting its ability to conceal celestial secrets.

Compared to the Great Luo Realm, although the magical power is immense, it still has its limits. The Three Immortal Islands are rooted in the core of the East Sea's earth veins and connected to the vast East Sea's fortune. Their weight is comparable to billions of divine mountains, and their stability surpasses that of the stars in the heavens.

Forcibly moving it will not only fail to shake it in the slightest, but will also trigger a backlash from the earth's veins, causing serious injury at best, and shaking the foundation of one's cultivation at worst.

Not to mention the layers of innate restrictions, containing the profound mysteries of space and earth element. Even a Kunpeng at the Great Luo realm, with its profound knowledge of spatial laws, can only scratch the surface. Breaking even one of them would require endless effort and time. To move the entire island without damage is nothing short of a pipe dream.

At that time, he could only keep this thought deep in his heart and use it only for distant observation and contemplation.

But times have changed!

Severing his obsessions in the Purple Cloud Palace, he achieved the Dao fruit of the Primordial Golden Immortal!

At this moment, Kunpeng stands proudly atop the East Sea. It does not exude any earth-shattering aura, but rather a profound and majestic Daoist charm that controls the universe.

Breaking through to the Primordial Golden Immortal realm brings about a leap in the essence of life, a terrifying growth that is all-encompassing and exponentially multiplied!

The magical power of a Great Immortal is like a river or lake; though vast, it still has its limits.

The magical power of a Primordial Golden Immortal has transformed into Primordial Dao Power, which is vast and profound, like a chaotic starry sea, endless and inexhaustible! With every gesture, it draws upon the power of the origin of heaven and earth.

His understanding and mastery of the Great Dao underwent a qualitative leap, especially in his natal Great Dao.

The Northern Darkness Great Dao (integrating Devouring, Extreme Cold, and Vast Ocean) and the Kunpeng Great Dao (integrating Space, Extreme Speed, and Change) have long since leaped from the "application" level of the Great Luo era to the realm of "mastery" and even "incarnation"!

The laws of space were no longer obscure runes in his eyes, but rather threads that flowed effortlessly; the power of the Northern Sea was no longer confined to the Northern Sea region, and wherever his thoughts led, even the vast ocean could be transformed into an extension of his domain.

The supernatural powers of the past have now increased in power by hundreds or thousands of times under the blessing of the Primordial Dao Power and the Laws of the Great Dao!

The space-tearing ability that the Great Luo was so proud of can now be opened with a slight thought, creating a stable chaotic channel.

The once mighty Northern Dark Ice can now freeze thousands of miles and solidify time and space with a single thought.

"It's time."

The Kunpeng's eyes opened and closed, as deep as the beginning of chaos, instantly piercing through the billions of invisible spiritual vein chains that intertwined the Three Immortal Islands and the East Sea's earth veins, and seeing through the core nodes and operating rules of all the innate restrictions.

Those barriers that seemed impregnable and unfathomable in the eyes of the Great Luo became clearly visible and their flaws revealed under his Primordial Spirit Insight and Great Dao Understanding at the Hunyuan level.

He didn't make any earth-shattering movements; he simply slowly raised his right hand, his five fingers slightly spread, and pressed it lightly towards the direction of the Three Immortal Islands.

"Buzz—!"

In an instant, the world changed color!

Centered on the Kunpeng, countless mysterious and unpredictable silver-gray spatial patterns appeared out of thin air, instantly spreading for hundreds of millions of miles, weaving into a huge spatial net covering the sky and the sea.

It completely covers the three islands of Penglai, Fangzhang, and Yingzhou, along with the vast sea area and earth veins beneath them.

This is precisely the manifestation of his Primordial Chaos Space Dao—the "Northern Darkness Void Domain"!

"Break!"

A soft shout, like the imperial decree of the Great Dao.

The spatial net suddenly contracted and cut!

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