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

Chapter 28 is quite energetic; don't let it lose points!

The music was grand and solemn, as if thousands of instruments were playing at the same time, yet it was harmonious and unified, without any sense of disorder.

Amidst the music, one could vaguely see celestial flowers falling and golden lotuses emerging, as a golden road stretched out from the depths of chaos.

Immediately afterwards, a bright red car sped off down the Golden Avenue!

The chariot was three zhang tall and five zhang wide, its entire body a pure gold, radiating brilliant sunlight amidst the chaos.

The car body is covered with flowing patterns, each line seemingly containing the ultimate truths of the universe.

A huge relief is carved on the carriage shaft, in which a figure radiating golden light can be vaguely seen on a futon in the Zixiao Palace.

Before the divine chariot, nine maidens dressed in golden feather robes, each holding a magic lamp, lined up to clear the way. They were beautiful and ethereal, each radiating a pure, sun-like aura.

Following the divine chariot was a young girl with dragon horns on her head, also holding a divine lamp, with a dignified demeanor.

The entire procession was incredibly grand.

As the divine chariot slowly landed in the square in front of the Zixiao Palace, everyone could see the two people inside.

In the driver's seat, a young man dressed in a golden crow feather robe sat lazily, a smile playing on his lips.

Beside him sat Nuwa.

Everyone was stunned.

After a brief silence, someone couldn't help but exclaim in a low voice, "How come this person is even more imposing than the Eastern King Duke? This is going to be good!"

"That car—the relief on that car, it looks like him?!"

"How come Fellow Daoist Nuwa is with him?"

"Haven't you heard? They knew each other during the last sermon—"

Whispers rose and fell.

The Eastern King's face instantly darkened.

He was just talking at length about the "majesty of the Celestial Court" and "the mandate of heaven," but in the blink of an eye, this "wild bird" stole the show.

Among the Three Pure Ones, Yuanshi Tianzun frowned but said nothing.

Lao Tzu kept his eyes closed, as if he hadn't heard anything.

Tongtian, on the other hand, looked at the divine chariot with great interest, his eyes full of curiosity.

On the demon race's side, Bai Ze's eyes lit up.

He tugged at Kunpeng's sleeve and transmitted his voice, "Your Majesty, look—that's Fellow Daoist Di! The three-legged golden crow of the Sun Star! A golden crow!"

Kunpeng glanced at him: "So?"

"So—" Bai Ze lowered his voice.

"Why isn't the Golden Crow considered a demon?"

Kunpeng paused for a moment, then turned his head expressionlessly to look at the magnificent divine vehicle.

On the divine chariot, Di Yi happened to glance in his direction.

Their eyes met for a fleeting moment in mid-air.

Di Yi raised an eyebrow slightly, revealing a meaningful smile.

Then he withdrew his gaze, helped Nuwa out of the carriage, and swaggered toward the gate of Zixiao Palace.

Behind him, nine maids gathered the magic lamps and followed in a line.

Dragon Girl Ao Xin put away the divine chariot, transformed into a golden light, and disappeared into Di Yi's sleeve.

Throughout the entire process, Di Yi never glanced at Dong Wang Gong.

It was as if that "Lord of the Celestial Court" was not worth even a glance from him.

The expression on Dongwanggong's face could no longer be described as "gloomy".

His hand, gripping the dragon-headed cane, was bulging with veins and his knuckles were white.

Just then, a shout of "Insolence!" rang out.

A loud shout rang out.

The Star-Crowned Daoist stepped forward from the crowd, rushing to Di Yi in three strides. He pointed a finger at Di Yi's nose, his face flushed red, and spittle almost landed on Di Yi's face: "You—you dare to ignore the great being! The Supreme Light! The Supreme Starlight! The sole ruler of all things! The origin of all paths in the primordial world! If the primordial world had not given birth to me, Emperor, all paths would have remained in eternal darkness! Without me, Emperor, in the primordial world, all living beings would be lost! The Primordial One!"

Xingguan Daoren didn't stop praising her, showering her with compliments one after another, using a whole repertoire of words. It was as if she had been holding it in for a long time, and now she was finally letting it all out.

He desperately needs to perform.

As a celestial master of the Celestial Court, and the first general to dare to charge ahead in battle, he knew that his position was entirely due to the appreciation of the Eastern King.

Just now, Emperor Yi ignored the Eastern King Duke. In his view, this was a trampling on the majesty of the Celestial Court and the very foundation upon which he depended for survival.

Moreover, in his mind, the Eastern King Duke was already the head of the male immortals personally appointed by the Dao Ancestor, ruling over the male immortals of the primordial world and patrolling on behalf of Heaven. How revered was that?

So what about the Three Pure Ones? So what about Nuwa and Fuxi? So what about the two Western beings? And what is this scruffy bird called Di Yi?

The Eastern King didn't speak, but the slight upturn of his lips clearly indicated tacit approval—or even encouragement.

Having received the signal, the Star-Crowned Taoist became even more arrogant.

Several independent cultivators nearby, eager for a good spectacle, chimed in, "Well done! Very spirited!"

"Don't lose points!"

"That's right, get your act together! Get your act together!"

The three-piece set for igniting fire, one set after another.

Encouraged by this praise, Xingguan Daoren puffed out his chest and almost poked Di Yi's nose with his finger: "You..."

Emperor Yi finally made a move.

He tilted his head slightly, his gaze falling on the face of the Star-Crowned Taoist.

That look in his eyes was contemptuous and languid, as if he were looking at a noisy grasshopper.

Then, a half-smile appeared on his lips.

"Suckling."

He made a sound.

It wasn't a whistle, but the kind of sound you make when calling a dog back. It was a sucking sound, short, flippant, and undisguisedly teasing.

The Star-Crowned Taoist was stunned.

His mouth was open, but the long speech he had prepared was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't utter a single word.

"Suckling"?

What does this mean?

He instinctively turned around, wanting to see the Eastern King's reaction.

But before he could turn around, he yelled, "Hahahaha!!!"

A burst of laughter erupted from the demon race's side.

Guiche laughed so hard he almost fell over, clutching his stomach, tears welling up in his eyes.

He strode out, pointed at the Star-Crowned Taoist, and laughed so hard he could barely breathe: "Hahahaha! What's that sound! It sounds strangely like someone calling their own pet! Hahahaha!"

He hasn't forgotten those two slaps when he first debuted.

The Star-Crowned Taoist used two large fists to smash three of his heads, leaving him lying on the ice, wondering if he was a demon. This wasn't right; how could he be so strong?

He held onto this grudge forever.

Now that we have the chance, we should ridicule them mercilessly.

After laughing enough, Guiche straightened up and mimicked Di Yi's earlier actions, saying to Xingguan Daoren, "Come here, come on, be good—hahahaha!"

On the demon side, Bai Ze was suppressing a laugh, his shoulders shaking. Ji Meng, on the other hand, was laughing so hard he was slapping his thigh.

Qin Yuan covered his mouth, his eyes curving into crescents. Even Ying Zhao, who was usually serious, twitched at the corner of his mouth.

Suppressed laughter could be heard from the rogue cultivators who refused to submit to the Celestial Court.

"puff----"

"Cough, cough cough————"

Some people couldn't help but laugh, but dared not laugh too obviously, and their faces turned red from holding it in.

On the Sanqing side, Tongtian burst out laughing, his voice loud and undisguised.

Yuan Shi frowned and said in a low voice, "Third brother, tone it down."

But the corners of his mouth were clearly slightly upturned.

The Taoist priest's face turned pale and then flushed.

He stood there, his fingers still outstretched, unsure whether to retract them or not.

The laughter around him felt like needles pricking him, making him wish he could disappear into the ground.

"You—you filthy bird!" he shouted angrily, pointing at Di Yi.