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

Yujing Mountain, Zixiao Palace.

This place is not the sacred site of the Heavenly Realm of later generations, but the place where Hongjun cultivated before he became a saint.

Ancient palaces, hidden in the sea of ​​clouds, are adorned with thousands of rays of light and auspicious clouds rising.

Inside the main hall, Hongjun sat cross-legged with his eyes closed.

His body was enveloped in a profound and mysterious aura, as if he were about to take that crucial step, yet he remained standing just before the threshold.

It wasn't a lack of strength, but rather an undecided mind.

Two figures stood before him.

The figure in the green robe, like a willow branch, was none other than Yang Mei.

The other figure was shrouded in a misty fog of time, his form sometimes clear like a young man, sometimes blurry like an old man; he was the reincarnation of the Time Demon God—the Time Daoist.

Yang Mei looked at Hongjun, her eyes filled with complex emotions: "Old friend, are you really going to take this step?"

Hongjun slowly opened his eyes, his gaze as calm as a deep, still well:

"This step was inevitable; my aligning with the Heavenly Dao was an inevitable choice."

"Brother Pangu once stepped on the Heavenly Dao."

The time spoke, its voice ethereal, as if it came from the very end of time.

"To prevent the Heavenly Dao from acting as recklessly as it did in that timeline. The Heavenly Dao should naturally understand that the primordial world is not something it can calculate. The coexistence of the Earthly Dao and the Human Dao is what Brother Pangu desires."

Yang Mei continued, "But I always feel that even after you achieve sainthood and attain the Dao... you still can't grasp the Dao of Heaven."

Hongjun remained silent for a moment.

The only sound inside the main hall was the faint rustling of clouds.

"I understand," Hongjun finally said.

"Everything is under control. I will unite with the Dao and be able to control the situation, guiding the primordial world in that direction. Brother Pangu entrusted the three of us to guard the primordial world, and this matter... I have no choice but to take responsibility."

Yang Mei and Shi Chen exchanged a glance.

They both saw the helplessness in each other's eyes.

"That's just how it is," Yang Mei sighed softly.

"We can't really say anything. Alas, Rahu has ultimately fallen. As a former member of our Demon God Gang, Rahu was still corrupted by that being... Be careful after you become a saint."

"I entrust this primordial world to you, fellow Daoist. Be careful on your journey ahead."

Upon hearing that Yang Mei and the others were leaving, Hongjun's eyes widened slightly, and he suddenly understood something.

Shi Chen added, "Yang Mei and I are going to follow Brother Pangu to the Primordial Path. The road ahead is long, Brother... please be careful."

Hongjun stood up and bowed solemnly to the two of them.

Yang Mei returned the greeting to Shi Chen, and then turned around.

With one step, his figure vanished, as if he had never existed.

Inside the main hall, only Hongjun remained.

He stood silently for a long time, gazing at the surging sea of ​​clouds outside the hall, and murmured to himself:

"Alas, I'm all alone now, guarding this desolate land."

The moment the words left his mouth, the last trace of hesitation in Hongjun's eyes vanished.

He sat cross-legged again, and the Daoist energy around him began to surge.

There were no earth-shattering phenomena, only a feeling of "perfection" emanating from him, like water overflowing when full, or the moon shining brightly when full.

Above Mount Yujing, the three thousand Great Daos manifested as illusory images, and then all returned to his body.

Hongjun has become a saint.

He spoke, and his voice resounded throughout every corner of the primordial world, reaching the hearts of every living being:

"I was already here when chaos first began, and I came before yin and yang were separated."

He holds the three thousand paths in his palm, and treads upon the dust of eternity beneath his feet.

Today I have attained the Primordial Fruit, to protect the primordial wilderness forever.

From this day forward, the profound teachings of the Xuanmen sect will be transmitted, and all those with affinity may enter my embrace.

The poem is ancient and profound, revealing the origins of the chaotic demon god and his original intention to become a saint.

As the words were spoken, the bounty of heaven and earth descended upon the primordial world—spiritual energy rained down, withered trees came back to life, stubborn rocks were awakened, and countless living beings instantly gained sentience.

Hongjun's voice rang out again:

"Three thousand years later, I will preach in the Zixiao Palace in the Outer Heavens, and those who are destined will listen."

Then, all was silent.

……

Fangzhang Island.

Emperor Yi was directing Huang Tong and Song Tong to tidy up the spirit herb garden when he suddenly heard Hongjun's announcement of becoming a saint. He almost dropped the nine-leaf spirit mushroom he had just dug out.

"Hongjun has become a saint... The era of saints has arrived."

He muttered to himself, stuffing the Ganoderma lucidum into the jade box: "Should I listen to the Dao? There are three thousand guests in Zixiao Palace, fighting over a prayer mat or something..."

After thinking for a moment, he shook his head.

"Forget it. They go listen to the sermon, I'll go grab the treasures. The drop rate is really high at this time."

He vividly remembered that during the lecture at Zixiao Palace, all the powerful innate beings of the primordial world had gone to attend, leaving their strongholds empty. In addition, the gifts of heaven and earth bestowed upon Hongjun upon his ascension to sainthood revealed many hidden caves and secret realms, making it the perfect opportunity to plunder them.

"I'm coming for the two islands surrounding my target!"

Emperor Di handed Fangzhang Island over to two boys, instructing them to take good care of the house, and then rode away on his escape light.

The islands of Penglai and Yingzhou are arranged in a triangular shape with Fangzhang Island, separated by only a few hundred million miles. For Di Yi, who possesses the cultivation of a Great Luo Golden Immortal and is also proficient in the laws of space and time, this distance is covered in the blink of an eye.

Three days.

In just three days, the Emperor turned both islands upside down.

On Penglai Island, he found a pool of divine water containing the essence of the sun, moon, and stars—water that could bring the dead back to life and heal the wounded. He also found a primordial bitter bamboo, which he uprooted and took away.

On Yingzhou Island, things were even more outrageous: there was an entire innate Gengjin mine vein and a chaotic spiritual spring. Di Yi accepted them all without hesitation.

After looting, the emperor began to get down to business.

The three islands were originally fragments of chaos, naturally connected to each other. Following the array formation section of the *Hongmeng Creation Dao Scripture*, Emperor Yi used the three islands as a base to set up a massive array covering billions of miles of sea—

"The Three Talents Chaos Returning to Origin Formation".

The formation uses Fangzhang as the celestial position, Penglai as the earthly position, and Yingzhou as the human position, drawing upon the origins of the three islands, connecting the stars in the heavens above, and linking to the spiritual veins of the four seas below.

When the formation was completed, the sea area between the three islands turned into a chaotic mist. If an ordinary Great Luo Golden Immortal were to enter, he would lose his way in an instant and be obliterated by the chaotic energy.

As the core of the formation, Di Yi sensed something deep within the three islands being touched the moment the formation was completed.

He followed his senses and arrived at the seabed in the center of the three islands.

A bead was suspended there.

The bead is a chaotic color, about the size of a fist, with a primordial aura flowing on its surface, and its interior seems to contain a world yet to be created.

The moment Di Yi reached out and touched it, the "Primordial Creation Dao Scripture" in his mind vibrated violently, transmitting a message:

The Primordial Pearl (Chaos Pearl), a supreme treasure of the Primordial World, contains the Primordial World within, capable of evolving all things, concealing heavenly secrets, and resisting all laws. Refining this pearl may grant the hope of transcending the shackles of the Heavenly Dao.

"The Primordial Pearl... It is said to be a supreme treasure that transcends everything, a treasure for achieving sainthood." Di Yi held the pearl, feeling the vast and boundless primordial energy within it, his heart pounding.

This thing is even more outrageous than the Chaos Bell.

He immediately sat cross-legged on the seabed and began refining it.

After a century, the initial refining was completed. The Primordial Pearl entered his brow and floated in his sea of ​​consciousness, forming a triangle with the Chaos Bell and the Hetu Luoshu. The three treasures were connected by their energy, and their powers complemented each other.

Emperor stood up, looked at the completely ransacked Mishima, and then at his own bulging storage space, and suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

"Oh dear, I was too greedy, which is why the later Dongwanggong had nothing good to offer."

He paused, then added:

"Oh, the dead don't deserve these things."

In the original story, Dongwanggong was killed by Dijun and Taiyi. Now that Dijun and Taiyi are gone, Kunpeng is still around. Anyway, Dongwanggong can forget about getting involved with Penglai Island.

Having done all this, Di Yi finally remembered that he still had a goal—

Buzhou Mountain.

He rode the light westward, and several months later, the towering pillar in the center of the primordial world came into view.

The mountain is hundreds of millions of miles high, reaching the thirty-sixth heaven above and suppressing the nine netherworlds below.

The mountain is bluish-black, exuding an ancient and rustic aura, which is the immortal power and Daoist charm transformed from the spine of Pangu.

Emperor Yi landed at the foot of the mountain.

"What a high mountain! We've finally arrived."

Just as he was about to go up the mountain, he suddenly sensed the presence of a gathering of living beings not far away.

A sweep of divine sense revealed that at the foot of the mountain to the southeast, on a vast plain, stood countless simple stone houses and wooden huts. Figures moved among them, each over ten feet tall, with bulging muscles and surging blood and energy, their movements accompanied by the sounds of wind and thunder.

Those figures gave him a very special feeling...

It wasn't the fluctuation of spiritual energy from cultivators, but pure, violent physical power. Moreover, each person carried a savage will to "fight against heaven and earth," as if they were born to fight.

"Why do I get a sense of volatile energy from the Wu tribe at the foot of Buzhou Mountain?"

The emperor frowned.

"Never mind, let's go up the mountain."

He held his breath and prepared to bypass the tribal area.

But at that moment, several pairs of eyes suddenly turned towards them from the distant tribe.

That was the gaze of the witch clan.

It was filled with curiosity, wariness, and... a certain primal appetite?