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

Chapter 34 Kunpeng: Primordial Purple Qi, don't come any closer!

Styx looked at the purple aura, but dared not make a move. This was something belonging to the Dao Ancestor, and he couldn't take it.

The purple aura continued to swirl.

It drifted past the Three Pure Ones—who were already shrouded in purple aura and ignored it.

It drifted past Nuwa—Nuwa already possessed a purple aura and ignored it.

He drifted past the two Westerners—but Zhunti still had a thought in his mind, so he ignored it.

It floated past Di Yi—Di Yi looked up and glanced at it.

The purple mist trembled and quickly drifted away.

Finally, it spotted a lone figure in the corner.

Kunpeng.

Kunpeng closed his eyes and concentrated, digesting the gains from listening to the Dao over the past three thousand years.

Suddenly, he felt that the silence around him was not right. When he opened his eyes, the purple aura was staring straight at him.

Kunpeng's pupils contracted.

"Don't come any closer!!!"

He suddenly stood up and backed away.

But the purple aura had already drifted over, circled twice above his head, and then—

It darted into his body with a "whoosh".

The Kunpeng stood frozen in place, not daring to move an inch.

Everyone in the hall was staring at him.

Ten breaths.

Twenty breaths.

Thirty breaths.

The purple aura did not appear.

Forty breaths.

Fifty breaths.

Still no results.

Sixty breaths.

Seventy breaths.

Eighty breaths.

Everyone held their breath.

Ninety breaths.

One hundred breaths.

The purple aura never appeared.

Kunpeng stood there, his expression as complex as if he had just opened a dye shop.

Within his body, a purple-gold aura was steadily taking root, exuding profound Daoist charm.

He raised his head, looking at the envious, jealous, or incredulous gazes around him, and then at the calm figure on the high platform.

Finally, his gaze fell on Di Yi.

When Kunpeng met Di Yi's gaze, he immediately felt a chill run down his spine.

Because in Di Yi's eyes was a smile that made Kunpeng's skin crawl and left him completely bewildered.

The smile was faint, so faint that it was almost imperceptible, but Kunpeng sensed it, as if he were being watched by something, as if he had fallen into an invisible pit.

The words came out of my mouth without my noticing.

"Oh my god—who brought me the Primordial Purple Qi?!"

The biting cold caused Kunpeng to take several steps back, his face filled with disbelief, and his voice even changed tone.

"This has really ruined my life! It has really ruined my life!"

The purple aura within his body remained as steady as Mount Tai, showing no sign of emerging.

Kunpeng's expression was incredibly interesting.

He had considered countless possibilities: being besieged by the Celestial Court, being targeted by the Eastern King, being ridiculed by all living beings in the primordial world. But he never imagined that he would be hit by a wisp of primordial purple energy.

The foundation for sainthood?

Can one become a saint, eternally indestructible?

What does he need this for?!

He just wanted to live a quiet life as a salted fish, basking in the sun in the Northern Sea, occasionally catching a few fish for a treat. Was that not allowed?!

Just as Kunpeng was on the verge of despair, two figures stepped forward simultaneously.

Bai Ze.

Fuxi.

The two top-tier "old charlatans" of the primordial era had incredibly bright eyes at this moment, their faces filled with expressions of "Just as I thought," "It's destiny," and "I knew it."

Bai Ze stepped forward, cupped his hands in a respectful bow, and said in a powerful voice, "Your Majesty is truly the chosen Demon Emperor! The Primordial Purple Qi has chosen its own master; this is the recognition of Heaven! The prosperity of our demon race is within reach!"

Fuxi followed closely behind, bowing in return, his voice brimming with barely suppressed excitement: "Congratulations, Your Majesty, on obtaining the Primordial Purple Qi! Your Majesty truly possesses the qualities of a sage! With this foundation for sainthood, what need is there to worry about the rise of the demon race? What need is there to fear the arrogance of the Celestial Court?"

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but his throat felt blocked.

The bearing of a saint?

He just wants to be a salted fish!

But Bai Ze and Fu Xi's words were like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, stirring up ripples.

The demons were taken aback at first, then their eyes lit up.

Ji Meng suddenly stood up, gripped his trident tightly, puffed out his chest, and swept his gaze like lightning in the direction of the Celestial Court's people. In his eyes, there was long-suppressed resentment, excitement at finally seeing hope, and a kind of provocative "you just wait and see" attitude.

Guiche went even further, striding up to Kunpeng, kneeling on one knee, clasping his hands in a fist and shouting:

Kunpeng: "————————"

"Congratulations, Your Majesty, on receiving the Primordial Purple Aura! This humble general is willing to go through fire and water for Your Majesty without hesitation!"

The nine phantoms behind him emitted sharp cries, as if in response.

Yingzhao, Feilian, Jiuying—one after another, the great demons of the demon race rose and bowed to Kunpeng.

Even the usually composed Qin Yuan was slightly moved at this moment, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

They have been oppressed for too long.

The tragic state of the Qingqiu Fox Clan, the disarray of Langlang Mountain's escape, and the humiliation of the Wanyao Palace being razed to the ground—they remembered all of these.

At this moment, I finally saw hope.

As Kunpeng watched this scene, he felt as bitter as if he had swallowed a million pounds of bitter herbs.

All he wanted to do was run away!

But given the current situation, how can he run? He can't run anymore.

help me.

The demons surrounded him, their eyes filled with anticipation.

Bai Ze and Fu Xi stood on either side of him, as if afraid he would run away.

That primordial purple energy remained firmly within his body, like a stubborn holdout.

Kunpeng took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled.

I realized one thing: he couldn't escape.

There's really no escaping it now.

At this moment, Di Yi sat on the futon, watching this scene, and his heart was filled with joy.

The water has become muddy.

With the demon race now having hope of becoming saints, and the Celestial Court now having a true adversary, the attention of Fuxi and other high-ranking demons finally shifted away from him.

very nice.

He smiled slightly, his gaze sweeping over the myriad expressions of the people in the hall. Over there, in the Immortal Court, the Eastern King Duke's face was ashen, and the veins on his hand gripping the dragon-headed cane bulged.

The Star Crown Daoist and the others exchanged glances, their eyes filled with apprehension.

The Three Pure Ones sat motionless, Laozi closed his eyes to rest, seemingly unconcerned, while Yuanshi Tianzun wore a faint, cold smile, it was unclear who he was mocking; Tongtian, on the other hand, watched the demon race with great interest, it was unclear what he was thinking.

The two Westerners huddled together. Zhunti touched his bald head, feeling the purple aura in his brain, and laughed like a landlord's silly son. Jieyin stood by his side, protecting him, his expression devout and gratified.

Hongyun huddled in the corner, her face still showing disappointment, glancing at Kunpeng's direction every now and then with a complicated look in her eyes.

Styx sat in the phantom of the sea of ​​blood, his body surging with murderous intent, without uttering a word.

Suddenly, their eyes met, as if they were discussing whether we had ever truly possessed the Primordial Purple Qi.

Di Yi watched with great interest. When he saw Hong Yun and Ming He looking at each other, he couldn't help but think, "You two should hurry up and wash up and go to sleep. Take your time to experience this."

Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of a gaze out of the corner of his eye.

Looking up, he met Hongjun's calm eyes on the high platform.

The sage still sat cross-legged on his cloud bed, his face ancient and simple, his aura ethereal.

But at this moment, there seemed to be a very faint smile on his lips.

The smile was very faint, so faint that it was almost invisible.

But Di Yi saw it.

Was it a smile of "satisfaction"? Or a smile of "gratification"?

Di Yi's heart skipped a beat.