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

The Eastern King was greatly alarmed and hurriedly activated the Pure Yang Sword, its light transforming into a barrier to protect his body.

The seven people behind him also unleashed their own abilities, their magical treasures flashing wildly.

But those misty chains were incredibly strange; they pierced right through the light of the magical artifact and wrapped themselves around their bodies.

Once entangled, one feels their magical power stagnate, becoming limp and unable to move!

"What... what kind of evil heresy is this?" the Taoist in blue exclaimed in horror.

Huang Tong floated in front of Dong Wang Gong, reached out and poked his protective immortal light, and said with a smirk:

"What evil heretics? This is the 'Three Talents Chaos Returning to Origin Formation' set up by my master. With your cultivation level, you can't even break through the first layer of the formation, yet you want to force your way in?"

The Eastern King was both shocked and furious. He struggled desperately, but the more he struggled, the tighter the chains became.

"Who...who are you all?!" he asked through gritted teeth.

Song Tong slowly said, "My master's name is Di Yi."

Emperor Yi? !

Dong Wanggong's mind went blank for a moment.

That Golden Crow that shone brightly in Zixiao Palace, snatched prayer mats, and even dared to extort the Three Pure Ones?!

That person who looked at him with such disdain, as if he were a fool?!

The Eastern King Duke lamented inwardly, "I didn't check the almanac before I left home!"

"Damn it, damn it, how did this scruffy bird end up on our territory?!"

He now completely understood why the authority sensing had failed, why the formation was so sinister, and why the child attendants were all so powerful...

Because this is Emperor Yi's territory!

That guy who possesses countless treasures, has bizarre cultivation techniques, and whose antics are even tolerated by saints!

"Retreat! Retreat now!"

Without hesitation, Dong Wanggong gritted his teeth and burned a trace of his original essence blood. The Pure Yang Sword shone brightly and barely broke through several chains of mist.

Seeing this, the seven people behind him also fought desperately, each using their own means to save their lives.

In an instant, the formation was filled with flashing lights and constant booming sounds.

Huang Tong and Song Tong didn't stop them, and just sat on the cloud watching the play, occasionally offering their comments:

"That guy in blue has good escape skills, but unfortunately he went the wrong way."

"Tsk tsk, burning your life essence, how ruthless."

"The master said that guests are welcome, so just teach them a lesson, don't kill them."

The eight men, including the Eastern King, were so shocked by what they heard that they vomited blood, but they dared not linger and rushed out with all their might.

Finally, after sacrificing a thousand years of cultivation, they emerged from the mist in a disheveled state.

Looking back, the chaotic mist remained as calm as ever, as if everything that had just happened was an illusion.

"Your Majesty, we..." The Star Crown Daoist's face was pale and his breath was weak.

The Eastern King's face was ashen, and his chest heaved violently.

What a shame! What a shame!

He, the dignified head of male immortals, was actually beaten so badly by two gatekeepers that he fled in a sorry state without even seeing the main character!

But reason told him that forcing his way through was out of the question. The formation was too strange, and those two boys were far too powerful—unreasonably powerful!

"Emperor Yi, Emperor Yi..." Dong Wanggong gritted his teeth and uttered the name, his eyes flashing with resentment.

After a moment, he took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

"Since the Three Immortal Islands already have an owner, let's find another place."

"Dong Wanggong said in a deep voice."

"The primordial world is vast, with countless blessed lands and grotto-heavens; it doesn't necessarily have to be here."

The Taoist priest in green robes cautiously asked, "But Your Majesty, where is there a place more suitable as the foundation of the Celestial Court than the Three Immortal Islands?"

The Eastern King remained silent.

Yes, the Three Immortal Islands were formed from fragments of chaos, possessing unparalleled spiritual energy in the primordial world. Their secluded location makes them easy to defend and difficult to attack, making them the perfect choice for establishing a power.

but now……

Suddenly, the Star-Crowned Taoist spoke.

"Your Majesty, I have learned some divination methods from Bai Ze, and I have heard that... atop Mount Buzhou, at the summit of the thirty-sixth heaven, lies the Jade Palace, which was transformed from the head of the Great God Pangu after he created the world. It is the central hub of the myriad realms, and its status and fortune are even greater than those of the Three Immortal Islands!"

"Jade Palace?" The Eastern King's eyes lit up.

"Exactly!" Xingguan Daoist continued.

"That is where the Heavenly Court is located! If we can occupy the Heavenly Court and make it our celestial court, that would be true 'rule over the primordial world,' and our status would be supreme!"

The Eastern King was tempted.

The Heavenly Court! That is the legitimate authority, formed from the head of Pangu!

If he could occupy the Heavenly Court, then his title of "Head of Male Immortals" would truly be well-deserved, and he might even... go even further!

"Are you sure?" Dongwanggong pressed.

"I have calculated it many times, and the Heavenly Court does indeed exist, but its entrance is hidden and difficult for ordinary people to find."

Xingguan Daoren affirmed

"But with Your Majesty's authority, perhaps you can sense the guidance of Heaven."

After pondering for a moment, the Eastern King Duke finally made up his mind.

He waved his sleeve. "Very well, let's go to Buzhou Mountain! To find the Heavenly Court!"

The eight people changed direction and sped towards Buzhou Mountain.

……

At this moment, the foot of Buzhou Mountain was already bustling with activity.

Bai Ze and Fu Xi, one on each side, were "supporting" the livid-faced Kunpeng as they stood in front of the Wu tribe.

Behind them were tens of thousands of mountain spirits and wild monsters of varying degrees of transformation—or, they should now be called demons.

Opposite them were the twelve ancestral witches, led by Dijiang and Houtu, as well as hundreds of powerful and imposing great and lesser witches.

Two groups of people are facing off.

Bai Ze earnestly advised Kunpeng, "Your Majesty, endure this temporary hardship for eternal blessings! The Jade Palace is located atop Mount Buzhou, the Heavenly Court of the Demon Race ordained by Heaven! Once we ascend and establish the Heavenly Court, you will be the true Demon Emperor!"

Kunpeng's face was contorted in pain: "I told you! I'm not the Demon Emperor! You've mistaken me for someone else! Let go! Let go!"

Fuxi chimed in, "Fellow Daoist Kunpeng, destiny cannot be defied. Look at this compass, this aura, this fate... Who else but you could shoulder this great responsibility?"

"You are the Demon Emperor."

The demons earnestly advised, "You are the destined Demon Emperor."

Dijiang crossed his arms and watched the farce with great interest.

Behind him, Zhurong, the Ancestral God of Fire, grinned and said, "These little rascals are quite troublesome. But... when they talk about the Heavenly Court, is it that place above us?"

Houtu nodded: "It should be so. Zhou Mountain is the spine of the Father God, and the top is the transformed head of the Father God, so it should be the orthodox lineage of the primordial world."

"We can't let them go up there. The heavens and the land there should also belong to our Wu tribe."

Just as the two sides were at an impasse.

In the distance, eight streaks of light sped towards them and landed not far away.

It was Dong Wanggong and his entourage.

As soon as Dongwanggong landed, he saw this spectacular scene: on one side were tens of thousands of demons, on the other side were hundreds of witches, and in the middle was a Kunpeng with a look of utter despair.

Then, he looked up at the towering peak of Mount Buzhou.

The Star-Crowned Taoist pointed excitedly to the mountaintop: "Your Majesty! It's there! The Jade Palace, the Heavenly Court! We've finally arrived!"

The Eastern King was greatly encouraged, and with his head held high, he was about to declare, "This land belongs to my Zifu Prefecture."

Suddenly, he felt the gazes of two groups of people fall on him simultaneously.

The atmosphere suddenly became subtle.