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

Chapter 29 The Emperor's Incomprehensible Words to Bai Ze

Di Yi raised an eyebrow.

He spoke slowly and deliberately. "What, you want to fight?"

The moment the words fell.

"Buzz!"

A golden light of merit suddenly burst forth from behind him!

The golden light was so dazzling that it almost solidified, and it was even brighter than when it was in the Purple Cloud Palace a thousand years ago!

Wherever the light passed, everyone subconsciously squinted. Some rogue cultivators at the early stage of the Great Luo realm, whose cultivation was slightly weaker, even took two steps back and raised their hands to shield their eyes.

No one knows that the clone that Di Yi left behind in the West has been painstakingly repairing the spiritual veins for the past thousand years.

The Western continent is so vast that even after a thousand years, only a small portion can be restored.

But greatness means a continuous flow of merit; every bit of the merit given by the "Hongmeng Creation Dao Scripture" went into his account.

The golden light of merit at this moment is more radiant, brighter, and more dazzling than it was a thousand years ago.

"What...what is this light?!"

"Merit! So much merit! So much?!"

""

"It's blindingly bright! Stop shining! We know how powerful you are now."

When the star-crowned Taoist was illuminated by the golden light, his entire figure was frozen in place.

His mouth was agape, his eyes stinging from the stinging sensation. He instinctively tried to back away, but his feet seemed rooted to the spot.

"I—I—" His lips trembled, and he couldn't finish a sentence.

It's too bright.

This golden light was brighter than any merit he had ever seen.

It's even brighter than that time at Zixiao Palace! What has that scruffy bird been doing all these past thousand years?!

"I can't take it anymore, I'm going to—go—" he murmured, finally closing his eyes and turning his head away.

Another burst of laughter erupted around them.

The Eastern King's face turned ashen.

He coughed loudly, his voice deep and rumbling like thunder: "Cough cough!"

The Star-Crowned Taoist priest seemed to wake from a dream and slunk away to the side.

The Eastern King Duke gave Di Yi a deep look, his eyes filled with anger, fear, and an extremely strong killing intent.

Emperor Yi, Emperor Yi.

You just wait and see.

One day, I will find a way to become a saint and destroy you once and for all.

He took a deep breath, suppressing all his emotions, and coldly uttered two words: "Enough. Go inside."

After saying that, he flicked his sleeves and walked towards the gate of Zixiao Palace.

Xingguan Daoist and the others quickly followed.

As the Three Pure Ones passed by him, Yuanshi gave him a meaningful look.

That look was as if he were looking at a clown whose performance was about to end.

Just as Di Yi was about to take a step, two figures approached.

"Big brother!"

"Big brother is amazing!"

Zhunti and Jieyin stood on either side, their faces beaming with smiles.

Zhunti's eyes sparkled: "Big Brother, that 'sucking' sound just now was absolutely amazing! That Star-Crowned Taoist's face was like a chameleon, changing again and again!"

Jieyin nodded in agreement: "As expected of my elder brother. What kind of lousy Celestial Court Master is he? He's nothing but a piece of clay and earthenware."

Emperor Yi waved his hand, both amused and exasperated: "Alright, alright, let's go in."

Just as he was about to leave, his hand was suddenly grabbed.

Looking back, it was Bai Ze.

Bai Ze's eyes were fixed intently on him.

That gaze, so eager and focused, as if he were looking at some rare treasure. It made Di Yi's heart pound with unease.

What's going on? Why are you staring at me?

Meanwhile, Bai Ze's inner thoughts were churning:

If only he were the demon —

Unfortunately, fate was not on his side.

Bai Ze took a deep breath and spoke in a low voice, "Fellow Daoist Di Yi, seeing your imposing aura, could you—could you help the demon race?"

The emperor looked at him.

Looking at this face, which should have belonged to his subject in the original timeline.

Then I recalled the fate of the demon race over the past thousand years—the massacre of Qingqiu, the escape of Langlang Mountain, the razing of the Wanyao Palace to the ground, and the trillions of demons in Beiming living in constant fear, even the nouveau riche Dongwanggong could not withstand it.

I seriously doubt whether Beiming can afford to support trillions of demons.

This is all? The Lich Wars? And they're going to fight the Witch Clan?

Di Yi suddenly found it both funny and poignant.

So be it.

For the sake of my own peaceful endeavors, and to avoid being forced into the position of Demon Emperor and being schemed against, I should still offer some guidance.

He patted Bai Ze on the shoulder and slowly said, "Unite the forces that can be united, and fight strength with strength. Make as many friends as possible and as few enemies as possible."

Build high walls and store plenty of grain.

He paused, looked at Bai Ze, and said meaningfully, "You should understand what I'm saying, Fellow Daoist Bai Ze."

Bai Ze was stunned.

He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but his mind went completely blank.

"Understand—know?"

Of course he doesn't understand.

What does it mean to "unite forces that can be united"? Who can be united? What does it mean to "fight force with force"? How does it work? What does it mean to "make many friends"? Who are friends? What does it mean to "build high walls and store up grain"? The demon race doesn't even have a decent city wall right now!

Di Yi offered no explanation.

He simply smiled, his gaze passing over Bai Ze and landing on the solitary figure not far away.

Kunpeng.

The demon emperor, who had been forcibly brought up, was now standing alone at the edge of the crowd, looking at them expressionlessly.

Bai Ze, Ji Meng, and the others around him were all moving forward, but he remained at a distance.

That figure was lonely, distant, and seemed ready to leave at any moment.

When the Emperor looked at him, he suddenly remembered the "glorious deeds" of this person in the original timeline—on the eve of the Lich War, this sorcerer simply ran away, leaving Emperor Jun and Taiyi to clean up the mess.

Kun Paopao, his name is well-deserved.

That won't do.

He's gone. Who will take over the position of Demon Emperor?

Emperor Yi took a step and walked up to Kunpeng.

Kunpeng frowned slightly, looking at him warily.

Di Yi smiled brightly and began with a set of words: "Fellow Daoist Kunpeng, when Heaven is about to place a great responsibility on a person, it will first test their will, strain their muscles and bones, starve their body, empty their resources, and thwart their actions, so as to strengthen their resolve, cultivate their patience, and increase their abilities."

Kunpeng:

What nonsense is this?

Di Yi continued: "Fellow Daoist, you bear the destiny of the demon race. At this critical moment, you should uphold your true self and forge ahead. Know that only through trials and tribulations can true heroes be revealed; only through hardship and adversity can you be tempered and perfected."

Kunpeng frowned even more deeply.

He felt that the person was saying something, but it also seemed like he wasn't saying anything at all.

Di Yi knew perfectly well what was going on:

I'm saying all this just to keep you from running away.

You think you can just run away because you can't win? Where do you think you can run to? Beiming is your home. If you lose your home, where can you run to?

So—you're going to be imprisoned, you demon emperor.

Don't worry, it's always been yours.

Di Yi's smile widened, and he reached out to pat Kunpeng on the shoulder: "When you have time, let's exchange some ideas on morality."

Kunpeng looked at him and remained silent for a long time.

Finally, he slowly nodded.

"----good."

Emperor Yi withdrew his hand with satisfaction and turned to walk towards the gate of Zixiao Palace.

Behind him, Bai Ze was still standing there, pondering those words with a blank expression.

"Unity—Strength—Friends—Enemies"

He scratched his head and looked at Fuxi.

Fuxi shrugged, indicating that he didn't know either.

Bai Ze then looked at Kunpeng.

Kunpeng remained expressionless.

Bai Ze sighed, kept those words firmly in mind, and quickly followed after them.