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

Chapter 96 The Ruins Erupt

"He is slapping us in the face! He is showing contempt for the majesty of the Father God's bloodline! He is trampling on the rules personally established by Hongjun!"

"These four seas also belong to our jurisdiction. The Eastern King's actions are no mere clownish acts; he is courting death! He has found a way to bring about his demise!"

"Hongjun won't bother with him anymore!"

He abruptly rose to his feet, his towering ancestral witch form radiating an immense pressure that distorted even space itself. Each word he uttered was like a decree from the heavens, resounding throughout the temple and destined to echo throughout the primordial world: "Issue my command: A thousand years from now, the day the court is established in the Purple Mansion Continent of Fangzhu Mountain will be the day the Eastern King Duke dies and his Dao dissipates, and the Immortal Alliance vanishes into thin air!"

"We will personally go and raze the Purple Mansion to the ground, taking its head as an example!"

"Roar—!" The twelve Ancestral Witches roared in unison, their terrifying baleful aura soaring into the sky, proclaiming the tragic fate of a "Celestial Emperor" who died before even being established.

Zifu Continent, Fangzhu Immortal Mountain.

Dongwanggong was completely unaware that he had become prey destined to die in the eyes of both the witch and demon races.

He was smugly arranging the preparations for the Celestial Ceremony.

"Send out the invitations immediately!" he ordered his celestial officials with great enthusiasm. "To the Sanqing Daoist Temple on Kunlun Mountain, to Daoist Zhenyuanzi of Wuzhuang Temple on Wanshou Mountain, to Ancestor Panwang of the Southern Frontier—to all fellow Daoists who once listened to the Dao in Zixiao Palace, be sure to send them to them one by one! The wording must be respectful, clearly stating that this is a grand event of the primordial immortal path, and requesting all fellow Daoists to grace us with their presence and participate in this magnificent occasion!"

The celestial officials accepted the order and departed, their streaks of light carrying gilded invitations to various parts of the primordial world.

At Kunlun Mountain, in front of the Jade Void Palace, the White Crane Boy received the invitation and respectfully presented it to the guest.

A moment later, the indifferent voice of Yuqing Yuanshi echoed from within the palace: "The Celestial Court? Such a foolish act will only bring trouble. Step down." The invitation spontaneously combusted without fire, turning to ashes in an instant.

"After all, this Dongwanggong is the head of the male immortals appointed by our master. We only need to protect a wisp of his remnant soul!" Taiqing Daode said.

Wanshoushan Wuzhuang Temple

Zhen Yuanzi accepted the invitation, looked at the signature "Immortal Emperor Dongwanggong" on it, shook his head and sighed softly: "Fellow Daoist Dongwanggong—why bother coming?"

"This is a path to disaster."

He summoned Qingfeng and Mingyue: "Please put away the invitation carefully. In your reply, say that I am in seclusion studying the Book of Earth and cannot be there in person. I wish you a successful ceremony."

Hongyun, a guest at Longevity Hill, took a bite of the ginseng fruit and said nonchalantly, "Why bother with that? Little Mingyue, go get two more fruits from the back!"

"Teacher, this~"

The poisonous land of southern Xinjiang.

Panwang the Ancestor held the invitation in his hand, his withered fingers tracing the words "Immortal Emperor," and let out a strange, cackling laugh: "Heh heh, Immortal Emperor? What a grand title!"

"That old rascal, Dongwanggong, actually dares to climb up the ladder just because the Dao Ancestor gave him a pole? Interesting, truly interesting! A thousand years from now? I, the Ancestor, would like to see if your Celestial Court can even stand up!"

His eyes gleamed with greed and calculation as he casually tossed the invitation into the pool of ten thousand poisons.

At this moment, the Eastern King Duke stood at the highest point of Zifu Continent, looking down at the celestial officials below who were busily building the celestial palace. The Myriad Immortals Map in his arms exuded a warm yet powerful aura.

He stroked the treasure map, his eyes filled with ambition: "The Celestial Court will stand, all immortals will pay homage, I will be the Celestial Emperor! The order of the primordial world shall be established by me! The Kunpeng—and that Primordial Purple Qi, will ultimately belong to me!"

He seemed to already see the day he would reign supreme over the primordial world.

Little did they know that the shadow of death, like a maggot clinging to their bones, had quietly enveloped the entire Purple Mansion Continent.

The Land of the Northern Sea Returns to Nothingness.

Kunpeng has been hiding here, isolated from the secrets of heaven, but he has always been watching what is happening in the primordial world.

"This Dongwanggong dish is truly addictive; a master of courting death!"

The Great Luo Laws, the Primordial Chaos Creates the Great Dao!

Now, Kunpeng first used the method of severing the three corpses to forcibly improve his realm, and then, with the help of the experience about cultivation after the Primordial Chaos from the remnant soul of the demon god, his strength has steadily increased.

Now, Kunpeng has completed half of the Guixu Great Dao he created and has mastered the rules!

The aura of the Great Dao emanating from him was similar to, yet different from, the aura of the end times emanating from this Ruins of Return.

There is only one Great Dao, but there are also three thousand Great Daos, and each Great Dao has countless facets.

Under one great path, there are different styles and approaches.

Kunpeng's Great Dao of Returning to Nothingness is not simply about ending everything, but rather it is more like a new life after destruction, combined with everything.

This Northern Darkness Ruins is a blessed land for Kunpeng to cultivate.

Here, Kunpeng can gain something every moment.

Moreover, here you don't have to worry about being swept up in the primordial chaos or participating in the great calamity.

This is paradise for someone like Kunpeng, who aspires to be a salted fish! A perfect space.

However, what Kunpeng is seeing now is only the gentle side of Guixu.

In the Purple Cloud Palace, the Dao Ancestor Hongjun lowered his eyes indifferently, a wisp of Heavenly Dao Purple Qi coiling around his fingertips like a snake.

The Primordial Purple Qi that should have been dormant within the Kunpeng Primordial Spirit was now like a kite with a broken string, floating and sinking in a certain crack in the endless chaos—the very place of Guixu, a place even the authority of the Heavenly Dao could not fully comprehend!

"Return to the Void—" Even Hongjun's calm and undisturbed Dao heart was rippled by a very faint ripple.

This is the dark side of the primordial world, the place where all things came to an end, the Chaos Sea Eye, devouring everything, even the laws of Heaven are distorted here.

Diluted to almost nothing.

How dare this monstrous Kunpeng steal the foundation of the Holy Throne and escape into it?

He intends to use the power of the Void to erase the Heavenly Dao imprint that I left in the Purple Qi.

As soon as this thought arose, the ancient and unchanging "Dao" mark between Hongjun's brows lit up slightly for a moment.

If he really becomes—

Deep within the Ruins, there is no light, no sound, no time, and no space.

Only the eternal "annihilation" itself was flowing. Kunpeng's enormous demon master true form was now curled up in a fragile barrier barely formed by the Northern Dark Ice and spatial fragments, like a bubble that could burst at any moment in a raging storm.

He frantically activated the supreme method of "Kunpeng's Free and Easy Wandering," attempting to capture the almost non-existent, extremely chaotic "flow" within the Void. This was his only chance of survival.

However, Guixu seems to have been enraged by some external will.

Perhaps it was Hongjun's glance from afar, or perhaps it was the wisp of heavenly purple energy carried by Kunpeng itself that was out of place with the "anomaly" aura of this place, like a drop of boiling oil being thrown into a pot.

Hongjun cannot interfere with Guixu, but he can exert some influence on Guixu through the Heavenly Dao.

boom-!

An indescribable roar exploded directly deep within Kunpeng's primordial spirit!

It is not a sound, but the lament of existence itself!

The Northern Dark Ice Barrier that had been desperately holding up around him couldn't even last a moment before collapsing silently like dust.

What I saw before me was no longer chaotic air currents, but pure "nothingness".

Space peels away and collapses inch by inch before my eyes, and time is stretched into broken threads.

At this moment, Guixu revealed his volatile side.

Why is Guixu called the Land of the End, the Tomb of the World, and the Final Destination of Heaven and Earth?