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

"You disregard the law, show no respect for the Dao Ancestor, and disregard the Heavenly Way. Today, in the name of the Immortal Leader, I will personally punish you!"

The Eastern King Duke's face turned ashen. He slammed his dragon-headed cane down heavily, and pure yang immortal energy surged around him as he launched a fierce attack on Gonggong.

However, the Twelve Ancestral Witches were formed from the essence and blood of Pangu. They roamed the prehistoric world and were always unruly. How could they be easily dealt with?

They never respect the Heavenly Way, nor do they revere Hongjun Daozu, nor do they believe in any ancient gods. In their hearts, there is only their father god Pangu, and in this life, Pangu is their only faith.

In the eyes of the Ancestral Witches, Hongjun was merely a primordial god-demon who had attained enlightenment earlier and was ahead of them.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches could still show some respect to true powerhouses, but what was the Eastern King Duke?

He's nothing but a clown who relies on the power of a sage, acting like a fox borrowing the tiger's might, and who can't see the grand trend of the primordial world.

Seeing that Gonggong had no fear and was the first to retaliate, Dongwanggong was furious and shouted angrily, "You wicked creature, how dare you!"

In an instant, the dragon-headed cane bestowed upon him by the Dao Ancestor burst forth with dazzling pure Yang immortal light. As the immortal light condensed, it transformed into a pure Yang giant seal that was extremely refined and contained the vast majesty of the Heavenly Dao.

The immense magical power of the quasi-saint who had slain the corpse poured out, carrying an aura of suppressing everything, and fiercely slammed into the ten-thousand-foot-deep Weak Water that Gonggong was attacking.

"Boom!"

The pure Yang immortal light and the innate Yin weak water collided violently, and the scorching immortal power and the extremely cold witch power clashed wildly, instantly triggering a terrifying and boundless energy turbulence. The surrounding void shattered inch by inch, and spatial cracks spread wantonly.

Gonggong let out a muffled groan, his massive witch body trembled violently, he staggered back several steps, and a trickle of dark golden Pangu witch blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

The Weak Water Barrier surrounding him was scorched with large holes by the Pure Yang Immortal Power, and his arm was wracked with excruciating pain from bone fracture.

The difference between the peak of the Great Luo realm and the Quasi-Saint who has severed his corpse is now fully revealed. Even though the Ancestral Witch's physical body is incomparably strong, it still suffers a defeat when it directly confronts the full force of a Quasi-Saint's attack.

"Hmph, nothing special!" Dongwanggong, having landed a successful blow, displayed an arrogant expression. He raised his dragon-headed staff once more, gathering even more pure Yang immortal power at its tip, intending to press his advantage. "The Dao Ancestor's decree, how dare you disobey? Today I will teach you..."

Before the words were even finished, Gonggong, who had been repelled, showed no fear in his eyes. Instead, his eyes blazed with ferocity, like a primordial beast that had been completely enraged. His body erupted with witch blood like a volcano.

Ignoring his own injuries, he forcefully steadied his massive body and roared fiercely, "You damned Dao Ancestor's decree, get out of my way!"

Before he finished speaking, Gonggong manifested his true form as a ten-thousand-foot-tall witch, ignoring the deadly divine light that was about to fall, and his giant hand, carrying the rolling Weak Water, shot out from the sky.

With palm force powerful enough to crush the ancient divine mountain, and carrying a tragic momentum of mutual destruction, it went straight for Dong Wanggong, wanting to seize his crutch and shatter his foundation!

The arrogance on Dongwanggong's face froze instantly, and he was completely astonished. He never expected that Gonggong would be so fearless, willing to suffer serious injuries in close combat.

In his haste, he had no choice but to hastily meet the giant, sky-covering hand with his pent-up celestial light, and his formation instantly fell into chaos.

Dijiang, who had been observing coldly from the sidelines, subtly fluctuated the spatial power around him. His icy voice pierced the battlefield, each word piercing to the heart: "You clown, how dare you presume to speak of the Way of Heaven? Gonggong, tear him apart!"

The Eastern King was greatly alarmed and quickly turned around to shout behind him, "Why aren't you all coming to my aid!"

But there was nothing behind him; where were the figures of Di Jun, Donghuang Taiyi, and the other demons?

It turned out that as early as when he first clashed with Gonggong, the demon generals sensed something was wrong and quietly withdrew, completely disregarding his life or death.

As for why the Twelve Ancestral Witches did not pursue them, it was simply because the demon race's foundation was on the Sun Star, and their lair had nowhere to hide.

In the eyes of the Ancestral Witches, these demons were nothing more than turtles in a jar, unable to escape.

Faced with the twelve Ancestral Witches, who are born with strong physical bodies and incredible combat power, the so-called advantages that Dong Wanggong relied on were nothing but a huge joke.

After several exchanges, the Eastern King Duke was defeated by the Ancestral Witch, his very essence collapsed, and he was severely injured, falling unconscious on the spot.

However, considering the power of the Sage Hongjun, the Ancestral Witches ultimately spared his life and did not kill him.

After this experience, the Eastern King Duke realized that he could not accomplish anything by fighting alone and could not fulfill the task entrusted to him by the sage.

Therefore, after that, the Eastern King Duke recruited independent cultivators and powerful figures to establish the Independent Cultivator Immortal Alliance, which was continuously expanded and eventually established the Immortal Court.

Of course, these are all things to be discussed later.

……

Meanwhile, deep within the Northern Sea.

After making numerous arrangements, Kunpeng sought out a secret realm to cultivate in seclusion. It took him three thousand years to finally stabilize his cultivation level.

During the three thousand years he was in seclusion, the war between witches and demons on the primordial land intensified, and the flames of war spread to all corners of the world. Countless innate beings fled their homelands to avoid the catastrophe and searched for a safe place to live.

The Northern Sea, which Kunpeng had painstakingly managed, had long since transformed from its former desolate and dangerous state into a place full of spiritual energy, peaceful and tranquil, naturally attracting a large number of refugees to seek refuge there.

Kunpeng could clearly sense that the fortune of the Northern Sea was rapidly increasing as the number of living beings grew.

Kunpeng could clearly sense that the fortune of the Northern Sea was rapidly increasing as the number of living beings grew.

The creatures that came to seek refuge carved out fairy islands on the vast North Sea, where they multiplied and thrived.

On the immortal islands that Kunpeng had previously developed, he built orderly cities and established trading posts to facilitate the exchange of cultivation resources between foreign creatures and native creatures of the Northern Sea, thus preventing inter-tribal conflicts at their source and maintaining order in the Northern Sea.

Seeing that the creatures of the Northern Sea were becoming increasingly prosperous, Kunpeng decided to open the altar to preach again, and at the same time establish rules for the Northern Sea and integrate the forces of all parties.

The place for preaching was set on the largest immortal island he had created—the Northern Underworld Immortal Island, which was also the most prosperous and spiritually rich core area in the entire Northern Underworld.

As for the Three Immortal Islands in the Northern Sea where he moved, they remain hidden by an unparalleled formation and will not be easily revealed until the time comes for them to appear in the world.

"From this day forth, the Northern Underworld Immortal Island will open its altar for preaching. All beings of the primordial world are welcome to come and listen to the true words of the Great Dao!"

News of Kunpeng's sermon spread throughout the Northern Sea and to the surrounding seas. Those creatures that had been hesitant immediately made up their minds and led their clans to the Northern Sea Immortal Island.

Whether or not one is willing to join the Northern Darkness faction, listening to the Daoist teachings of the innate gods and demons is a once-in-a-millennium opportunity that no one wants to miss.

Kunpeng's series of actions brought the Northern Sea to a complete prosperity, attracting all living beings and also gathering immeasurable fortune for himself, making his cultivation foundation even more profound.

Meanwhile, the North Sea Dragon Palace was in a state of great anxiety.

"Your Majesty, something terrible has happened!" The Turtle Prime Minister rushed into the main hall in a panic, his expression frantic.

The Dragon King of the North Sea frowned, his dragon aura emanating from him, and he rebuked in a deep voice, "What's the matter with such panic and loss of decorum!"

The Turtle Prime Minister hurriedly straightened his clothes, bowed, and urgently reported: "Your Majesty, recently, countless aquatic creatures in the North Sea have been rushing to the Northern Darkness. Even my Dragon Palace's newly recruited subordinates are abandoning their duties and fleeing the North Sea! This situation is escalating rapidly. I beg Your Majesty to make a decision!"