Primordial Era: The Witch Clan Reigns Supreme, Hongjun Begs Me to Become the Demon Emperor

at the same time.

Inside the Zixiao Palace, Hongjun sat cross-legged on his cloud bed, his eyes seemingly closed yet piercing through the palace walls, taking in the farce unfolding in the square outside.

He lightly raised his finger, and celestial threads flowed from his fingertip, deducing who should be present.

"It seems like a few people are missing..."

The little golden crow from the Sun Star didn't come; it's slippery enough. But why didn't the two from the West arrive either? The Bodhi tree and the Geng metal energy should have already taken form.

With a slight thought, Hongjun deduced the secrets of heaven.

Then he "saw" this scene:

Di Yi was squatting at the entrance of the Sanqing Cave in Kunlun Mountain, holding the Hetu Luoshu in his hand. Golden threads spread out from the pages of the book, breaking through the cave's protective array inch by inch.

While cracking the code, he muttered to himself:

"Brothers Sanqing, you go and listen to the Dao. I'll watch over the house for you. Kunlun Mountain is vast and rich in resources. It's not safe to leave spiritual treasures scattered outside. I'll keep them for you for now. No need to thank me..."

Looking at the Western duo, the scene is even more outrageous: Zhunti and Jieyin, who have only recently taken human form, are scrambling around in the chaos, covered in dust and dirt.

The two were barely at the early stage of the Great Luo realm, and without any treasures to protect them, they were like two headless flies in the chaotic air currents, flying for a hundred years without finding the direction of Zixiao Palace.

Hongjun shook his head and chuckled.

"You can't just mess around like that." He pointed lightly in the direction of Kunlun Mountain.

The Daoist energy emanated from his fingertips, traversing the Thirty-Three Heavens and the primordial land.

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At the foot of Kunlun Mountain, Di Yi had just pried open a crack in the protective array of the Sanqing Cave and was about to squeeze through the crack when he suddenly felt the surrounding space violently distort.

"Um?"

The laws of space! And his realm is far superior to his!

Di Yi's pupils constricted sharply, and the Chaos Bell was about to burst out of his sea of ​​consciousness to protect its master—

But it was too late.

The next second, the world spun around, and everything was upside down.

When the scenery before him became clear again, he found himself no longer at the foot of Kunlun Mountain, but in an ancient and magnificent purple palace.

The palace was tall and spacious, with Taoist aura flowing through it. In front of it were seven futons—or rather, six purple futons arranged in an arc. Slightly higher in front of the futons was a white cloud bed, on which sat a Taoist in hemp robes, looking at him with a half-smile.

Behind the Taoist priest hung a plaque with three profound Taoist characters: Zixiao Palace.

Di Yi: "..."

He stiffly turned his head to look behind him—there was a tightly closed purple-gold gate, and outside the gate came the faint sounds of commotion and arguments, as well as Kunpeng's exasperated cry, "I am really not the leader you are looking for." Clearly, the three thousand Purple Cloud Guests were waiting for the gate to be opened.

Di Yi mentally ranted and raved.

What's going on? How did I end up inside the Purple Cloud Palace? And those three thousand Purple Cloud Guests are outside? Hongjun, are you kidding me?!

Before he could even process what was happening, Hongjun's voice rang in his ears, calm yet undeniable:

"Don't just stand there, open the door!"

Di Yi: "..."

He took a deep breath, glanced at the sage on the cloud bed who seemed to be smiling but not smiling, then looked at the tightly closed door, resignedly walked to the door, and pushed it open.

"Squeak—"

The golden gate slowly opened.

Outside the gate, the three Qing, who were on the verge of battle, the disheveled Kunpeng, and the devout Bai Ze, all paused in surprise and turned to look inside the gate.

A handsome young man dressed in a golden crow feather robe, with a radiant golden wheel of merit hanging on his back that resembled the sun, stood at the door, waving to them with a grin.

"Hey guys, what are you doing just waiting here? You look pathetic. Come on in."

The light from the golden wheel of merit behind them made the people in the front row squint.

"The golden wheel of merit is so bright, it's practically blinding me," Tongtian muttered to himself.

"Can you please lock him up? I can't stand it anymore!"

Amidst the myriad expressions of humanity, the Emperor felt that the light behind him had to shine.

The Golden Wheel of Merit seemed to sense its master's thoughts and shone even brighter.

Everyone: "..."

A coughing sound came from behind Di Yi; it seemed that Hongjun couldn't wait any longer.

Di Yi then stepped aside, made a "please" gesture, and slightly reduced the light behind him.

At the forefront of the crowd, Nuwa's eyes lit up, and she stepped forward: "Fellow Daoist Emperor? Long time no see."

"Oh, so you're Fellow Daoist Nuwa." Di Yi smiled brightly.

"Come in, come in quickly."

Standing beside Nuwa, Fuxi's expression instantly became complicated as he looked Di Yi up and down.

Especially with that dazzling golden light of merit and the radiant smile, the premonition that "my own cabbage might be eaten by a blond-haired brat" grew stronger and stronger in my heart.

Seeing this, the powerful figures temporarily set aside their dispute and filed in.

The Three Pure Ones naturally took the lead, while Kunpeng seized the opportunity to break free from Bai Ze's entanglement, transforming into a sinister-looking Taoist priest in a blue robe and squeezing into the crowd. Bai Ze and the other spirits, being the weakest in cultivation, could only follow at the back.

……

The interior of Zixiao Palace is extremely spacious, estimated to be able to accommodate ten thousand people. In front is a high platform with cloud beds, beneath which are three thousand ordinary futons arranged in an orderly fashion.

But everyone's attention was immediately drawn to the six purple futons in front of the platform, each with a distinct color, texture, and Daoist aura.

Hongjun had not yet explained the significance of the futons, but those who could cultivate to the Great Luo realm were not fools. These six futons must contain special opportunities!

Just as everyone was pondering whether to fight for it, Di Yi, who was standing at the door, made a move.

With a swift movement, he transformed into a golden streak of light, appearing before the six prayer mats before anyone could react.

Then--

Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish!

He scooped up all six prayer cushions and, to everyone's astonishment, stacked them into a small prayer cushion tower.

Di Yi himself plopped down on it, looking down at the crowd below with a haughty grin, like a child who had just snatched candy:

"I've made so much money."

His idea was simple: these six prayer cushions represented opportunities for sainthood, which the six future saints would inevitably need. Therefore… he figured he might as well sell them to them.

There were thousands of ordinary prayer cushions on the ground, but anyone with discerning eyes could see that the six in the front row were definitely not ordinary. Yuanshi's expression darkened, and he stepped forward:

"Fellow Daoist, what do you mean by this? Taking all six prayer cushions is against the rules, isn't it?"

Emperor Yi sat on the futon tower, legs crossed, and said lazily, "Those who are destined will obtain it."

"You—" Yuan Shi was speechless.

"However," Di Yi changed the subject, glancing at everyone.

"This kind of 'connection' can indeed be 'formed'."

Yuan Shi frowned: "But what? What's the point of concluding?"

Di Yi's smile widened: "It just requires 'something that can be offered.' For example... you could exchange them for your innate treasures or top-grade spiritual treasures. I think the Heaven and Earth Profound Yellow Exquisite Pagoda would be quite nice, as well as the Celestial Auspicious Clouds, the Pangu Banner, and things like that..."

The crowd erupted in uproar.

"That's way too greedy!"

"Six meditation cushions in exchange for a supreme innate treasure? Wishful thinking!"

"This kid is arrogant, absolutely insanely arrogant!"

Just as the crowd was filled with indignation, two shouts of surprise, almost distorted in pitch, suddenly rang out from the doorway:

"Big brother!"

"Brother Golden Crow!"

Everyone turned around and saw two Taoist priests, covered in dust and with torn robes, rushing in.

One was dressed in a yellow robe, his face filled with sorrow yet resolute; the other was dressed in white, his demeanor sharp yet wise. They were Zhunti and Jieyin, who had been lost for a long time and had just finally found their way.

As soon as the two entered, their eyes locked onto Di Yi, who was sitting high on the futon tower, and their eyes instantly reddened—not pretending, but genuinely excited.

They had been lost in the chaos for a hundred years, and were almost torn apart by the chaotic currents several times. How could they not be excited to see their "saviors and Western rebirth parents" at this moment?

Zhunti rushed to the futon pagoda, looked up at Di Yi, and said in a choked voice, "Brother! We've finally found you!"

Jieyin followed and bowed deeply: "Greetings, elder brother. If it weren't for your guidance and protection back then, we would probably have perished long ago when the West was shattered."

This scene left everyone stunned.