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

Chapter 23 The Demon Race is Captured

The next place to conduct an imperial inspection tour.

This is Langlang Mountain.

This is an inconspicuous little hill, with neither spiritual veins nor immortal herbs. The only local specialty within a hundred miles is a kind of wild boar with thick skin and delicious meat.

Pigskin Deng, the king of wild boars in Langlang Mountain, was standing on the highest crooked tree on the mountaintop, staring intently with his small eyes at the auspicious cloud that was getting closer and closer on the distant horizon.

He is a wild boar spirit.

To be precise, it was a wild boar spirit that had cultivated for 80,000 years and had just reached the threshold of becoming a Taiyi Golden Immortal.

His demon core wasn't large, his magic wasn't powerful, and he wasn't very bright.

But he has one advantage: he runs incredibly fast.

"Your Majesty! The people of the Celestial Court have arrived!" A little wild boar rushed up the mountain in a panic.

"I saw it! I saw it!" Pigskin jumped down from the tree, his mountain-like body slamming into the ground with a thud.

"Men, are you all packed up?!"

"All packed! All my belongings are packed!"

"Have all the children been gathered?!"

"Everyone's here! 108,672 people, not one missing!"

"Alright!" Pigskin waved his hand, his hoof tracing a resolute arc through the air. "Run! Run!"

More than 108,000 wild boars, some as big as calves and some as small as winter melons, swarmed down the north slope of Langlang Mountain, their hooves thundering and dust obscuring the sky.

The scene was absolutely spectacular.

A scout from the Celestial Court reported to the Eastern King Duke: "Your Majesty, the entire wild boar clan of Langlang Mountain has fled."

The Eastern King frowned: "How many fled?"

"Approximately 100,000 people fled towards the Northern Sea."

"So it's Beiming. No wonder." Dongwanggong sneered as he looked north.

"This is the demon race's lair again. No need to pursue them. Once I, the Emperor, have razed the Northern Underworld to the ground, where can they run to?"

"Next place."

Wan Yao Palace

This is the largest demon market in the eastern part of the prehistoric continent, covering an area of ​​millions of miles, where millions of demons gather to trade, cultivate, and exchange ideas.

Here you'll find rabbit demons selling elixirs, bull demons refining weapons, old turtles imparting cultivation techniques, and crows peddling information—truly a place where all sorts of people gather, encompassing everything.

When the Eastern King's army arrived above the Palace of Ten Thousand Demons, the market was already in chaos.

"Run! The Celestial Court has come to capture demons and steal their elixir!"

"My elixir stand! My goods!"

"Don't push! Don't step on me!"

Cries, curses, crashes, and shattering sounds mingled together in a boiling pot of porridge.

The Eastern King stood atop the clouds, looking down at the ant-like demon race below, his eyes devoid of any pity.

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He raised his hand.

The celestial light descended, transforming into a massive light curtain that enveloped the entire Myriad Demon Palace.

"You demons are uncivilized, devouring each other's demon cores and using your own kind for sustenance."

The voice of the Eastern King Duke was like thunder rolling in the sky.

"Such barbaric behavior is no different from that of beasts!"

"Today, I, the Emperor, represent the Way of Heaven—" He took a deep breath, his voice suddenly rising in pitch.

"Clean house!"

As soon as he finished speaking, more than a hundred Grand Luo Immortal Officials behind him attacked in unison!

Sword light, blade aura, talismans, and magical treasures rained down on the Ten Thousand Demon Palace below!

"boom!!!"

Smoke and dust filled the air, and the earth shook.

When the smoke and dust cleared, the once-prosperous Wanyao Palace was reduced to ruins.

Of the millions of demons, less than 30% escaped; the rest were either captured or buried under the ruins.

The Eastern King nodded in satisfaction.

"Captured demons and bring them back to the Celestial Court to serve in various departments. Those who resist shall be executed on the spot."

"Next place."

It was a month or so later when the news reached Beiming.

The main hall of the Beihai Ice Palace.

"Report! Report!!!"

A bird demon stumbled and scrambled into the hall, its voice cracking: "Your Majesty! Terrible news! The Celestial Court's army has swept across the Primordial Continent! The entire Qingqiu Fox Clan has been captured, the Wild Boar Clan of Langlang Mountain has suffered more than half its losses during their escape, the Ten Thousand Demon Palace has been razed to the ground, and countless demons have been killed, wounded, or captured!"

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The hall erupted in chaos instantly.

"This is outrageous!"

Ji Meng drew his trident with a clang, his eyes burning with a fighting spirit that was almost tangible.

"Your Majesty! This humble general requests permission to fight! Let those scum of the Celestial Court taste the might of my demon race's divine weapons!"

Yingzhao spread his wings and said in a deep voice, "This humble general is willing to be the vanguard!"

Feilian, Jiuying, and other warmongers volunteered for battle, and the crowd in the hall was filled with excitement, as if they were about to rush out and fight the Celestial Court to the death.

On the other hand, Qin Yuan frowned.

She was slender and had a beautiful face. She spoke softly, her voice not loud, yet it silenced the surrounding noise for a moment: "Have you all considered—how many Grand Luo Golden Immortals has the Celestial Court mobilized this time?"

"According to the scouts," Bai Ze said in a deep voice.

"Approximately one hundred and twenty."

"One hundred and twenty Great Luo Immortals," Qin Yuan said calmly.

"How many Great Luo realm cultivators have my Northern Darkness Demon Clan reached?"

The hall fell silent.

Bai Ze was silent for a moment: "Including His Majesty, there are nine in total."

According to the original timeline, the demon race currently occupies the Demon Heavenly Court, enjoying its fortune; there are countless demon gods, demon saints, and great Luo immortals.

With nine Great Luo numbers, Qin Yuan fell silent.

But that silent contrast has left the warmongers feeling like they have a fishbone stuck in their throats.

Bai Ze took a deep breath and turned to the throne.

"Your Majesty, what should we do now?"

Kunpeng propped his forehead with one hand, his eyes still closed, and lazily uttered five large words: "Hang up the white flag of truce."

"Why is Your Majesty acting this way!" Ji Meng exclaimed anxiously.

"To be cowardly before even engaging in battle—is this the demeanor of a true ruler!"

Kunpeng finally opened his eyes, looked at Ji Meng, and said expressionlessly, "Why don't you give it a try?"

Ji Meng was speechless.

He may be warlike, but he's not stupid.

One hundred and twenty against nine? Only a fool would go and die.

Just then, a clear, arrogant voice suddenly rang out from outside the hall: "Let's try! Who's afraid of who!"

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a crimson beam of light land in front of the hall and transform into a human form.

The newcomer was a young man with red hair and red eyebrows. His body was filled with a murderous aura that surged like flames, and nine ferocious bird phantoms could be vaguely seen behind him.

His aura was sharp and arrogant, as if he feared nothing.

It was none other than the newly surrendered great demon of Beiming—Guiche.

Guiche, a nine-headed divine bird, is said to be able to spew world-destroying poisonous fire. He is a Grand Luo Golden Immortal in the early stage and has only recently emerged from the mountains, not yet having suffered a severe beating from the Celestial Court.

Bai Ze's eyelids twitched, and he quickly said, "Fellow Daoist Ghost, please wait a moment."

But the ghost carriage had already turned around, its light soaring into the sky, heading straight south.

Why are you doing this so quickly?

They're in a hurry to be reborn.

Bai Ze froze for a moment, then shouted, "Quick! Quickly prepare the best healing pills!"

Chaos erupted inside the hall.

Half an hour later.

The ghost train is back.

To be precise, it was sent back.

The Celestial Guards who escorted him back were very polite. They tossed him to the border of the Northern Underworld and thoughtfully stuck a note on his forehead: "Thank you. Send more next time; we won't have enough to fight."

The ghost chariot lay on the ice, covered in blood. Of the nine ferocious bird phantoms behind it, only six remained. The other three had been shattered by the two large fists of the Star Crown Daoist.

It really broke.

The crowd hurriedly carried him into the hall, stuffing pills into his mouth like they were free. Guiche was still conscious, but his eyes were vacant, and he kept muttering, "Two slaps—just two slaps—my head—my head—oh bang—and just like that, he flew up."

That arrogant arrogance has been completely extinguished.