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

Emperor Yi strode into the temple.

The interior decoration is simple yet luxurious, with the floor covered in sun-gold and the beams made of hibiscus wood, radiating a warm and bright golden light everywhere.

In the center of the main hall, there was a huge soft couch covered with the fur of some kind of fire-attribute divine beast, which looked very comfortable.

Di Yi lay down on the soft couch without any hesitation and let out a long sigh.

"This feels so good, this is what life should be like."

He closed his eyes and said lazily.

"Come here, Ao Xin, give me a back massage. All those years of cultivation, wasn't it all for the sake of enjoying yourself?"

Ao Xin obediently responded, walked to the bedside, clenched her little fist, and gently massaged Di Yi's back.

The force was just right, and the technique was surprisingly professional.

"Who taught you this technique?" Di Yi asked curiously.

"I figured it out myself," Ao Xin said while pounding the fist.

"Sometimes when I get tired from practicing, I give myself a massage, and I get the hang of it as I keep doing it."

After enjoying the moment, Di Yi suddenly opened his eyes and looked Ao Xin up and down at her elegant gold dress.

"Your clothes... are too plain." He stroked his chin.

"It doesn't suit the character of my Temple of the Sun."

"Huh? Then... what should I wear?" Ao Xin asked blankly.

With a thought, the Emperor reached into the Primordial Pearl and rummaged through it—over the years he had amassed too many treasures, including all sorts of strange and unusual materials.

Soon, he found a piece of "Heavenly Silkworm Cloud Brocade" and took out a few strands of "Sun Gold Threads". With a casual twist, a golden light of creation flashed.

A piece of clothing appeared in his hand.

It was a long black and white dress with a flared skirt, a white apron tied around the waist, lace trim at the neckline, and a white headdress—a standard maid's outfit.

It's just an improved version of the original: the materials are celestial silk brocade and sun gold thread, which are fireproof, waterproof, dustproof, and curse-proof, and can also automatically regulate the temperature.

Although the design has a quirky and eccentric style, the workmanship is exquisite, and there is even a faint ethereal glow.

"Here, change into this." Di Yi handed the clothes to Ao Xin.

Ao Xin took the clothes, unfolded them, and her face flushed red.

"This, this... I'm so embarrassed!" Her ears turned red.

"How can I possibly wear this out?"

"What's wrong with wearing it at home?" Di Yi said confidently.

"Besides, this is a 'Sun God Temple Maid's Uniform' that I specially designed for you, representing your status!"

After hesitating for a long time, Ao Xin looked at the clothes and then at Di Yi's unquestionable expression, and finally ran into the back hall with the clothes in her arms.

A moment later, she walked out hesitantly.

The black and white maid outfit fit her surprisingly well. Her long blonde hair, adorned with a white headdress, gave her a playful and adorable look. However, her flushed face betrayed her inner embarrassment.

"Not bad, not bad," Di Yi nodded in satisfaction.

"That's more like it."

Ao Xin covered her face, her voice barely audible: "Master... your taste... is so strange..."

"That's called fashion, you wouldn't understand."

Emperor Yi waved his hand and lay down again.

"Keep hammering."

Ao Xin had no choice but to continue providing services.

Di Yi closed his eyes to enjoy the moment, but in his heart he was thinking: The Temple of the Sun is so big, it's still too lonely with just him and Ao Xin.

His gaze swept outside the hall and landed on the sacred Fusang tree.

The nine sun fruits on the tree, after thousands of years of nurturing, have become plump and ripe, each one like a small sun, radiating pure solar essence.

"I've got it!" Di Yi's eyes lit up.

He got up and walked out of the temple to the hibiscus tree.

"Old tree, can I borrow a few fruits from you?"

The Fusang Divine Tree shook its branches and leaves in agreement—after all, it had plenty of fruit, nine every ten thousand years, more than it could use.

Emperor Yi raised his hand and used the Enlightenment Technique from the "Primordial Creation Dao Scripture" on the nine sun fruits on the tree.

This time, he was more experienced and his technique was more skillful.

Golden light surged from his fingertips, splitting into nine streams that disappeared into the nine fruits.

The fruit begins to glow, deform, and stretch...

A moment later, nine fruits fell from the branches and transformed into nine maidens upon landing.

Nine girls, each dressed in a golden feather robe, with pretty faces but different temperaments, all exuding a pure solar aura, and all at the peak of the Golden Immortal realm.

"Greetings, Master." The nine men bowed in unison, their voices clear and melodious.

Emperor Yi stroked his chin, looking at the nine newly appointed Sun Maidens, feeling quite pleased with himself.

"From this day forward, you will be the handmaidens of the Temple of the Sun."

He waved his hand.

"As for the names... let's call them Kim Il, Kim Il, Kim San... all the way up to Kim Jiu. Simple and easy to remember."

The nine girls exchanged glances, but still obediently replied, "Yes, sir."

Emperor Yi returned to the temple with nine new maids.

When Ao Xin saw that there were nine more sisters all of a sudden, she was first stunned, and then she became happy.

Di Yi lay back down on the soft couch, pointing to his shoulders, legs, and back:

"Come on, all ten of you, divide the work. Two massage backs, two rub shoulders, two massage legs, two fan, and two serve tea and water."

He thought for a moment and added, "Oh, right, Kim Gu, go see if you can find any musical instruments to play some upbeat tunes. It should have a touch of romance, you know."

The ten maids looked at each other, but in the end they obediently did as they were told.

Soon, soothing music filled the temple, and Di Yi lay on the soft couch, enjoying the music with his eyes closed.

"Ah, that feels so good..." Di Yi sighed with his eyes closed.

"This is what a heavenly life is like."

Cultivation? Treasure hunting? Domination? Scheming?

Nothing beats the pleasure of lying down and enjoying yourself!

Just as he was about to fall asleep.

A magnificent voice echoed from the primordial land, piercing through the Thirty-Three Heavens, and even reaching the Sun Star:

"Heaven's will is above, and the primordial world bears witness! Today, I, the Eastern King, stand here—the Celestial Court!"

"To govern all male immortals of the primordial world and maintain order in the immortal path! The Celestial Court is established!!!"

His voice was full of energy, brimming with self-satisfaction and arrogance.

Inside the temple, the music stopped.

All ten maids looked at Emperor Yi.

Emperor Yi opened his eyes, a playful smile playing on his lips.

"Dongwanggong...Xianting..." he repeated softly, then waved his hand lazily.

"Jin Jiu, keep playing the flute. Ao Xin, keep massaging."

"But sir," Ao Xin whispered.

"The Eastern King has established a Celestial Court! Aren't you going to go and take a look?"

"Why are you looking at him?" Di Yi closed his eyes again.

"A clown, just because he found a good spot, thinks he can rule the world?"

"Let him jump around." He rolled over and adjusted his position comfortably.

"Someone will take care of him sooner or later."

"Us," Di Yi's voice was tinged with a relaxed and carefree air.

"Just enjoy it. Play the music, let it play. Keep the massage going."

"Let's just watch this primordial chaos unfold."

The flute music resumed, gentle and soothing.

The ten maids continued to perform their respective duties.

Emperor Yi lay on the soft couch, and amidst the melodious music and comfortable massage, he gradually drifted into a pleasant light sleep.

Outside the Temple of the Sun, the true fire of the sun still burns fiercely.

The changing winds and clouds over the primordial land seemed to have nothing to do with this temple engulfed in flames for the time being.

At least that's what Di Yi thinks.