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

Chapter 27, Lecture 2 begins

Inside the Temple of the Sun, the sound of flutes filled the air, and the aroma of tea wafted through the air.

Emperor Yi lay on the soft couch, enjoying the service of the maids, looking as content as a cat that had basked in the sun.

Nuwa sat opposite him, holding a jade cup in her hands, occasionally sipping tea brewed with the essence of the sun, her posture elegant and composed.

The two remained silent for a moment, neither of them rushing to speak.

Finally, it was Di Yi who broke the silence.

He set down the jade cup, looking at her with a half-smile. "Fellow Daoist Nuwa, you have so much free time to come over, you wouldn't happen to want to watch me sleep, would you?"

Nuwa smiled slightly: "I've come to deliver the Sun Chariot. By the way—thank you, Fellow Daoist Emperor, for the gift of cattails."

"this one?"

"That's it."

Di Yi stared at her for three breaths, then suddenly smiled.

"Okay, I received the item, and I like it very much."

He lay back down and waved his hand.

"After you've delivered the things, you can go back. Do you want me to give you a ride?"

Nuwa: "————"

The atmosphere was a little awkward.

She paused for a moment, then spoke: "Actually—it was my brother who asked me to pass on a message."

Di Yi raised an eyebrow: "Oh?"

Nuwa carefully chose her words: "He said, 'You, the three-legged golden crow, are also a kind of demon.'"

Upon hearing this, the Emperor sat up straight immediately.

"Stop!" He gestured with his hand, his expression serious.

"What does it mean that 'the three-legged golden crow is also considered a demon'? Who defined the demon race? Who gave them the right to define it?"

Nuwa blinked.

Di Yi continued, "Fellow Daoist Fuxi, you're trying to drag me into this mess, but unfortunately, I'm perfectly fine on the shore. The water's too cold; I won't go in."

He lay back down, his tone resolute: "Besides, I was born from the Sun Star, a primordial deity. If we're talking about lineage, I should be considered a member of the Phoenix Clan."

"What, a phoenix?"

Nuwa was shocked. The Phoenix Clan, they can undergo Nirvana, can you?

Just as Nuwa was about to say something, a grand and solemn voice came from beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, piercing through the flames of the Sun Star and clearly resounding in the ears of every primordial being: "The second sermon at Zixiao Palace is about to begin. Those who are destined may come and listen."

It was Hongjun's voice.

Di Yi's eyes lit up, and he sat up abruptly.

"Great!" he blurted out.

"Finally, I can get rid of this cough cough, I mean, I can finally hear the sermon. I love hearing the sermon. I feel uncomfortable all over if I don't hear the sermon."

He rolled off the bed, straightened his robes, and looked at Nuwa: "A thousand years have passed so quickly. The sermon has begun again. Let's go listen to the sermon."

Nuwa also stood up: "Leave now?"

"Yes." Di Yi walked up to the Sun God Chariot, patted the body, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Perfect timing, I'll ride in this amazing car you gave me. It's a new car, good luck on the road."

He turned to look at Nuwa, a bright smile on his face: "Together?"

Nuwa nodded slightly.

Di Yi snapped his fingers: "Ao Xin, Jin Yi and Jin Er, prepare the car!"

A moment later, outside the Temple of the Sun.

Ten figures stood in a row, with Ao Xin at the head and nine Golden Crow maidens following closely behind. Each of them held a sun lamp in their hands, the flames inside flickering and emitting a soft golden light.

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The sun chariot was already suspended in mid-air, with the array patterns on its body slowly flowing and flames faintly rising.

Di Yi helped Nuwa into the car, and then sat in the driver's seat. Although the car did not actually need to be "driven" and could be propelled by magic, he felt that this was more ceremonial.

"Walk!"

With a thought, the Sun Chariot shuddered violently, then transformed into a golden streak of light, breaking through the fiery barrier of the Sun Star and speeding towards the Thirty-Three Heavens!

Wherever the divine chariot passed, the true fire of the sun automatically parted, as if respectfully seeing off the king on his journey.

Behind the carriage, several maids, each holding a divine lamp, lined up to see him off, their lights casting a dazzling golden trail in the air.

When the divine chariot rushed out of the edge of the sun star.

It illuminated Fuxi's helpless face perfectly.

He sat cross-legged in the void, waiting with a resentful expression, when suddenly he was blinded by the golden light and instinctively raised his hand to shield his eyes.

When the light subsided, he could see clearly: an incredibly magnificent divine chariot emerged from the Sun Star, with his sister, who had an annoying smile, and that even more annoying Golden Crow at the front.

"Sister!" Fuxi quickly stood up and waved.

"I'm here! Take me with you—"

Before the words were even finished, the divine chariot had already transformed into a streak of light and disappeared into the horizon.

Only a string of Emperor Yi's laughter remained, faintly echoing: "Fellow Daoist Fuxi, fly slowly—we'll go first."

Fuxi: "————"

He stood there, frozen, watching the golden light recede into the distance, his expression a fascinating mix of emotions.

"I—I—"

He took a deep breath, which finally turned into a long sigh. Resigned to his fate, he mounted his escape light and flew alone towards the Thirty-Three Heavens.

In front of the Zixiao Palace.

Compared to the grand occasion of his first sermon, the number of attendees this time was significantly smaller.

The first time I came, the square was bustling with people, numbering as many as three thousand.

This time, however, there were only about two thousand people standing there sparsely.

Of the thousand who disappeared, some perished in the ancient conflicts of the past thousand years, some went into seclusion and never emerged, and some—perhaps felt that their comprehension was insufficient and that coming here would be a waste.

Those still standing here today are mostly "elites" who broke through to the Great Luo Golden Immortal level when they first heard the Dao.

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The Three Pure Ones still stood in the front row, Laozi closed his eyes to rest, Yuanshi stood with his hands behind his back, and Tongtian was talking quietly with an acquaintance next to him.

The Eastern King Duke stood a little distance away, surrounded by seven or eight celestial officials from the Celestial Court.

He wore a crown adorned with stars and tassels, a purple-gold robe with nine dragons, and carried a dragon-headed cane, displaying an air of grandeur that surpassed anyone else's.

At this moment, he was speaking eloquently to several rogue cultivators around him: "I, acting on behalf of Heaven, have toured the realm, and the primordial world is at peace, all thanks to the protection of Heaven! Do you know how many rogue cultivators the Celestial Court has subdued and how many unruly demons it has rectified in the past thousand years?"

Those rogue cultivators could only smile awkwardly and nod repeatedly.

The Eastern King Duke became increasingly animated as he spoke, his voice rising several decibels: "In the primordial era, the strong prevailed, and the weak perished! Those who defied the Celestial Court's commands will ultimately be eliminated by history! This is the inevitable trend, the mandate of heaven!"

He spoke passionately, his spittle flying everywhere.

Not far away, Yuan Shi's lips twitched, and his eyes flashed with undisguised contempt.

"A clown jumping around." He uttered the four words softly.

Tongtian leaned closer and whispered, "Second brother, do you think he'll put on airs in front of the Dao Ancestor again later?"

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Yuanshi sneered: "Go ahead and set things up. The more elaborate the setup, the faster you'll die."

On the other side, the demons huddled in a corner.

Several powerful demons, including Bai Ze, Ji Meng, Ying Zhao, and Qin Yuan, were present, but the atmosphere was noticeably oppressive.

A small area was left empty around them, not because others were deliberately distancing themselves, but because they themselves felt ashamed to face others.

Kunpeng stood at the very front, expressionless.

His gaze swept over the celestial officials not far away, then over the indifferent, apathetic rogue cultivators, and finally landed on the spirited face of the Eastern King Duke.

They didn't say anything.

His gaze, however, grew even colder.

Bai Ze leaned closer to him and whispered, "Your Majesty, that scoundrel Dongwanggong—"

"Ignore him," Kunpeng interrupted him.

"Listening to the sermon is of utmost importance."

Bai Ze nodded and said nothing more.

Just then.

Suddenly, a magnificent celestial melody drifted from the distant chaos.