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

Kunpeng was completely immersed in creation, becoming unable to extricate himself, and began to enjoy the process.

The deep blue light around the throne grew stronger and stronger.

One after another, demonic characters appeared, hovering in the air and slowly rotating.

They seem to be connected in some way, vaguely forming a complete system.

Bai Ze and Fu Xi had long since stopped recording and deducing; they were simply staring at the scene in awe, their eyes filled with shock and reverence.

The other demons inside the hall held their breath, not daring to even breathe loudly.

They could sense that these emerging words resonated with something deep within their blood.

That was... the dawn of civilization.

Time passed, I don't know how much.

finally.

Three thousand demonic characters floated in the Ice Palace, illuminating every devout face.

Kunpeng opened his eyes and looked at the three thousand characters he had created, a strange sense of satisfaction welling up in his heart.

Just then.

"Buzz!"

Above the Northern Sea, the originally gray sky suddenly cracked open, revealing the endless void behind it.

Immediately afterwards, boundless golden light poured down from the crack!

The golden light was pure, vast, and warm, carrying the solemn aura unique to the Heavenly Dao, and also mixed with the merits of the Heavenly Dao!

Golden light, like a waterfall, cascaded down into the Northern Sea, piercing through the ice palace dome and precisely enveloping Kunpeng.

More accurately, it was shrouded in those three thousand demonic characters.

Under the wash of the golden light of merit, the demonic script became more solid and profound. Each character seemed to come alive, trembling gently in the air and emitting a silent resonance.

Subsequently, most of the merits were absorbed into the demonic script, while a small portion flowed out and split in two:

The largest portion, about 70%, flowed into Kunpeng's body. As the creator of the demonic script, he deserved this credit.

The second portion, about 30%, went to Bai Ze and Fu Xi.

As the merit entered his body, Kunpeng felt warm all over, his cultivation bottleneck began to loosen, and his understanding of the Great Dao became clearer.

Bai Ze and Fu Xi exchanged a glance, both seeing the ecstatic joy in each other's eyes. Merit! This was the most valuable currency in the primordial world!

"Fellow Daoist, we did the right thing. We should do this more often in the future."

After a long while, the golden light of merit slowly dissipated.

The cracks in the sky have healed, and the Northern Sea has returned to peace.

But inside the ice palace, the atmosphere had completely boiled over.

"Long live Your Majesty!"

"The demonic script has appeared! Heaven blesses the demon race!"

"Our demon race shall rise! It shall rise!"

The demons were so moved that tears welled up in their eyes, and they all knelt down in worship.

Kunpeng sat on the throne, feeling the increasing power within his body and the clearer understanding of the demonic script, his mood was complicated.

He glanced at the demons kneeling throughout the hall, then at Bai Ze and Fu Xi beside him, who were dancing with excitement.

Finally, he looked up and gazed outside the palace, his gaze seemingly piercing through the icy plains, looking towards the celestial court atop Mount Buzhou.

"Now..." Kunpeng muttered to himself, a helpless, bitter smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"I can't help but want to become the Demon Emperor..."

The demonic script has been created, and the merits have been bestowed.

His destiny, that of the Kunpeng, is now completely intertwined with that of the demon race.

Alas, his dream of making salted fish has been shattered, beyond repair.

Meanwhile, in the Celestial Court.

Above the Lingxiao Palace, the Eastern King Duke sat high on the imperial throne, wearing a purple-gold nine-dragon robe, a crown with star-studded tassels, and holding a dragon-headed cane.

This scepter, bestowed upon him by the Dao Ancestor, has now been refined into his natal treasure. The dragon eye at the scepter's head constantly radiates pure yang immortal light, as if it were a living thing.

Inside the hall, celestial officials stood in rows on both sides.

On the left is Xingguan Daoren, a "celestial elder" promoted by Dongwanggong from his followers in Zixiao Palace.

On the right are the scattered immortals of the primordial world, the great cave dwellings and sects who have successively served over the past thousand years, and even a few demon kings who have returned from the chaos of the demon race.

An unprecedented storm of factionalism is sweeping across the entire prehistoric world.

The eye of the storm was the Eastern King Duke and the Celestial Court he established.

During this thousand years, the Eastern King Duke accomplished several major feats:

First, it fictionalizes the Queen Mother of the West.

Using his authority as the "ruler of male immortals in the primordial world," Dongwanggong frequently interfered in the affairs of female immortals under the guise of "yin-yang harmony and joint governance by men and women."

First, he "assisted" the Queen Mother of the West in managing the female immortals, and then gradually installed his confidants to erode her power.

The Queen Mother of the West was kind and gentle, and initially tried to communicate with him, but the King Father of the East went too far. Recently, he even proposed to merge the "List of Female Immortals" and the "List of Male Immortals" and have them managed by the Celestial Court.

The Queen Mother of the West was furious and decided to seclude herself in the Jade Pool of Kunlun and no longer concern herself with outside affairs.

Taking advantage of the situation, the Eastern King Duke announced that "the Western Queen Mother has devoted herself to cultivation and has entrusted this Emperor with the duties of the female immortal temporarily," which can be considered a semi-public seizure of the female immortal's power.

Second, integrate the forces of the primordial world.

Under the banner of "Heavenly Order," the Eastern King Duke demanded that all sects, independent cultivators, and clans in the prehistoric world "register" with the Celestial Court and receive a "Celestial Register Jade Token."

It is ostensibly to "regulate the spiritual community and prevent the infiltration of evil spirits and heretics," but in reality, it is to establish a register for easier control.

Those who obey are granted official positions in the Celestial Court, as well as elixirs and magical treasures; those who disobey are either reprimanded for "insubordination" or, in more serious cases, directly dispatched by the Celestial Court's army for "rectification and cleanup."

Third, a combination of appeasement and deterrence should be used.

For powerful figures like the Three Pure Ones and Emperor Yi, who possessed formidable strength and profound backgrounds, the Eastern King adopted a "respectful but distant" attitude, sending several politely worded "invitations," which were ignored by the other party, so he gave up.

But he wasn't so polite to those sects and independent cultivators of moderate strength—they either had to submit to him or be branded as rebels who "deviated from the way of heaven."

After a thousand years of development, the Celestial Court has begun to show signs of becoming a "primordial orthodox" place.

The Lingxiao Palace hosts daily court assemblies, with celestial officials coming and going in droves, and government decrees reaching all corners of the land.

Today's court assembly was unusually somber.

The Eastern King spoke, his voice echoing in the hall, carrying an unquestionable majesty.

"My lords, the primordial world has been in chaos for too long. The cultivation of living beings is disordered, the strong prey on the weak, and evil spirits proliferate. This is not what Heaven desires."

He slowly rose, holding a dragon-headed cane, and walked down the imperial steps one by one.

"I, by the personal appointment of the Dao Ancestor, am hereby granted the authority over male immortals, temporarily managing the affairs of female immortals, and acting as Heaven's representative to tour the world and govern the primordial wilderness."

The Eastern King Duke's gaze swept over the immortals in the hall.

"After a millennium of integration, the Celestial Court is complete. Now, it is time for all living beings of the primordial world to understand—"

He stopped and slammed his cane down heavily!

"We are the representatives of Heaven's will in this world!"

The sound was like thunder, shaking the hearts and minds of the celestial officials inside the hall.

The Eastern King's eyes gleamed with a fiery light, a mixture of ambition, lust for power, and overconfidence.

"Looking at all living beings in the primordial world, although there are trillions upon trillions of cultivators, most are like clay chickens and earthen dogs, living in a daze, unaware of their destiny and the Way of Heaven!"

His tone became increasingly impassioned.

"Since they refuse to be taught, then I—will teach them to submit!"

"I am here on behalf of Heaven to inspect the realm, not to invite you to dinner!" The Eastern King Duke raised his dragon-headed staff high, and the staff emitted bursts of divine light.

"We're going to strike hard! Let's see who dares to defy us now!"

The hall was deathly silent.