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

"Stop shining."

Hongjun's voice rang out calmly, carrying a hint of helplessness.

"If you want to be the sun, go out and be it."

Upon hearing this, Di Yi immediately suppressed the dazzling light emanating from his body that had blinded everyone, reverting to his original appearance, and cheerfully cupped his hands towards Hongjun:

"I'm sorry, Dao Ancestor, my sun... sometimes I can't control it. Please forgive me."

All the powerful beings of the primordial world: "..."

This person is utterly shameless, but... he is also ridiculously strong; the sun is indeed very powerful.

Hongjun ignored Di Yi and continued his sermon.

The hall still held the same diverse array of people.

After initially achieving the realm of "Primordial Great Luo Dao Lord", Emperor Yi gained a deeper understanding of the sage's teachings.

He no longer passively listened, but used his own way as a mirror to reflect the words of the sages, taking their essence, removing their shackles, and integrating them into his own "Hongmeng Creation Dao Scripture" system.

Time slips away quietly as one focuses on enlightenment.

……

Three thousand years have passed in the blink of an eye.

The sermon is over.

The powerful beings gradually awoke from their state of enlightenment, feeling a significant improvement in their own cultivation.

The three immortals exchanged a glance, each seeing the enlightenment and gain in the other's eyes.

Nuwa's aura of creation became even more harmonious. The seeds of "engineering-based Buddhism" on Zhunti and Jieyin's bodies had already taken root and sprouted.

Hongjun sat upright on his cloud bed, his gaze sweeping over the crowd below, and slowly spoke:

"Observing the chaotic state of the primordial world, and the lack of order in the cultivation of all beings, we should establish rules and regulations to define the order of the immortal path."

Upon hearing this, everyone's spirits lifted—was the sage about to bestow power?

As expected, Hongjun continued:

"The Eastern King Father and the Western Queen Mother."

The two people whose names were called immediately stood up and bowed respectfully.

"You two, one was formed from the primordial pure Yang energy, and the other was born from the primordial pure Yin energy. Now, I hereby bestow upon the Eastern King Duke the title of 'Head of Male Immortals,' to govern all male immortals in the primordial world;"

The Emperor bestowed upon the Western King Duke the title of "Head of Female Immortals," entrusting him with the supreme authority over all female immortals of the primordial world. He was tasked with upholding justice and righteousness, guiding the path of immortality, and maintaining order.

As soon as he finished speaking, two purple talismans flew out from Hongjun's sleeves and landed in the hands of the Eastern King Duke and the Western Queen Mother. Upon receiving the talismans, the two were immediately imbued with a profound aura of authority, and their fortunes increased accordingly.

Holding the dragon-headed cane, Dongwanggong felt the power of the "Head of Male Immortals" contained within it, and his hands trembled with excitement.

He held his head high, surveyed his surroundings, and his eyes were full of arrogance—from now on, all the male immortals in the world would have to obey his orders!

The Queen Mother of the West was much more composed. She bowed respectfully and said, "I will respectfully obey the decree of the Dao Ancestor."

"A thousand years later, the Zixiao Palace will reopen to preach the path of quasi-sages."

After Hongjun finished speaking, his figure gradually faded away and disappeared from the cloud bed.

With the sage gone, the atmosphere in the hall immediately relaxed.

The powerful figures began to leave one after another.

Many people looked at Dong Wanggong with envy, fear, and even hidden jealousy. As the head of the male immortals, he wielded real power and fortune!

Dijiang stretched out a big yawn, his bones cracking, and rubbed his sleepy eyes, muttering:

"Finally woke up... I don't know what I said, I couldn't understand it, and my head hurts."

As ancestral witches, they inherently believed in the way of the father god Pangu, instinctively rejecting Hongjun's Heavenly Dao methods, and completely unable to understand the profound mysteries of primordial spirit cultivation.

"I won't come again next time," Dijiang yawned.

"I'd rather stay home and sleep."

Houtu tugged at his sleeve helplessly: "Big brother, don't say it so obviously. It makes Hongjun Daozu lose face."

"Alright, alright, I won't say." Dijiang chuckled. "Let's go home and sleep!"

The two ancestral witches also left with the crowd.

In a corner of the hall, Bai Ze was clutching Kunpeng's sleeve tightly, his eyes reddening: "Your Majesty, Demon Emperor, please submit to us! The demon race needs you!"

Even Fuxi, standing nearby, joined in the persuasion: "Fellow Daoist Kunpeng, look how sincere Bai Ze and the others are, and you are endowed with the destiny of an emperor... This is the will of Heaven!"

Kunpeng's face turned green. He tried to shake off Bai Ze, but found that this seemingly weak Bai Ze had an unusually strong grip, tearing a hole in his sleeve with a "rip".

"No, I'm not! You've mistaken me for someone else!"

Kunpeng was almost in tears.

"There's no mistake!" Bai Ze raised the compass, the needle still pointing firmly at him.

"The compass never lies!"

……

On the cloud bed, Hongjun's figure had disappeared, but a gaze was still fixed on the hall.

That was the divine thought of a sage.

He "looked" at Kunpeng, who was being entangled by Bai Ze, and then "looked" at Di Yi, who had already reached the palace gate, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes.

"My time is running out," Hongjun murmured to himself, his voice audible only to himself.

"The Way of Heaven, the Way of Heaven... Alas."

At this moment, Emperor Yi had already stepped out of the Zixiao Palace gate, so he naturally could not hear the sage's murmurs.

As soon as he came out, Nuwa followed and asked softly, "Fellow Daoist Emperor, what kind of design do you prefer for the Sun Chariot you mentioned before? I'll go back and think about it carefully."

The Emperor turned around, looked into Nuwa's clear eyes, and smiled, "Whatever you like, just create it the way you think it's most 'creative' and 'cool.' I trust your aesthetic sense."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a loud cough came from the side.

Fuxi had somehow appeared beside Nuwa, his eyes fixed warily on Di Yi, his face clearly saying, "Stay away from my sister."

Di Yi: "..."

Why are you so wary of people? Who upset you?

He shrugged and waved to Nuwa: "That's all for now, see you later."

After saying that, he wisely turned and left.

Inside the Purple Cloud Palace, Hongjun's last divine sense watched this scene, and the corners of his mouth slightly lifted.

"Youth is wonderful."

Then, the divine sense dissipated, and the gates of Zixiao Palace slowly closed.

……

The crowd had not completely dispersed from the square outside the palace.

Surrounded by several Zixiao guests, Dongwang Gongzheng was in high spirits and spoke in a loud voice:

"Fellow Daoists, rest assured! As the head of the male immortals, I will naturally uphold justice and guide the path of immortality! From now on, all male immortals in the primordial world must abide by the rules I have established!"

Several sycophantic cultivators around him echoed his sentiments:

"Lord Dongwanggong is wise!"

"With Lord Dongwanggong leading the way, the immortal path of the primordial world will surely be well-ordered!"

"We are willing to follow Lord Dongwanggong!"

The Queen Mother of the West stood a short distance away, her brows slightly furrowed, but ultimately said nothing.

The Three Pure Ones walked by, and Yuanshi sneered, not even bothering to glance at Dongwanggong.

For him, this was already a path to death.

Just as Emperor Yi stepped out of the palace gate, he also heard the Eastern King's "bold words".

He paused, glancing sideways at the Eastern King.

That look in his eyes was utterly disdainful—like he was looking at a vain, self-important fool.

As Dongwang Gongzheng was getting into the conversation, he suddenly felt this gaze. He turned his head and saw that he was looking at God with the same look that God was giving him as if he were a fool.

He froze for a moment, then burst into anger.

"You! What do you mean?!" Dong Wanggong pointed at Di Yi, his voice becoming several decibels.

Di Yi withdrew his gaze, too lazy to even respond, but a faint layer of sunlight naturally emanated from his body.

But the supreme and pure Daoist essence contained within that light made Dongwanggong gasp for breath.

"You...you..." Dong Wanggong pointed at Di Yi, his fingers trembling, but he couldn't utter a single complete sentence.

Sooner or later, sooner or later...

He was furious inside, but ultimately didn't dare to say the harsh words out loud.

Just now in Zixiao Palace, the sun that shone on everything left a deep shadow on Emperor Yi.

The Eastern King forcibly suppressed his anger, snorted coldly, and turned to the few Purple Cloud guests surrounding him, saying:

"Let's go! We'll find a treasure land to establish 'Purple Mansion State' as the foundation for ruling over all male immortals in the primordial world!"

"Your Excellency is wise!" the men quickly flattered.

"I've heard that there are three immortal islands overseas, rich in spiritual energy, formed from fragments of chaos, making them the most suitable foundation for an immortal abode!" someone suggested.

Dongwanggong's eyes lit up: "Three Immortal Islands? Excellent! Let's go there! We'll use it as the Purple Mansion Prefecture to demonstrate the majesty of the head of all male immortals!"

Surrounded by several people, the Eastern King Duke rode on a beam of light and flew towards the East Sea.

Emperor Yi stood there, watching the departing figure of the Eastern King Duke, a playful smile curling at the corner of his lips.

"Three Immortal Islands?" he murmured to himself.

"That place is now...my territory."

The Eastern King's journey was destined to end in failure.

but……

Di Yi stroked his chin, a sly glint in his eyes.

"The Eastern King Duke will run into a wall next. What will he use as the territory for his immortal abode? Tsk tsk tsk, how about... we guide him to 'discover' the Heavenly Court?"

"Let him establish the Purple Mansion State based on the Heavenly Court, and then..."

"To fight against the future demon race."

Di Yi found it increasingly amusing, and his smile gradually brightened.

"This is so much fun!"