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

Those were chaotic memories.

When Di Yi's consciousness was pulled into this endless, lightless, and dark void, his first reaction was bewilderment.

He could "see" the chaotic air currents flowing around him, "feel" the undifferentiated elements of earth, water, fire, and wind, and even "hear" a kind of grand and primordial pulse.

But all of this is an illusion—this is not true chaos, but a fragment of memory imprinted deep within Mount Buzhou when Pangu created the world.

"Is this the Chaos?" Di Yi's consciousness drifted in the chaotic currents.

"Wait, buddy, don't pull me yet! I haven't seen Pangu yet!"

The invisible force ignored his protests and continued to pull his consciousness deeper into the depths.

Just then, a grand voice resounded throughout the entire chaotic memory space:

"I am the beginning, the primordial chaos has returned, the initial dream was but a fleeting moment. I am Pangu, the Primordial Heavenly King, and today, with chaos as the beginning and end, I will cleave open a bright and clear world."

As the sound faded, a light shone from the depths of chaos.

This is not ordinary light, but the light of "the creation of heaven" in Wang Wei's poem.

In the light, the phantom of an axe slowly rose, and then—slashed down.

No sound.

Because chaos is inherently silent.

But Di Yi's consciousness "heard" the roar of all things collapsing and reforming, "saw" the magnificent chaos being split in two, and "felt" that some ancient and unchanging "Dao" was born at this moment.

That was the intent of Pangu's axe that created the world.

When the axe intent struck, Di Yi felt as if his consciousness were a candle flame in a storm, about to be extinguished at any moment.

This is not a crushing defeat in terms of strength; it is merely a memory that has no real power. Rather, it is an absolute difference in realm.

Just as an ant cannot comprehend the cities built by humans, it cannot comprehend the "Tao" contained in this axe blow.

All paths are silent.

Time, space, cause and effect, destiny... all laws lose their meaning before this axe; only "opening up" itself becomes the sole reality.

Then, Di Yi was pulled back.

His consciousness returned to his body, and he suddenly opened his eyes, gasping for breath.

Sweat soaked through the Golden Crow Feather Robe, dimming the radiance of the Golden Wheel of Merit behind him.

He sat beside the trellis of the innate gourd vine, surrounded by the same secret realm.

Like that.

"A fleeting dream?"

Di Yi looked down at his hands, then looked up at the higher reaches of Mount Buzhou.

Pangu's oppressive aura still existed, but now it felt like it had an added layer of indescribable meaning.

"This is chaos... Is this Pangu?" he murmured to himself.

"Even a single axe intent, even just the axe intent from my memory, is something I cannot withstand..."

The gap is too big.

It's so big it's despair-inducing.

Strangely, what welled up in Di Yi's heart was not despair, but an unprecedented longing.

"I want to be that kind of person." He stood up, golden flames burning in his eyes.

"I want to attain enlightenment and live a carefree life, crushing all who stand in my way. I don't want to become some kind of primordial demon emperor, schemed against by the Heavenly Dao, bound by calamities... I want to walk my own path."

Pangu separated heaven and earth to create a "bright and peaceful world".

So why did Emperor Yi cultivate?

For freedom, for ease, for the day when I can be like Pangu, cleaving through all constraints with a single axe and truly transcending this primordial world.

"This is the path I've been searching for." Di Yi clenched his fist, his mind suddenly clear.

He no longer agonized over whether to become the Demon Emperor, nor did he scheme to avoid the Great Tribulation—those were all minor matters.

The true path is to possess the power to disregard all calculations.

When you become powerful enough to cleave the heavens with a single axe stroke, who would dare to plot against you?

Di Yi composed himself and began to examine himself. Although the experience just now was dangerous, the gains were also enormous.

He gained a deeper understanding of concepts such as "opening up," "creation," and "new life," and even the Sun Avenue and Time Avenue showed signs of breakthrough.

His cultivation level has stabilized at the peak of the mid-stage of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm, and he may enter the late stage at any time.

"It's time to go down the mountain." Emperor Yi looked towards the outside of the secret realm.

"I don't know if Hongjun's sermon has started yet... Anyway, I'm not going."

With a thought, his divine sense extended towards the outer heavens through the celestial pillar characteristics of Buzhou Mountain.

Sure enough, they "saw" countless beams of light rising from all corners of the primordial world, flying towards the chaos beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens.

The auras of those escaping lights varied in strength, but the weakest among them was at the Taiyi Golden Immortal level, while the strongest was even at the peak of the Daluo realm.

The Three Pure Ones, Nuwa and Fuxi, Hongyun Zhenyuanzi, Dongwanggong, Styx Ancestor... all three thousand guests of the famous Zixiao Palace in later generations are on their way at this moment.

"They've all gone to listen to the sermon, huh?" Di Yi stroked his chin, his eyes gradually brightening.

"Then their cave dwelling...won't it be empty?"

A bold idea popped into my head.

"I'm rich!" he grinned.

"While these big shots are attending a lecture, it's not too much to ask that I 'safeguard' your cave treasures, is it?"

Just do it.

Di Yi first set up a spatial array around the Innate Gourd Vine Secret Realm.

The formation is based on the spatial chapter of the "Hongmeng Creation Dao Scripture" and incorporates the spacetime laws of the Chaos Bell, "folding" the entire secret realm from the real world.

Unless one's cultivation reaches the peak of Quasi-Saint and is proficient in the Dao of Space, it is impossible to find the entrance.

"Seven gourds, grow well." Di Yi patted the gourd vines.

"I hope you'll all be familiar with each other by the time I come back next time."

After making the arrangements, he turned and went down the mountain.

This time, the descent was much faster than the ascent. His mid-stage Great Luo cultivation, combined with his adaptation to Pangu's pressure, allowed him to return to the foot of the mountain like a bird returning to its nest, taking only a few hours.

At the foot of Mount Buzhou, the Wu tribe still exists.

Di Yi concealed his aura, bypassed the tribal area, and flew eastward without looking back.

Our first destination was Kunlun Mountain, the hometown of Sanqing.

……

Meanwhile, in the outer heavens, in front of the Purple Cloud Palace.

This is a white jade plaza suspended in chaos, at the end of which stands an ancient purple palace. The palace gates are tightly closed, and dozens of figures have already gathered in front of them.

The Three Pure Ones arrived earliest.

Lao Tzu closed his eyes to meditate, as if nothing concerned him. Yuan Shi stood with his hands behind his back, his expression serious, his gaze sweeping over those who came after him with a natural scrutiny.

Tongtian looked around with great interest, occasionally striking up a conversation with the people next to him.

Suddenly, a commotion arose from the distant chaos.

A massive figure, resembling both a fish and a bird, was seen fleeing in a disheveled state. The figure had wingspans of thousands of miles and was entirely dark blue; it was none other than the Kunpeng, which had recently taken human form.

Kunpeng looked utterly devastated, flying back and shouting, "Please, please stop chasing me! I'm really not the emperor or leader you're looking for!"

Behind him followed a massive horde of tens of thousands of monsters.

Bai Ze, who was in the lead, held a compass, and the compass needle was pointed firmly at Kunpeng, which he could not shake off no matter how he flew.

The spirits Shangyang, Jimeng, Yingzhao, and others followed closely behind, their eyes gleaming as if hungry wolves had spotted a fat sheep.

"Lord Kunpeng! Don't run away, you can't escape, hehehe!"

"We are willing to follow Lord Kunpeng and create our great cause together!"

"Please wait, sir!"

Kunpeng was being chased so much he was almost crying: "Creating you my foot! I'm just an ordinary roc from the North Sea, what leader or anything like that, I don't understand!"

"You know a lot."

He was sleeping soundly in the North Sea. Although he was not yet born, one day he suddenly developed a strange "royal aura" and was then targeted by this group of spirits.

I chased him for a whole thousand years, from the North Sea to the Outer Heavens, and I couldn't shake him off no matter what.

On the plaza, Yuanshi frowned as he watched the chaotic scene.

He valued lineage and origin, and when he saw a horde of furry, horned, and egg-born monsters surging towards him, chasing after a creature that was neither fish nor bird, a feeling of disgust welled up in his heart.

"Those creatures with fur and horns, born from moisture and eggs," Yuanshi sneered, offering his assessment.

"Does he even deserve to come to Zixiao Palace to listen to the Dao?"

The sound wasn't loud, but it carried clearly throughout the square.

The Kunpeng and the spirits froze simultaneously.

Bai Ze's expression changed, but he still bowed respectfully.

"Fellow Daoist, though we have shallow origins, we are still beings from the primordial era. Why are we unworthy to hear your teachings?"

Yuanshi didn't even look at him, only saying indifferently, "Noisy."