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

At the mountainside of Buzhou Mountain, clouds and mist swirl around.

Di Yi stopped and let out a long breath.

Strangely, the oppressive force of Pangu that had been pressing down on him, making his bones creak, had now lessened by more than half.

It wasn't that Pangu's oppressive power had weakened, but rather that he... had adapted?

It's probably more than just adaptation.

He felt that the flow of magical power within his body was several times smoother than before, and the True Fire of the Sun was more condensed and pure. Even his understanding of the laws of time became clearer.

"Did I just break through?" Di Yi sensed himself and found that, without realizing it, his cultivation had advanced from the early stage of the Great Luo Golden Immortal to the middle stage.

"Climbing a mountain can even level you up, this Pangu's aura is truly a wonderful thing..."

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly frowned.

A faint sense of calculation emanated from the foot of the mountain, as if someone was using some method to probe his destiny, background, and fortune.

Although this calculation is very rough and far inferior to the deductive abilities of the Hetu and Luoshu, it does indeed exist.

Emperor Yi immediately activated his divine sense and swept it down the mountain.

This one look was terrible; it made me numb.

Below, a large group of strange and wonderful spirits were gathered, led by a white-robed youth holding a compass, who was looking up at the mountain with a devout expression.

The young man had jade-like horns on his head and a gentle, refined demeanor...

"This boy looks a bit like Bai Ze, as described in the Classic of Mountains and Seas."

Di Yi's heart skipped a beat. "Oh no, could this be a quest to claim a master? In the original story, Bai Ze was the strategist of the demon race, skilled in divination and finding people..."

He understood instantly.

These spirits and monsters probably sensed the destiny of the "Demon Emperor". Although he tried his best to avoid it, after merging with the original source of Emperor Jun, he did indeed carry the mark of the Demon Emperor's fortune.

Now that Bai Ze has come to our door with a compass, he is clearly here to confirm the "true emperor".

"We're not going to fall for that," Di Yi said, pursing his lips.

"I won't even be a dog to become the Demon Emperor; let whoever wants to be it do it."

With a thought, the "Primordial Creation Dao Scripture" in his mind automatically turned the pages, the Hetu Luoshu unfolded in his sea of ​​consciousness, the Chaos Bell rang softly, and even the Primordial Pearl, which he had just refined, trembled slightly.

All four treasures work together.

There were no earth-shattering phenomena, only an invisible "veil" quietly descended, enveloping Di Yi completely.

His destiny, fortune, and celestial trajectory were instantly erased from the primordial network of celestial secrets, replaced by layer upon layer of mystery.

What's even more intriguing is that this layer of mystery also contains a bit of "personal agenda."

Di Yi manipulated the four supreme treasures, silently transferring the projection of his "Emperor's Destiny" aura to the direction of the North Sea, where the embryo of the Kunpeng was gestating a future demon master infused with a trace of the emperor's destiny.

From this day forward, anyone who tries to predict the future of the demon race will first sense the Kunpeng in the North Sea, not the Emperor Yi on Mount Buzhou.

"Wow, that's awesome." Di Yi couldn't help but laugh as he sensed the changes in the heavens.

"These magical treasures, when combined, can not only obscure the secrets of heaven, but also alter the course of heavenly events... Brother Kunpeng, you'd better hold on now."

……

Down the mountain.

Bai Ze was concentrating on calculating with the compass when he suddenly felt the compass in his hand vibrate violently.

The pointer, which had been pointing firmly towards the mountain, suddenly began to spin wildly as if having a seizure, and finally, with a "snap," it pointed to—due north.

"Huh?" Bai Ze was taken aback.

He tried several more times, with the same result. Whenever he tried to predict the "Demon Emperor," the compass would point north; once he abandoned that goal, the compass would return to normal.

"This..." Bai Ze was dumbfounded.

Behind him, Shang Yang cautiously asked, "Brother Bai Ze, have you found the leader?"

Bai Ze opened his mouth, unsure how to explain. To say he was just on the mountain and now he's in the North Sea? That's too outrageous.

Just then, an impatient roar came from the distant witch tribe:

"What are you little brats still standing here for? Waiting for dinner?!"

It was the voice of Gonggong.

The spirits trembled in fright.

Bai Ze glanced at the compass spinning wildly in his hand, then at the golden dot on the mountain that had already disappeared, and finally gritted his teeth: "Retreat! Get out of here first!"

"Huh? Not looking for the leader anymore?"

"Find it! But not today!" Bai Ze put away the compass.

"Let's check the Beihai area first!"

The swarming monsters turned around and ran north, disappearing on the horizon in the blink of an eye.

On the edge of the tribe, Gonggong scratched his head and asked Dijiang, "Brother, what's going on with them? Weren't they looking for the leader? Why did they run away?"

Dijiang was squatting on the ground studying a stone. Although he was intelligent, the Ancestral Witches did not have a primordial spirit and could not deduce the secrets of heaven. They could only judge things based on intuition and experience.

He stared at the patterns on the stone, not even looking up, and said, "I don't know. Maybe you've got the wrong person."

Behind him, the great shaman Kuafu poked his head out again, gazing longingly in the direction the spirits had left: "Great Ancestral Shaman, those spirits looked so fresh and delicious, shouldn't we catch a few and have a taste?"

Dijiang finally raised his head and glanced at Gonggong.

Gonggong immediately understood and slapped Kuafu on the back of the head: "Eat, eat, eat! All you know is eating! Your elder brother said to discipline your subordinates! One more word and you're punished to clean the blood pool!"

Kuafu shrank back and dared not utter a sound.

……

On the mountainside, Di Yi continued to climb.

After breaking through to the mid-stage of the Great Luo realm, his speed increased significantly. Although Pangu's oppressive aura still existed, it could no longer stop him.

After climbing for an unknown amount of time, a relatively gentle cliff suddenly appeared in the clouds ahead.

There are a few simple stone houses on the cliff, with a few magical herbs and flowers planted in front of them, giving them the feel of a hermit's dwelling.

A woman stood in front of the stone house.

The woman wore a plain-colored long dress, with a slender figure and a face as beautiful as the most perfect work of nature.

Her skin was as white as jade, her eyebrows and eyes were like a painting, especially her eyes, which were clear and bright, as if they could reflect all the beauty in the world.

She was looking up at the higher reaches of Mount Buzhou, her expression somewhat forlorn.

When Di Yi emerged from the clouds, the woman was clearly taken aback.

"Fellow Daoist?" she asked, her voice clear and crisp like jade striking jade, carrying a hint of surprise and joy.

"You...came up from the foot of the mountain?"

Di Yi nodded: "Indeed. I am Di Yi, Di Yi of the Sun Star. Greetings, fellow Daoist."

The woman's eyes lit up. She had lived on Buzhou Mountain for a long time and had hardly ever seen any outsiders except for her brother Fuxi.

Seeing a living, handsome cultivator climbing up from the foot of the mountain was naturally a novel experience for them.

"I am Nuwa."

She introduced herself, then asked curiously, "How high did you climb, fellow Daoist? Did you encounter any danger?"

"There's no danger, it's just that the pressure is too intense," Di Yi said truthfully.

"I'm so exhausted from crawling this far, my bones are about to fall apart."

Nuwa covered her mouth and chuckled: "That fellow Daoist's perseverance is commendable. My brother and I have been on this mountain since birth, and we are used to the pressure, so we don't find it anything. It's just that very few people dare to come up... Fellow Daoist is the first."

The two chatted for a few minutes while standing on the edge of the cliff.

When Di Yi talked about his experience of governing the spiritual veins in the West, Nuwa's eyes lit up, and she kept asking for details.

When she heard that Di Yi had used the True Fire of the Sun to mend the shattered spiritual veins, she seemed to be deep in thought:

"The way of creation lies in repair and rebirth... Fellow Daoist's technique is somewhat similar to my laws of creation."

Di Yi took the opportunity to ask about his insights into the Dao of Creation, and Nuwa generously shared her own understanding. Although the discussion was brief, both benefited greatly.

After chatting for about half an hour, Di Yi prepared to continue his journey.

"Fellow Daoist, are you leaving already?" Nuwa was a little reluctant, as it had been too long since anyone had spoken to her.

"We still have to climb higher." Di Yi smiled.

"I'll visit you again when I have the chance."

Nuwa nodded, watching Di Yi disappear back into the clouds. Even after his figure had completely vanished, she remained standing there, softly sighing, "I wonder when we'll meet again."

At this moment, a man in blue robes walked out of the stone house.

The man had a handsome face and a gentle demeanor; he was none other than Fuxi.

Seeing his sister gazing absently at the clouds, he asked, "Sister, what's wrong?"

"Brother, I just met a fellow Daoist, he came down from the mountain, his name is Di Yi, he's from the Sun Star..."

Nuwa turned around, a smile still in her eyes.

"We chatted for a long time."

Fuxi was taken aback; they had been talking for a long time.

Looking at the rare happy expression on his sister's face, he suddenly felt a strange displeasure, as if his own fresh and beautiful cabbage had been targeted by some unknown golden crow.

Although he had never met Emperor Yi, an image automatically appeared in Fuxi's mind:

A blond-haired guy, driving a chariot that seemed to be burning with the sun's true fire, arrogantly shouted at him, "Old Deng! Where's the Sun God Chariot?!"

Fuxi shook his head, trying to banish this absurd image from his mind.

"Ahem... Remember to call me next time he comes," Fuxi said solemnly.

"Let me check it out for you."

Nuwa: "???"

……

Emperor Yi was unaware of Fuxi's inner thoughts.

After leaving Nuwa's cliff, he continued climbing upwards.

After an unknown amount of time, a thick white fog appeared ahead.

This fog is strange; even divine sense cannot penetrate it.

Di Yi, skilled and daring, went straight in.

The moment we passed through the mist, the surrounding scenery changed abruptly.

No longer a steep mountain path, but a secret realm shrouded in natural formations. The secret realm is not large, only a hundred miles in circumference, but the spiritual energy is so dense that it is almost liquid.

In the center there is a piece of sacred land, on which a simple trellis is built.

Seven gourds were hanging on the trellis.

Gourds come in various colors: red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple.

Each gourd was only the size of a fist, not yet mature, with innate Dao patterns flowing on its surface, radiating different auras of laws.

The emperor approached and examined the man closely.

"Seven gourds... so this is where they are." He smiled.

"It turns out I stumbled upon the innate gourd vine by accident."

The seven gourds were clearly not yet ripe and were currently in a "green" state.

Di Yi thought for a moment, then took the golden wheel of merit from behind him—this thing had been hanging on his back ever since it appeared, like an ornament with its own light source.

The golden light of merit has a nourishing effect on the innate spiritual root.

Emperor Yi manipulated the Golden Wheel of Merit, channeling strands of golden light of merit into the gourd vine.

The seven gourds swayed gently, and the patterns on their surfaces became noticeably brighter, indicating that they were maturing much faster.

"What a coincidence." Di Yi sat down by the trellis.

"Since you're not familiar with each other, we'll get you some good drinks, and you can have as much merit and golden light as you want."

He decided to settle down here for the time being.

While nourishing the gourd with merit, one can also calmly comprehend the Great Dao of the Sun and the Great Dao of Time.

The oppressive aura of Pangu still exists here, but it is much milder than outside, making it perfect for secluded cultivation.

Emperor Yi sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, his mind sinking into the realm of Tao.

Gradually, his thoughts seemed to detach from his physical body and enter a mysterious and profound space.

That space was a chaotic void, with no distinction between up, down, left, right, past, or future.

Only the most primordial "qi" circulates, occasionally appearing as earth, water, fire, and wind, only to quickly vanish.

From the depths of chaos came a deafening roar, as if the heavens and earth had been created.

A flash of axe light cleaved through eternity—

Di Yi's consciousness was pulled into a fragment of ancient memory.