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

How much does this dead fish actually know?!

Donghuang Taiyi cursed inwardly. He never expected that the restriction he set up to conceal the origin of Chaos Bell would be seen through at a glance by this dead fish that had never left Beiming, and even exposed in public.

Di Jiang sneered, his figure blurring instantly, causing a ripple in space. The next instant, he appeared before Donghuang Taiyi, his powerful arms suddenly opening wide as if to embrace the entire world. "Brothers, take back what belongs to us!"

"Kill! Seize the bell!"

Zhu Rong roared, giving the demons no chance to react, and a rain of fire poured down from the sky, its target Donghuang Taiyi.

Upon seeing this, Di Jun's expression changed drastically.

He never expected the situation to reverse so quickly. He originally only wanted to subdue Kunpeng or suppress Gonggong, but now it has turned into the Twelve Ancestral Witches besieging Donghuang Taiyi to seize the Chaos Bell!

"Second brother, be careful!"

Di Jun shouted loudly, and the Hetu Luoshu in his hand suddenly unfolded, and countless illusory stars instantly appeared, attempting to set up the Hunyuan Luohe Grand Formation to resist the siege of the Ancestral Witches.

However, the Ancestral Witches would never give Di Jun a chance.

"boom--!"

At this moment, the entire sky above the Northern Sea was in complete chaos.

The twelve Ancestral Witches varied in strength, but each one was an outstanding member of the Great Luo Golden Immortals.

Born with a mastery of a law, coupled with a powerful physique comparable to a primordial spiritual treasure, the Ancestral Witch remains strong even without the ability to use spiritual treasures.

When its Ancestral Witch True Form is activated, it reaches a height of 990,000 zhang, with a body like a demon god combined with various laws of heaven and earth, making it incomparably powerful.

At this moment, the Northern Underworld was in complete chaos, with demons running rampant.

This was a chaotic battle, and Kunpeng was inevitably drawn into it as well.

In the primordial world at that time, apart from the three clans of dragon, phoenix, and qilin who had already retired, there was really no other force that could single-handedly defeat the Twelve Ancestral Witches, not even the Three Pure Ones, who were also the true descendants of Pangu.

Before Kunpeng stood Gonggong and Zhurong.

"You two idiots, why are you stopping me!"

"I don't have the Chaos Bell, so why the hell are you going to find Donghuang Taiyi?" Kunpeng was speechless. He was ready to leave the battlefield and find a place to go back to sleep.

But Zhurong and Gonggong, those two rascals, seemed to have something wrong with them, and wouldn't let him go.

Gonggong unleashed the full power of the laws of water; his massive ancestral witch body gripped Kunpeng's tail, shouting, "Zhurong, that dead fish, is cursing you!"

Zhu Rong, riding on the back of the Kunpeng, glared at him and said irritably, "This dead fish is insulting you!"

"Damn it, are you guys out of your minds? You really think I can't beat you?!"

The way the two ancestral witches, Zhurong and Gonggong, fought against Kunpeng was like how mortals catch big fish—barbaric, yet very effective.

Faced with the two Ancestral Witches ignoring him, Kunpeng frantically shook his massive body, "I miscalculated, these two are completely out of their minds."

"Kunpeng, don't think we Ancestral Witches don't know your little schemes. You exposed the secret of Donghuang Taiyi holding the Chaos Bell in public, provoking us Ancestral Witches to seize the Chaos Bell. Isn't that just to fish in troubled waters and take the Chaos Bell for yourself at the crucial moment?" "Second Brother already told us in secret." Zhurong pressed down hard on Kunpeng's huge fish head.

"Trouble, damn trouble, this damn karma."

He originally thought that once the Ancestral Witches and the Demon Clan started fighting, he could lie down peacefully.

As a result, this idiot ancestral witch actually regarded him as a hypothetical enemy.

Kunpeng's eyes burned with anger and helplessness as he watched Gonggong and Zhurong grope him.

He spread his fins, and in the next moment transformed into a roc, breaking free of his restraints and flapping his wings. His speed was no exaggeration; in the primordial world, he was at least among the top three in terms of speed alone.

I miscalculated; I can't stay in Beiming for the time being.

After this incident, he will likely be hated by both the Twelve Ancestral Witches and the Demon Clan.

Although Beiming is where he was born, he has never left Beiming since his birth. In order to live a peaceful life, to be a salted fish, and to stay away from the conflicts of cause and effect, he is preparing to leave.

But before that, he needs to get his revenge!

He, Kunpeng, never holds a grudge for the night.

With a sudden flap of its wings, the Kunpeng's body shimmered with a dazzling silver light, instantly transforming into a roc that blotted out the sky. Zhu Rong and Gong Gong felt their palms suddenly empty as the enormous fish-like body vanished like a phantom.

"Trying to run?" Zhu Rong roared, his body engulfed in flames.

However, the Kunpeng had already soared into the sky, and with the flapping of its wings, the Northern Sea surged back, and the world changed color.

He swooped down, his claws like knives, aiming straight for Zhu Rong's face.

"boom!"

Zhu Rong hastily unleashed the Southern Bright Fire, only to have it torn apart by a single claw from the Kunpeng. Seeing this, Gonggong hurriedly activated the Weak Water River, but it was swept away by the Kunpeng's wings and flowed back in its entirety.

"If I don't show my power, you really think I'm a pushover, someone you can easily bully!"

The physical body of the Ancestral Witch is comparable to that of an innate spiritual treasure, but when the Kunpeng transforms into the Peng, its claws also possess a sharpness comparable to that of an innate spiritual treasure.

With its sharp claws and incredible speed, it gave Zhu Rong and Gong Gong no chance to react.

Moreover, Kunpeng specializes in attacking the lower three routes.

After retaliating, Kunpeng flew away from the battlefield and away from the Northern Sea!

Behind them roared the spirits of Zhu Rong and Gong Gong.

……

After flying away from the Northern Sea, Kunpeng prepared to go to the Eastern Sea, where there are three immortal islands. These islands have the function of concealing the secrets of heaven.

He has offended both the witch and demon races this time, and he will surely be resented afterward.

The Witch Clan is not afraid, since they do not have a primordial spirit and cannot deduce the secrets of heaven, so they cannot predict his fate.

But dealing with the demon race is not easy.

With the Hetu and Luoshu in his hands, Di Jun possessed a natural divination tool, making it easy for him to calculate his own location.

He has two paths if he wants to continue being a salted fish: one is to break through to the Primordial Golden Immortal realm and crush everyone with absolute strength; the other is to find a blessed land that can shield him from the secrets of heaven and continue being a salted fish.

Breaking through to the level of a Primordial Golden Immortal is difficult, or rather, impossible.

Hongjun has not yet become a saint and has not yet passed down the method of severing the three corpses. There are only two ways to break through to the Hunyuan Golden Immortal realm.

To comprehend 60% of a fundamental principle.

Now that the Great Dao has receded and the Heavenly Dao is no longer visible, Kunpeng himself mainly cultivates the two Great Daos of Devouring and Feng Shui.

Among them, the understanding of Feng Shui is the deepest, reaching 45%! The remaining 15% may seem small, but it is actually as difficult to overcome as a divine punishment.

Then the only option is to find a blessed land that can conceal the secrets of heaven.

The famous blessed lands and grotto-heavens that have emerged in the primordial world have already found their owners, while the rest are invisible and have never appeared in the world.

What Kunpeng knew best were the three immortal islands in the East China Sea.

The Kunpeng transforms into a bird, its wings like clouds hanging from the sky, speeding swiftly for thousands of miles like a mayfly.

After leaving the North Sea, we arrived at the East Sea. Looking out, the waves rolled and the sea and sky met at the horizon. The sea breeze carried a rich spiritual energy, creating a magnificent scene.

The four seas in the primordial world vary in size, with the East Sea being the most expansive and the core area once managed by the dragon race.

The Kunpeng spreads its wings and soars high, overlooking the edge of the sky and the sea.

Compared to the North Sea, the East Sea has more islands and is more beautiful and spiritual. The mountains and floating islands in the East Sea are diverse and unique, with spiritual veins crisscrossing and spiritual energy rising. Many cultivators take human form and cultivate here.

However, Kunpeng has yet to encounter a single Daoist cultivator with whom he can converse. These are likely the Great Luo Golden Immortals born on the islands of the East Sea, who have probably already explored the entire East Sea before venturing onto the mainland to vie for opportunities.

Or perhaps it's because of the dragon race.