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

The atmosphere was as cold as the Arctic ice.

The gazes of both groups, as sharp as tangible swords, were fixed on Dong Wanggong.

The air seemed to freeze, and even the howling winds that constantly swept across Buzhou Mountain seemed to pause for a moment.

Dongwanggong felt as if he had been thrown into the lair of primordial beasts, surrounded by snarling monsters.

The seven followers behind him were in even worse shape; the two with weaker cultivation levels were already trembling in their legs and their faces were pale.

Just then, Bai Ze suddenly tugged at Kunpeng's sleeve, his voice carrying just the right amount of anxiety and incitement:

"Your Majesty, Demon Emperor! If you don't act soon, our demon race's ordained Jade Palace will be seized by that tyrannical and despicable Eastern King Duke!"

Those around him, including the demon generals Shang Yang and Ji Meng, immediately understood and echoed his sentiments:

"Yes, Your Majesty! Make your move!"

"This is the opportunity for our demon race to rise; how can we allow outsiders to interfere?"

"Your Majesty! Display your imperial might!"

The Kunpeng, disheveled and in a sorry state, was internally devastated.

What did Kunpeng do to deserve this? He's just an ordinary salted fish.

He was cultivating diligently in the North Sea when he was inexplicably given the title of "Demon Emperor" and has been relentlessly pursued since birth.

I finally managed to come and listen to a sermon, but I was blocked at the entrance of Zixiao Palace.

Now look what's happened! They've been dragged to the foot of Buzhou Mountain, and tens of thousands of demons are begging them to fight the Eastern King Duke? It's like they're determined to fight to the death.

Moreover, although the eight people on Dongwanggong's side didn't seem like much, they were all people who had listened to the Dao at Zixiao Palace, and their cultivation level was at least at the peak of Taiyi Golden Immortal.

On our side? Bai Ze and Fu Xi are considered two strong fighters; the rest of the demon race are just a rabble!

Kunpeng opened his mouth, as if to say something, but found himself sandwiched between the gazes of both sides, and could not even speak properly.

On the Wu tribe's side, Dijiang stroked his chin, glanced thoughtfully at Dongwanggong, then at Kunpeng surrounded by demons, and suddenly grinned:

"This Dongwanggong... doesn't seem like a good guy. He's using the chicken feather given to him by Hongjun as a command. If he really takes over the Heavenly Court, he'll probably be pointing fingers at us every day."

Houtu nodded slightly: "Elder brother is right. The Heavenly Court is formed from the pure energy of Father God's head, and its status is extremely high. If it is occupied by people with wicked intentions, it may not be a blessing for the prehistoric world."

Zhu Rong was the most direct. She clenched her fist, her knuckles cracking, and said, "Then what are we waiting for? Let's beat this damned Eastern King Duke up with the demons and throw him out! We, the Wu tribe, will settle our own affairs behind closed doors!"

The meaning behind these words is quite clear: first, join forces with the demon race to drive away the Eastern King Duke, and then "discuss" the issue of the Heavenly Court's ownership with the demon race.

Upon hearing this, the Eastern King's face turned green.

Two groups are trying to join forces against him?!

He quickly raised the dragon-headed staff in his hand, one of the symbols of authority bestowed upon the "Head of Male Immortals" by Hongjun. The dragon head of the staff held a pearl in its mouth, exuding the pure aura of the Heavenly Dao.

"Do you want to fight?!" Dong Wanggong shouted, his voice stern but his heart filled with fear.

"I am the head of all male immortals, personally appointed by the Dao Ancestor, and I rule over all male immortals in the primordial world! This is the decree of Heaven! How dare you be so insolent?!"

He tried to intimidate people by invoking the Dao of Heaven and the name of Hongjun.

But which of the witch clan and the demon clan would fall for this?

Zhu Rong spat out a mouthful of saliva, sending sparks flying.

"Pah! You're making a big deal out of nothing! Who do you think you are? The Dao Ancestor appointed you as the head of the male immortals, but he didn't appoint you as the head of the witch clan."

The Eastern King was trembling with rage: "You, you all..."

Behind him, the Star-Crowned Taoist secretly transmitted his voice:

"Your Majesty, the situation is dire... All twelve Ancestral Witches of the Witch Clan are present. Although the Demon Clan is diverse, their numbers are too great. If a battle truly breaks out, we..."

The words were left unsaid, but the meaning was clear: if you can't win, retreat quickly.

But the Eastern King was unwilling to accept this!

The Heavenly Court was right before him; it was the best foundation for him to establish the Celestial Court and truly rule the prehistoric world!

If you miss this opportunity, who knows when you'll be able to find the entrance again!

Just when he was caught in a dilemma, the Kunpeng, cornered against the wall, finally erupted.

"Enough!!!"

With a roar, carrying the pressure of a Great Luo Golden Immortal, the surrounding rocks tumbled down.

Kunpeng flung away Bai Ze and Fuxi's hands, and his aura suddenly surged!

A deep blue light surged from his body, and a breathtaking scene appeared in the void behind him.

On the left side is a giant fish of unknown size, with a dark blue body and star-like scales, swimming in the endless abyss of the North Sea, capable of swallowing thousands of miles of ocean with a single gulp!

On the right side is a mythical roc with wingspan that blots out the sky. Its eyes are like lightning, its wings hang down like clouds, and wind and thunder surge between its flapping wings, as if it could swallow the sun whole!

The phantoms of the fish and the roc overlapped and merged, eventually transforming into the sinister yet majestic face of the true Kunpeng.

The Kunpeng Devours the Sky and Consumes the Sun!

This is the innate divine power inherited from the Kunpeng bloodline. Once manifested, it has the power to devour the heavens and the earth!

Although his current cultivation level is not yet sufficient to truly unleash its power, the domineering aura originating from the chaotic beast has already made everyone present shudder.

Bai Ze's eyes lit up, his voice trembling with excitement: "Fellow Daoist Kunpeng... no, Your Majesty the Demon Emperor! You truly possess the bearing of a Demon Emperor! My path is not lonely, the demon race is not lonely!"

Fuxi clapped his hands in praise: "Such a majestic presence is truly befitting the king of all demons!"

On the Wu tribe's side, Dijiang raised an eyebrow: "Oh, this is rather interesting."

Zhu Rong scoffed, "Fancy and flashy, good to look at but useless."

The Eastern King's face grew even uglier.

He found himself completely isolated. The witch clan disliked him, the demon clan regarded him as an enemy, and even the Kunpeng in the middle, who had been forced to take action, now manifested his Dharma form with terrifying power, clearly not someone to be trifled with.

Besieged on three sides!

Just when tensions were running high and a conflict was about to erupt.

"Buzz—"

A deep, ancient hum, seemingly existing since the beginning of time, came from the very top of Buzhou Mountain.

Everyone looked up at the same time.

Suddenly, the clouds and mist dispersed from the towering summit of Buzhou Mountain, which had been shrouded in chaotic winds and the oppressive power of Pangu for many years.

No, it's not that the clouds have parted and the fog has cleared.

It is some kind of existence that slowly emerges from the depths of endless time and space, from the pure essence of the universe after the fall of the great god Pangu.

It was a... palace.

No, not one, but a whole area!

The magnificent palaces and pavilions stretch endlessly, with white jade as their foundation, purple gold as their pillars, stars as their tiles, and clouds as their curtains.

The palaces and towering halls stretched as far as the eye could see.

Its scale and solemnity surpass even those of the Zixiao Palace!

Jade Palace!

Heaven!

The orthodox form of the pure energy from the head of the great god Pangu, a symbol of the supreme authority in the primordial world!

At this moment, it finally revealed its true form to all living beings in the primordial world!

"The Heavenly Court... has manifested!" Bai Ze was so excited he almost fainted.

"The calculation is correct! The calculation is correct!"

Fuxi, his breathing quickened, exclaimed, "This is the place ordained by Heaven for the rise of the demon race!"

The eyes of the Wu tribe members burned with desire. This was the transformed head of the Father God, and this place should rightfully belong to the Wu tribe!

The Eastern King's eyes turned red.

What a stroke of luck! An incredible stroke of luck!

He no longer cared about the witch clan or the demon clan, or the Kunpeng Dharma Image. The dragon-headed cane in his hand burst forth with dazzling pure yang immortal light, and his whole body transformed into a golden rainbow, rushing straight towards the entrance of the Heavenly Court!

"So what if you're an emperor?! I, the Eastern King Duke, will today reside in the Immortal Palace, establish the Purple Mansion State, and rule the primordial world!"

His voice was sharp with excitement, resounding through the sky.

"The Heavenly Court—is mine!!!"

His movement was like igniting a powder keg.

"Stop him!" Dijiang roared.

"Your Majesty, act quickly!" Bai Ze screamed.

Zhu Rong had already unleashed a punch, the fiery fist imprint tearing through the sky and chasing straight after Dong Wang Gong's back!