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

The East China Sea stretches out, its blue waves reaching for the horizon.

The Eastern King Duke rode on an auspicious cloud, followed by seven or eight newly recruited followers from the Purple Cloud Palace, and sped toward the legendary Three Immortal Islands.

"Are you sure that the location you just saw is indeed the three overseas islands?"

Dongwanggong frowned as he looked at the sea shrouded in chaotic mist ahead.

"This doesn't look like what I remember."

A Taoist priest beside him, wearing a star-studded crown and holding a jade ruler, quickly bowed:

"Your Majesty, what is your impression of the location of the three islands...?"

The Eastern King stroked his beard, his tone tinged with the experiences he had gone through:

"In my memory, the Three Islands were ethereal and mysterious, shrouded in chaotic energy, with spiritual energy almost solidified! You could tell at a glance that it was a top-tier blessed land, unlike now..."

He pointed to the fog ahead: "We can't even find the door, we're just wandering around like headless flies!"

In fact, Dongwanggong had never been to the Three Immortal Islands and did not know what they looked like.

However, since he had been bestowed the title of "Head of Male Immortals" by the Dao Ancestor, he couldn't appear ignorant, so he made up a few random words.

The Taoist priest with the star-shaped crown took it seriously, his eyes lighting up: "Your Majesty means... you have been to the Three Immortal Islands?"

"Ahem." Dongwanggong coughed twice and mumbled.

"By chance, we met once."

"So what do we do now?" another Taoist in blue asked.

"This mist is incredibly strange. When I probed it with my divine sense, it was like a mud ox sinking into the sea—there was absolutely no response."

Dongwanggong looked at the endless chaotic mist ahead and gritted his teeth.

He needs territory, he needs it urgently, he's in a real hurry.

Having just been appointed the head of the male immortals by Hongjun, if he doesn't quickly establish "Zifu Prefecture" to demonstrate his authority, who will really take him seriously in the long run?

The Three Pure Ones, Emperor Yi, and even those rogue cultivators of the Great Luo realm—which one is easy to deal with?

"Force our way in!" Dong Wanggong said in a deep voice, his tone carrying a ruthless determination.

"Even if terrifying demons and ferocious beasts lie ahead, we must go in! This is the mission bestowed upon us by the Dao Ancestor, the mission to govern the head of all male immortals!"

He spoke in a grand and righteous manner, directly packaging his personal ambition as a "mission of Heaven."

The Eastern King has figured out how to use a big banner as a shield.

Sure enough, upon hearing this, the followers behind him immediately perked up and shouted in unison:

"I am willing to go through fire and water with Your Majesty!"

"Your Majesty is wise!"

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"The Purple Mansion Prefecture should be established here!"

The Eastern King nodded in satisfaction and waved his hand, "Let's go!"

The group of eight, each displaying their unique abilities and with their protective magical treasures shining brightly, plunged headlong into the chaotic mist.

then……

They got lost.

Completely, utterly, and utterly lost.

Within the fog, my sense of direction was completely lost.

Everything looks exactly the same, whether up, down, left, right, front, or back. Divine senses that extend less than ten feet are distorted and devoured by some force.

Even more bizarrely, the fog seems to be mixed with spatial laws. Sometimes, even when you're flying forward, you find yourself back in the same spot.

"This...this formation is too eerie!"

The Taoist priest with the star-crowned crown was sweating profusely, and he spun the jade ruler in his hand frantically, but he still couldn't find the right direction.

The Eastern King's face turned ashen.

He tried to sense it using the authority of the "Head of Male Immortals." Logically, the authority bestowed by Heaven should be able to point the way in such natural formations.

But strangely, authority seems to have failed here, or rather... it has been shielded by some higher-level power.

Just as the eight people were wandering around aimlessly like headless flies, a clear child's voice suddenly came from the depths of the mist:

"Oh dear, another group of lost people."

Another, slightly more composed voice chimed in: "This time there are eight, two more than the last batch."

Dong Wanggong and the others immediately became alert and looked in the direction of the sound.

The mist slowly dissipated, revealing the figures of two children.

A boy dressed in yellow, with his hair tied in two buns, looking about seven or eight years old, was Huang Tong.

The other one, dressed in blue and with a composed demeanor, was Song Tong.

Two children sat on an auspicious cloud, cracking open some kind of spiritual fruit, watching them as if they were watching a play.

"Who are you?" Dong Wanggong asked in a deep voice, but his heart skipped a beat. These two children looked to be only seven or eight years old, but their cultivation level... he couldn't see through it at all!

Huang Tong blinked: "We're the gatekeepers of this island. And who are you? How did you manage to intrude into my master's protective island formation?"

"Your master?" Dongwanggong frowned.

"This place was formed from fragments of chaos and was originally without a master. How can you talk about 'master' here? Don't try to mislead people."

Song Tong slowly took a bite of the spirit fruit and mumbled:

"It used to be unclaimed, but now it has an owner. My master refined the Three Islands Grand Array eight hundred years ago. This place is now private property and not open to the public."

The Eastern King's heart sank.

Three Immortal Islands... have been occupied?

And that was eight hundred years ago? Back then, he was still listening to the Dao at Zixiao Palace!

"Nonsense!" shouted the Taoist priest in blue robes behind the Eastern King.

"Such a blessed land is not something you can simply claim as your own! Get out of the way at once! My Emperor is personally appointed by the Dao Ancestor Hongjun as the 'Head of Male Immortals,' and he intends to establish the Purple Mansion State here to rule over all male immortals in the primordial world!"

Huang Tong and Song Tong exchanged a glance.

Huang Tong tilted his head: "Head of male immortals? Never heard of that. He's probably some country bumpkin pretending to be one."

"Purple Mansion Prefecture?" Song Tong shook his head.

"My husband didn't say he wanted to build this."

Dongwanggong suppressed his anger and patiently said:

"Boys, this matter is of great importance. Please inform your master that the Eastern King requests an audience to discuss important matters."

He thought to himself that anyone who could occupy the Three Immortal Islands must be extraordinary.

Let's try diplomacy first, then use force; let's probe their strength before making any decisions.

Huang Tong chuckled and said, "No need to announce it, my master isn't home."

"Then where did he go?" Dongwanggong pressed.

"I don't know," Huang Tong said, shrugging. "Master went out to travel and hasn't come back. Before he left, he told us to watch over the house and not let any stray cats, dogs, or other random people barge in."

Cats and dogs, unorthodox methods...

The Eastern King's face turned black.

He, the head of all male immortals, has been reduced to "a nobody" in this boy's mouth? What a scoundrel!

"How dare you!" Star Crown Taoist roared.

"How dare you, mere children, disrespect His Majesty?!"

Song Tong curled his lip: "Whether it's respect or not, let's talk about getting out of this fog first."

After saying this, the two boys swayed and were about to disappear into the mist.

Dong Wanggong finally couldn't hold back any longer.

"You two, stop right there!" he roared, and a pure Yang sword appeared in his hand, its light shining brightly as it pointed directly at the two boys.

"I'm taking this island today! If you know what's good for you, get out of the way, or else..."

Huang Tong turned around and made a face: "Otherwise what?"

Without further ado, the Eastern King Duke unleashed a sword strike!

The pure Yang sword light tore through the mist, carrying a majestic and righteous aura that ruled over all yang, and slashed straight at Huang Tong's face!

With this sword strike, Dong Wanggong used seventy percent of his strength. Although he was arrogant, he was able to listen to the Dao at Zixiao Palace, and his cultivation was indeed at the early stage of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm. This sword strike was enough to split mountains and shatter seas, and shake space and time.

However, Huang Tong neither dodged nor avoided it; he simply opened his mouth and spat out a fruit pit with a "poof".

The fruit pit met the sword's gleam.

"Bang!"

With a muffled thud, the Pure Yang Sword Light... shattered.

It shattered like glass, scattering in pieces.

The Eastern King's pupils suddenly contracted!

Not only him, but all seven of his followers were stunned. A mere child, spitting out a fruit pit, shattered the sword light of a Great Luo Golden Immortal?!

Huang Tong clapped his hands and said with a grin, "Is this all the skill you have? You dare to challenge my master's formation? Song Tong, teach them a lesson."

Song Tong nodded and snapped his fingers.

"Snapped!"

With the snap of his fingers, the surrounding chaotic mist suddenly surged up, transforming into countless chains of mist that bound towards the eight members of the Eastern King!