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

Houtu sat to the left of Dijiang. She frowned slightly, reached out, and seemingly lightly patted Dijiang's shoulder.

"Bang!"

With a muffled thud, Dijiang was slammed down, and the futon beneath his buttocks cracked with a "crack".

"Hmm! Is it time to eat, girl?"

Dijiang suddenly woke up, looked around blankly, and a suspicious glint of moisture still clung to the corner of his mouth.

Houtu glared at him and transmitted her voice, "Shut up, go to sleep, and stop snoring."

Dijiang scratched his head, chuckled awkwardly, and adjusted his posture. This time he was truly well-behaved. Although he still couldn't understand the sage's teachings, at least he stopped making noise.

Di Yi took in the whole scene, secretly chuckling to himself: It seems the Ancestral Witches truly can't understand; without a primordial spirit, they really can't comprehend the Heavenly Dao. But... what's wrong with Houtu?

She seemed to be listening quite attentively, and her aura of malevolence wasn't as strong as the other ancestral witches; instead, she exuded a sense of composure and magnanimity.

"Houtu," Di Yi muttered to himself.

"It is an honor for the Witch Clan to have you. So hurry up and lead the Witch Clan to dominate the prehistoric world, don't be shy."

He continued to observe.

The last few rows were packed with Bai Ze and other spirits.

Bai Ze held a compass, the compass needle still pointing firmly at the Kunpeng in the third corner—even while listening to the sage's teachings, he did not forget his mission to "find the leader".

Hongjun would pause for a moment after reciting the eighty-one true words, allowing the listeners time to digest the sermon. During this brief pause, Bai Ze, his eyes red-rimmed, quietly tugged at the hem of Kunpeng's robe in the front row, pleading in a telepathic voice:

"Fellow Daoist Kunpeng... After listening to your teachings, please come back with us. Please guide our race, we beg you."

Kunpeng: "..."

He closed his eyes, pretending not to hear, but the twitching at the corner of his mouth betrayed his inner collapse.

Fuxi, who was listening attentively to the Dao next to Bai Ze, seemed to sense something and turned his head to look at Bai Ze.

The moment their eyes met, Fuxi's eyes lit up—he sensed a "kindred spirit" from the compass in Bai Ze's hand and the unique aura of calculation emanating from Bai Ze.

Fuxi quietly moved his prayer mat closer to Bai Ze.

The two began to communicate telepathically, their fingers calculating and deducing within their sleeves, the speed increasing rapidly.

The sermons became background noise as the two charlatans became engrossed in the pleasure of their calculations.

"A spirit... should be given a nice name."

Fuxi was deducing the secrets of heaven.

"How about 'Demon Race'? It means 'the spirits of heaven and earth, a gathering of different races'."

Bai Ze's eyes lit up: "Demon race...demon race! Brilliant! Fellow Daoist truly possesses great wisdom!"

The two became increasingly engrossed in their conversation, and under the dual stimulation of listening to the Dao and performing divination, their auras began to rise—peak of the early stage of the Great Luo realm…breakthrough! Mid-stage Great Luo realm!

To preach and simultaneously achieve a breakthrough—that's something else entirely.

Further back in the Zixiao Palace, the diverse array of human beings became even more... colorful.

Those with sufficient cultivation and decent comprehension can barely keep up with the pace of the sage's sermon, even if they are sweating profusely, at least they can remain clear-headed.

But those who lack sufficient cultivation and comprehension will suffer greatly.

Some people listened with ecstasy, gesturing wildly and muttering incantations, while others collapsed onto their prayer mats, foaming at the mouth. This was due to mental exhaustion; they had fainted from the impact of the Great Dao's true words.

After the Emperor had seen enough of the commotion, he finally withdrew his divine sense and calmed down.

Hongjun's sermons still echoed in my ears, every word a gem, pointing directly to the primordial chaos.

But Di Yi knew in his heart that what Hongjun was talking about was the "Mysterious Immortal Path," which was the method of severing the three corpses to become a saint, not his own path.

"What path should I take?" Di Yi closed his eyes and looked inward.

Severing the three corpses? Impossible.

If you cut off your attachment to good and evil, are you still a complete "me"? He disdains this self-destructive method of achieving sainthood.

Proving the Dao through force? That's the path of Pangu, who created the world and suppressed all other paths with his power. But he is not Pangu; he doesn't have the axe to create the world, nor does he necessarily have that kind of courage.

Achieving sainthood through merit? It relies too much on external things, and whether one has enough merit depends on the whims of Heaven, which is frustrating.

As he pondered, the "Primordial Creation Dao Scripture" in his mind automatically turned to a new page of text:

The Way of the Primordial Ruler

Prove the Primordial Chaos with your own body, and master all laws with your own mind. Do not sever the three corpses, do not borrow merit, and do not rely on brute force. Cultivate the Primordial Chaos Laws within yourself, form the Primordial Chaos Dao Body, open the Primordial Chaos World, and become the Primordial Chaos Master. Transcend the Heavenly Dao, and be free and at ease.

Below the text is a line of smaller print:

The sun is the ultimate form of Yang, capable of transforming into the primordial Yang. You are the embodiment of the sun; therefore, you should base your actions on the laws of the sun, propagate the primordial Yang path, illuminate all realms of the primordial chaos, and rule over all that the light reaches.

Emperor Yi's heart trembled violently.

"To prove the Way of Primordial Chaos with my own body... the Lord of Primordial Chaos..." he murmured repeatedly.

"Then I will become the incarnation of the sun, the law of the sun... the primordial sun, illuminating all realms of the primordial chaos..."

The moment the thought was clear, a strange change occurred within the Purple Cloud Palace!

Emperor Zhou's previously restrained True Sun Fire suddenly erupted!

But this time, the flames were no longer pure gold, but were tinged with a hazy, primordial purple aura!

Flames of gold and purple intertwined burned around him, and the golden wheel of merit behind him spun wildly, the golden light and the primordial purple energy merging together to form a primordial golden wheel of merit!

At the same time, the four treasures above his head, the Hetu Luoshu beside him, and the Hongmeng Pearl between his brows vibrated simultaneously, emitting a crisp resonance.

The sounds of bells, turning pages, and the soft chimes of the Primordial Pearl intertwined with Hongjun's sermons, creating a wondrous harmony.

Emperor Yi closed his eyes, his mind completely immersed in the Dao realm.

He saw his past—the mortal before his transmigration, the white light in the library, the ball of light on the sun star, merging with Di Jun and Tai Yi, plundering the dragon clan's treasure trove, ruling the west, enlightening Zhun Ti and Jie Yin, climbing Mount Buzhou...

He saw his present self—sitting on a prayer mat in the Zixiao Palace, listening to the sage preach, and understanding the way of himself.

He saw his future—a primordial sun illuminating the endless world, and wherever the light reached, all things followed.

Past, present, and future, three lifetimes united as one.

"I am the First Emperor, and I shall prove the Way of the Primordial Ruler."

He spoke softly to himself, yet it was like a declaration of the great Dao.

"boom--!!!"

Inside the Purple Cloud Palace, a phantom image of the Primordial Sun, condensed purely from Primordial Purple Qi and Solar True Fire, rose from behind Emperor Yi!

The illusory image of the great sun slowly rotated, emitting a ring of golden-purple light with each rotation. Wherever the light passed, lotuses bloomed in the void, and the Daoist sounds resonated. Even the three thousand illusory images of the Great Dao manifested by Hongjun during his sermon made way for it!

The entire Zixiao Palace was completely illuminated by the light of this primordial sun!

It was no ordinary light, but a light imbued with the primordial Dao, the laws of the sun, and the ripples of time! The light was too intense, too pure, and too domineering!

The front row features the Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, Zhunti, and Jieyin; the middle row features Zhen Yuanzi, Hongyun, and Styx; the back row features Kunpeng, Fuxi, and Bai Ze; and even the ancestral witch Dijiang Houtu is in the corner—

Everyone involuntarily closed their eyes the moment the light appeared!

It's not that I don't want to watch, it's that I can't watch!

The "Dao" contained within that light was of an extremely high level, too close to the origin. To forcibly gaze upon it would at best damage one's primordial spirit, and at worst cause one's Dao heart to collapse!

Even Hongjun, who was on the cloud bed, paused slightly while preaching.

The sage opened his eyes, looked at Emperor Yi, and at the illusory image of the Great Sun of Primordial Chaos. For the first time, a clear look of surprise appeared in his eyes.

The powerful beings of the primordial era, with their eyes closed, had only one thought in their minds:

This person is... way too dazzling!!!

Even with their eyes closed, they could feel the light penetrating their eyelids, shining into their sea of ​​consciousness, and illuminating their primordial spirit, as if it were purifying them from the inside out.

Di Yi was completely unaware of this.

He was immersed in the wonderful feeling of enlightenment and breakthrough, and his aura rose steadily—peak of the mid-stage of the Great Luo realm…breakthrough! Late-stage Great Luo realm!

And it's not your average post-production work.

It is the Great Luo Dao Lord of the Primordial Dao Lord, who integrates the Primordial Dao Rhyme, the Law of the Sun, and the Great Dao of Time, and takes "Primordial Ruler" as his direction!

Past, present, and future—all three exist simultaneously in this moment.

The primordial sun shines brightly in the purple sky.

The preaching continues.

But everyone's minds were no longer fully focused on the sage's preaching.

Because within the Purple Cloud Palace, a light even more dazzling and domineering than the sage's sermon appeared—

The Primordial Sun.