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

Chapter 26 Fuxi: Actually, I can also be a female Daoist.

The Sun is so big, so very big.

Looking into the distance, that eternally burning star occupied half of the sky, its golden flames surging like a vast ocean, and its intense heat could be felt even from billions of miles away.

The closer you get, the brighter the light and the higher the temperature. Even ordinary Taiyi Golden Immortals would have to exert all their strength to resist it.

Fuxi pulled Nuwa along, pushing their escape light to its limit, almost burning their magical power as they charged forward.

"Faster, faster!" Fuxi muttered as he flew, his face showing a sense of urgency.

"The Sun Star is just ahead! Fellow Daoist Emperor, I've come to show you my sister's Sun Chariot!"

He spoke with such sincerity that anyone who didn't know better would have thought he was a well-meaning bystander who had come to deliver a gift.

But Nuwa glanced at her brother, knowing perfectly well: what gift-giving? He was clearly trying to use this opportunity to drag Di Yi into the mess and help the demon race deal with the Celestial Court.

"What's the rush?"

Nuwa said slowly.

"How can I not be anxious!" Fuxi blurted out, then realized his mistake, coughed twice, and said seriously.

"Well, what I mean is—we need to deliver the gift as soon as possible to show our sincerity. After all, this is the culmination of your thousand years of hard work, sister, and we can't afford to delay it."

Nuwa was too lazy to expose him.

The streaking light continued to fly.

Finally, the sun was close at hand. The sea of ​​fire stretched endlessly, its golden light so blinding it was almost impossible to open one's eyes.

Fuxi squinted, just as he was about to plunge in.

There was a buzzing sound.

A soft golden light rose from the edge of the sun star, forming a light curtain that steadily blocked Fuxi's path.

The light barrier was not intense, even somewhat gentle, yet it contained a certain insurmountable power of law.

Fuxi charged headlong into it, but it was like hitting cotton; he was gently bounced back.

"Huh? What happened?"

Fuxi steadied himself and looked at the light screen in front of him with a puzzled expression.

Just then, a voice came from the light screen in front of them, and the sighing face of the Fusang Divine Tree appeared.

"Scanning in progress, biological gender is male, fellow Daoist."

Fuxi was taken aback.

"So what?"

"It's nothing, Sun Star, men aren't welcome."

Fuxi: "————"

He was stunned for three breaths before he realized what those words meant.

"What do you mean male Daoist friends are not welcome?!" Fuxi pointed to his nose, his voice rising 108 degrees.

"The Sun Star practices gender discrimination?! I've lived all these years and this is the first time I've ever heard of such a rule!"

The voice of the Fusang Divine Tree slowly and deliberately rang out: "Sorry, discrimination is invalid. My master loves beautiful women, but you are not beautiful; you are a man."

Fuxi almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

"You—how dare you talk like that, tree?!"

However, for the sake of the demon race, he changed his mind again, his face flushed, and said, "I... I can actually be a female fellow cultivator, it's just that you didn't notice!"

Upon hearing this, Nuwa chuckled beside her.

Fuxi glared at her and continued speaking to the Fusang Divine Tree: "Look at my face, it is both gentle and strong, and neither male nor female, indistinguishable from the natural order. As the saying goes, yin and yang give birth to each other, and male and female transform into each other. Today, to show my sincerity, it is not unreasonable for me to temporarily change my gender—"

The Fusang Divine Tree remained silent for a moment.

That silence carried a profound sense of "I'll see how long you can keep this up."

A moment later, the voice rang out again: "————I didn't realize you were so agile, you could jump around quite a bit."

Fuxi remained expressionless: "Does what I said mean we can go in now?"

"Let me see."

The Fusang Divine Tree seems to be scanning something.

Fuxi waited expectantly.

A moment later.

"The Sun Star does not welcome male fellow cultivators."

Fuxi: "————"

He took a deep breath and pointed to Nuwa beside him: "And what about the one next to me?"

"Oh, she's a beautiful young lady." The voice of the Fusang Divine Tree was noticeably more cheerful.

"It's Nuwa, a friend of my master. Please come in."

The light screen flickered slightly, opening a portal in front of Nuwa.

Nuwa covered her mouth and chuckled, then patted Fuxi on the shoulder: "Brother, you wait for me here. I'll go deliver the carriage, and while I'm at it—I'll sound out what's going on for you."

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Fuxi's eyes lit up: "Probing? Probing what?"

"That's it—" Nuwa blinked.

"What you've been saying about the demon race, the demon emperor, and all your little schemes."

Fuxi blushed and coughed dryly, saying, "What ulterior motives? I have no ulterior motives at all—"

Nuwa smiled, ignored him, and turned to step into the light curtain.

Fuxi subconsciously took a step in line.

"Bang."

The light screen bounced him back without any politeness.

"Then I can go in too, she's my sister!"

The voice of the Fusang Divine Tree drifted over: "Sorry, just because she's your sister doesn't mean you can get in."

Fuxi: "————"

He stood in the void at the edge of the Sun Star, watching Nuwa's figure disappear into the depths of golden flames, his face filled with the words "I refuse to accept this."

But the light curtain remained as firm as a rock, showing no intention of yielding.

Fuxi took a deep breath and sat down cross-legged.

We'll wait.

Anyway—as long as my sister gets in, that's all that matters.

The moment Nuwa stepped onto the Sun Star, she was slightly shocked by the scene before her.

It wasn't the intense heat of the sun's true fire—with her cultivation level, this flame wouldn't harm her in the slightest.

It's that palace.

Amidst a golden sea of ​​flames, a magnificent temple, entirely forged from the essence of the sun, stands majestically. The plaza in front of the temple is as smooth as a mirror, while behind it, gardens and pavilions are faintly visible. The entire palace blends perfectly with the surrounding flames, as if it were a natural creation that grew out of the sun itself.

Above the main entrance of the temple, four large characters are written in a vigorous and elegant style: Temple of the Sun.

The handwriting was neat yet unrestrained, clearly the work of Di Yi—although she had never seen Di Yi write, this style was all too familiar.

Just as Nuwa was about to step forward, the temple gate creaked open.

Ten figures filed out.

Leading the group was a young girl dressed in a black and white dress, with white jade dragon horns on her head and a pretty face; it was Ao Xin.

Behind her followed nine girls dressed in golden feather robes, each with their own unique beauty, yet all possessing the same gentle and charming temperament.

The ten people bowed in unison: "Welcome, Fellow Daoist Nuwa, to the Temple of the Sun!"

Nuwa blinked.

This scene is rather grand.

Ao Xin raised her head and said with a smile, "Master said we have distinguished guests today and asked us to come out and greet them. Fellow Daoist Nuwa, please come in. Master is already waiting inside."

Nuwa nodded and followed them into the temple.

The interior of the palace was even more magnificent than the exterior.

The ground was covered with sun-gold, the beams were made of hibiscus wood, and the walls were inlaid with various rare and precious jewels and jades, radiating a warm glow.

In the center of the main hall, Di Yi was reclining on a huge soft couch.

He wore a loose golden robe, his black hair was casually draped over his shoulders, one hand propped up his head, and the other held a jade cup containing some kind of pale golden liquid, which he was slowly drinking.

The faint sound of a flute still echoed throughout the hall, light and melodious.

When the Emperor saw Nuwa enter, his eyes lit up. He sat up, his smile radiant: "Fellow Daoist Nuwa, you've arrived! Please, have a seat—no, please come to the couch! Come, come, there's a place here. I just picked some Vermilion Fruit from the Sun, would you like to try some?"

Nuwa stared at this scene, momentarily stunned.

He then burst out laughing.

"Fellow Daoist Emperor." She sat down opposite him, took the vermilion fruit offered by the maid, and curiously looked around.

"You're living too comfortably, aren't you?"

Di Yi leaned back, lying down again, and said with a smile, "After cultivating for so many years, wasn't it all just for enjoying myself?"

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