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

Chapter 24 The Buddhist Kunpeng

Fuxi stood aside and witnessed the whole thing.

He looked at the ghost chariot lying on the ice bed with its eyes lifeless, then at the bewildered demon clan leaders in the hall, and finally glanced at the Kunpeng on the throne, who was propping his forehead up with a salted fish-like expression.

Fuxi couldn't help but tug at Bai Ze's sleeve and transmitted his voice, "Brother Bai Ze, tell me honestly—"

"What's wrong, Brother Fuxi?"

"Is this place a huge pit?"

Upon hearing this, Bai Ze was taken aback: "What makes you say that?"

Fuxi pointed at the Kunpeng on the throne, his expression indescribable: "Look at him, he doesn't resemble a demon emperor at all! He's practically a salted fish! The kind that's dried, salted, and can't wait to be eaten!"

He became more and more excited as he spoke, hoping to jolt Bai Ze to his senses: "To put it bluntly, with the current setup of our Beiming—we could even push Brother Bai Ze to be the Demon Emperor! If that's not possible, we could tie a dog to the throne; it would be more motivated than him!"

Bai Ze's lips twitched: "Fellow Daoist Fuxi, be careful what you say—"

"What words should I be careful about!" Fuxi cried out in anguish.

"I'm doing just fine on Buzhou Mountain, cultivating and discussing the Dao with my sister. Life is peaceful and serene!"

Just because a divination predicted the rise of the demon race, I eagerly came to assist the Demon Emperor, and what was the result?

He pointed at the Kunpeng, then at the chaotic demon race inside the hall: "So, all I got was to hear this Demon Emperor say 'Hold the truce' sign, and watch my fellow Ghost Road players get their three heads smashed by two giant shovels! What am I after? His good reputation, or the future he'll give me?"

Bai Ze remained silent for a long time before saying in a low voice, "The deduction is correct. The demon race is indeed destined to rise, and the demon emperor is indeed destined for this. But I am still searching for the problem."

Fuxi took a deep breath.

"Forget it, I'm not going to argue with you about this." He lowered his voice.

"Let's find some outside help."

"foreign aid?"

"Yes." A glint of light flashed in Fuxi's eyes.

"I'm going to find my sister."

Bai Ze was taken aback: "Fellow Daoist Nuwa?"

Fuxi nodded, a hint of pride in his voice: "My sister possesses unparalleled wisdom and beauty, and her understanding of the Dao of Creation is unmatched in the primordial world. Perhaps she can deduce a way to break this deadlock."

Bai Ze hesitated for a moment: "Fellow Daoist Nuwa—are you willing to get involved in this kind of thing?"

"How will we know if we don't try?" Fuxi gritted his teeth.

"It's better than just standing here staring at a salted fish!"

The two exchanged a glance and reached a consensus.

They turned and walked side by side to the throne.

"Your Majesty," Bai Ze said, bowing.

"Your subject and fellow Daoist Fuxi wish to temporarily leave the Northern Darkness for a period of time."

Kunpeng finally lowered his hand from his forehead, a rare hint of interest appearing on his face: "Oh? Where to?"

Fuxi then spoke.

"Go to Tianzhu Mountain to find my sister Nuwa and discuss a strategy to defeat the enemy."

Kunpeng's eyes lit up.

It truly brightened, as if we saw the dawn in the darkness, as if a salted fish had seen the ocean.

He sat bolt upright, his voice rising three octaves: "Sure enough! Go now! Don't come back!"

The tone, the expression, the eager wave of his hand.

It couldn't be more obvious.

Bai Ze:

Fuxi:

The demons inside the hall:

You demon emperor, could you at least try to hide your expression?!

Fuxi took a deep breath, grabbed Bai Ze, and turned to leave, afraid that if they were a step too slow, Kunpeng would personally escort them up Mount Shang.

A moment later, two streaks of light rose from the Northern Underworld Ice Palace and sped south without looking back.

On the throne, Kunpeng let out a long sigh of relief, slumped back in his chair, and wore a relieved smile.

"Finally, some peace and quiet!"

Buzhou Mountain is the sacred site of Nuwa.

The temple is located on a secluded cliffside at the southern foot of Buzhou Mountain, backed by a towering cliff and facing a sea of ​​clouds and pine trees.

Although this place is still shrouded in the oppressive power of Pangu, Nuwa has lived here for many years and has long since laid down layers of restrictions to weaken the oppressive power to the point that it does not hinder her daily activities.

At this moment, a peculiar sound echoed inside and outside the dojo: "Clang clang clang".

"Da da da da da".

"Sizzle—Sizzle—"

If any fellow Daoist were to pass by this place, they would inevitably be curious about what Fellow Daoist Nuwa is doing.

Just kidding, how could any fellow Daoist come here?

However, if you go inside and take a look, you will find out.

Nuwa was creating things.

Oh, at this point, some readers will surely ask: Did Nuwa create humans?

Anyone who asks this question knows absolutely nothing about Nuwa.

All they talk about is having babies. Don't they know anything else besides having babies?

Nuwa cultivated the laws of creation, capable of creating all things and giving birth to all spirits, far beyond just the human race.

She is incredibly skillful and insightful; creating living beings, stars, mountains, rivers, or even a whole world would be just a matter of time for her.

What she is building right now is a car.

No, it's not an ordinary car.

It is the Sun God Chariot.

In the center of the temple, on a three-zhang square white jade platform, the outline of a divine chariot already stands majestically.

The vehicle body is cast from the copper of Shouyang Mountain. It is the essence of copper mother that Nuwa personally climbed Shouyang Mountain and mined from the deepest part of the mine. It took eighty-one days to gather all the copper.

The wheels are two-wheeled, with the hubs made from the branches of the Fusang deity.

A thousand years ago, after their parting at Zixiao Palace, Emperor Yi casually gifted her three hibiscus branches and a "Sun God Pearl".

At the time, Teiichi said, "I'll give you some materials to build cars. If you need more, just ask me."

Nuwa initially agreed, but upon returning home, she became increasingly serious about it.

If you promise something, you have to do it.

And so this practice continued for a thousand years.

It wasn't that her weapon-forging skills weren't fast enough; it was that she was too much of a perfectionist.

Anything that doesn't fit her vision must be scrapped and started over.

At this moment, she is carrying out the final step of the process.

Nuwa held a carving knife made from her own feathers, leaning over the chariot shaft, the tip of the knife gliding lightly and steadily across the bronze surface.

She is carving patterns.

Carefully sculpt a painting.

The blade moves with delicate and fluid movements.

On the left side of the carriage shaft, the outline of the Zixiao Palace gradually emerged: the dome was high and wide, the Taoist aura flowed, and three thousand prayer cushions were neatly arranged.

On the right side of the chariot shaft were silhouettes of three thousand Purple Heaven guests: the Three Pure Ones sat upright, Nuwa was in a divine state, Zhunti and Jieyin closed their eyes in concentration, Zhen Yuanzi held the Earth Book in his hands, Hongyun scratched his ears and cheeks, and Styx was surrounded by a sea of ​​blood surging around him.

The center of the carriage shaft is the focal point of the image.

A young man sat on a golden futon.

He wore a golden crow feather robe, his black hair flowed down his shoulders, and his handsome face carried a hint of unruliness.

His entire body shone with golden light, and the golden wheel of merit behind him shone as brightly as the sun, illuminating the entire Zixiao Palace as if it were daytime.

He was high above, looking down on all living beings.

His laugh was arrogant and irritating.

After Nuwa finished carving the last stroke, she straightened up and examined her work with satisfaction.

The knife work is exquisite, the lines are smooth, and the expressions are captured with great precision, especially that smug smile, which is so lifelike, almost divine.

She looked at it for a moment, then her cheeks flushed slightly. She quickly looked away, pretending to examine the patterns elsewhere.

"That's about right—" she murmured to herself, her voice filled with an expectation she herself was unaware of.

"This is an amazing creation. I hope you like this gift."

She reached out and gently stroked the relief on the car body.