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

Faced with Kunpeng's attempt to refine them, the Slaughtering God and Demon fought back desperately.

Because it is not necessary.

"Kid, I never expected you to have come this far!" The Slaughtering God-Demon put away his madness and insanity, and left these words as his true spirit was completely refined.

"We'll meet again!"

Kunpeng didn't understand the meaning behind the other party's words; at this moment, it was more important to receive them.

Receive everything from the true spirit of the God of Slaughter and the imprint of the Great Dao of Slaughter.

At the same time, in a spatial rift in the chaos beyond the primordial wilderness, a pair of deep eyes lit up.

This was a contingency plan left behind before the war of killing gods and demons and creating the world again; it was an avatar that was only at the level of a Hunyuan Daluo Golden Immortal.

The moment the consciousness that slaughtered gods and demons in the primordial world dissipates, the consciousness will reunite in this clone.

This was a contingency plan that the Demon Gods and Slaughterers left for themselves before the War of Creation.

However, the Demon Slayer, despite all his calculations, never imagined that his consciousness would be imprisoned in the primordial world.

"Damn it, this clone has actually developed its own consciousness!"

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Fengqi Mountain!

After the three lectures at Zixiao Palace, Fuxi and Nuwa returned to their Daoist temple to devote themselves to cultivation.

Today, Phoenix Mountain welcomes a special guest: Di Jun.

The discovery of the Nine Heavens Realm stirred unprecedented ambition within Emperor Jun.

The Heavenly Court has taken shape, and the demon race's fortune is rising, but the high-level combat power is stretched thin.

Although Donghuang Taiyi was the bravest in the primordial world, he was ultimately no match for the twelve ancestral witches of the Wu tribe who were comparable to quasi-saints, relying solely on his two brothers.

Of the three thousand guests in Zixiao Palace, only a handful were able to reach the Quasi-Saint realm, and most of them were restless, chasing after the ethereal Primordial Purple Qi.

Emperor Jun knew that to achieve great things, he had to recruit talented people from all over the country.

This time, his gaze once again fell upon Phoenix Perch Mountain.

The siblings Fuxi and Nuwa possessed profound Taoist skills and deep foundations. Fuxi, in particular, was among the most capable in Zixiao Palace in terms of his ability to deduce heavenly secrets and understand worldly affairs.

If they could obtain his assistance, the Heavenly Court of the Demon Race would be greatly strengthened, and its great cause of ruling the prehistoric world would take a solid step forward.

Emperor Jun, clad in imperial robes, exuded an aura of imperial dragon energy intertwined with the true fire of the sun. He descended from the clouds, landing outside the serene Daoist temple of Phoenix Perch Mountain.

The mountain is shrouded in mist, with birdsong filling the air, creating a peaceful scene, yet it is subtly enveloped by a profound and mysterious aura of creation, isolating it from the outside world.

"Is Fellow Daoist Fuxi here? Di Jun has come to visit." Di Jun's voice was calm, yet it carried an undeniable penetrating power, clearly reaching into the mountains.

A moment later, the space at the mountain gate rippled like water, and Fuxi's figure emerged from it.

He was dressed in a simple Taoist robe, with a gentle face and deep eyes that seemed to contain the trajectory of the stars in the heavens. Upon seeing Di Jun, he bowed and smiled, saying, "So it is Fellow Daoist Di Jun who has graced us with his presence. I am so sorry for not welcoming you sooner. Please come inside and have a chat."

Di Jun followed Fu Xi into a serene and elegant cave dwelling, where the aroma of spiritual tea filled the air.

He didn't engage in much small talk, his gaze sharp, and he got straight to the point: "Fellow Daoist Fuxi, the primordial forces are like a surging river, unstoppable. Fellow Daoist, you are well-versed in the art of deduction, and I'm sure you understand the flow of destiny better than Emperor Jun."

Fuxi picked up his teacup, looked calmly at Dijun, and gestured for him to continue.

He had indeed deduced that the rise of the demon race was already underway, and the appearance of the Nine Heavens Realm added a magnificent aura to this trend.

Di Jun's tone grew increasingly impassioned: "When we listened to the Dao at Zixiao Palace in the past, we all knew that a great change was about to occur in the prehistoric world."

"Today, Taiyi and I have discovered the Nine Heavens, a realm blessed by the Heavenly Dao, the foundation for the rise of the demon race! I intend to establish a 'Heavenly Court' here, to govern the celestial sphere, restore order to the primordial world, and end the chaos of conflict among the myriad races."

"This is not merely Emperor Jun's ambition; it is truly in accordance with the will of Heaven, seeking a stable order for the primordial world!"

He paused, then looked directly at Fuxi: "However, to accomplish such a great feat, it is not something that can be achieved by one person alone. The Wu tribe is powerful, and the twelve ancestral witches are renowned throughout the primordial world."

"Our demon race desperately needs the strong support of those with great wisdom and supernatural powers like you, fellow Daoist!"

"Fellow Daoist's ability to deduce heavenly secrets and discern the smallest details is precisely the indispensable skill for our Heavenly Court to regulate Yin and Yang and establish heavenly rules!"

"Emperor Jun has come with a sincere invitation, hoping that you, fellow Daoist, will leave your seclusion and join my Heavenly Court to jointly accomplish this grand undertaking, and to create a new era for the demon race and for the primordial world!"

"I am willing to treat you with the same esteemed title as 'Xi Huang,' to be on par with me and Taiyi, and to jointly wield the power of the Heavenly Court!"

The moment the words "Xi Huang" were uttered, the atmosphere within the cave instantly froze.

"The prestige of this position and the weight of its power are almost second only to Di Jun, the future 'Heavenly Emperor,' and Donghuang Taiyi."

Fuxi remained silent for a moment, his fingertips unconsciously tracing a path across the stone table, leaving a faint, illusory image of the Eight Trigrams.

His eyes gleamed with divine light, as if he were deducing the cause and effect behind Di Jun's words, the future fortune of the Heavenly Court, and the trajectory of his own path.

Di Jun did not urge him, but waited quietly, his eyes filled with sincerity and expectation.

After a long silence, Fuxi spoke slowly, his voice clear and melodious: "Fellow Daoist Dijun has lofty ambitions and a magnificent spirit. He wishes to establish a Heavenly Court and rule the prehistoric world. This ambition is admirable."

"The appearance of the Nine Heavens is indeed a sign of the flourishing of the demon race's fortune, and it also coincides with the workings of the Heavenly Dao." He affirmed Di Jun's foundation and goals.

"As for my Dao..." Fuxi paused slightly, a glimmer of understanding flashing in his eyes, "What I cultivate is to deduce the secrets of heaven and understand the principles of the changes of all things."

"This path cannot be reached through sitting in meditation. One must observe the rise and fall of heaven and earth, observe the birth and death of all living beings, and comprehend the true meaning of the waxing and waning of yin and yang and the cycle of cause and effect in the great current of the primordial world."

"If a Heavenly Court is established, it will surely rule over all directions, regulate Yin and Yang, and establish Heavenly Rules. Such a pioneering act contains immeasurable heavenly secrets and changes, making it the perfect place to verify our Dao and temper our hearts."

Upon hearing this, Di Jun's eyes lit up with even greater joy.

Fuxi then changed the subject, his tone becoming solemn: "However, Fellow Daoist Dijun, I, Fuxi, may accept your invitation to enter the Heavenly Court and assume the position of 'Emperor Xi'. With my abilities, I will assist you in understanding the secrets of Heaven and establishing laws."

Fuxi paused for a moment, then continued, "But there is one thing that must be made clear beforehand."

"Fellow Daoist, please speak!" Di Jun said solemnly.

Fuxi's gaze fell upon the depths of the cave, where the aura of creation swirled and the profound voice of the Great Dao faintly echoed: "My sister Nuwa is also in the Daoist temple. At this moment, she is in seclusion in a quiet room, comprehending the Primordial Purple Qi bestowed upon her by the Dao Ancestor, pursuing the Primordial Great Dao, and seeking the opportunity to attain sainthood."

"This is her own supreme destiny, and also the trajectory ordained by Heaven, as the Dao Ancestor said."

"Her path is beyond my control, much less something I can decide for her."

"Whether she is willing to enter the Heavenly Court, and when she is willing to enter, is entirely up to her to decide."

"Although I am her elder brother, I cannot and should not take on this responsibility for her. This is my bottom line, and I hope you will understand."

Di Jun understood.

He had already sensed the powerful and profound aura of creation deep within Phoenix Perch Mountain, and knew that Nuwa was still in seclusion.

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