The Primordial Era: Starting with Becoming a Disciple of the Queen Mother of the West

Chapter 105 Zhu Rong Taiyi

After three rounds of banquet, inside the Sun God Palace, the fairy maidens quietly cleared away the remaining food and served up tea and spiritual fruits.

Inside the hall, powerful figures from all directions either discussed the Dao in hushed tones or raised their cups in toasts. Auspicious air floated between the beams and pillars, and starlight shone on the jade steps, creating an atmosphere of a grand gathering.

Suddenly, golden bells and jade chimes resounded from the heavens.

The clear and melodious Daoist voice descended from the void, instantly overwhelming the clamor throughout the hall.

All the cultivators in the hall fell silent and looked up into the depths of the divine palace.

Inside the inner hall, countless golden rays cascaded down like a waterfall.

Emperor Jun, dressed in a crimson-gold imperial robe, slowly emerged from the golden light.

The Great Sun True Fire flowed around his body, its color pure and bright.

Deep within that true fire, the shadow of a three-legged golden crow flapping its wings could be seen, its every move exuding the aura of an emperor who commands all demons.

At the same time, from beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, a wisp of cool moonlight pierced through the sky.

Following the light, everyone saw a silvery-white star bridge spanning the void in the direction of the Moon Star.

Xihe, clad in a moon-white fairy robe, arrived stepping on the moon.

Her body was enveloped in moonlight, clear yet not cold, serene yet not chilly. Wherever she passed, even the fiercest winds of the heavens transformed into gentle breezes, brushing against the eaves of the divine palace.

One yang and one yin, one hard and one soft.

The primordial stellar energies of the sun and the moon converge above the divine palace, transforming into a yin-yang scroll that obscures the heavens and slowly rotates.

Within the scroll, auspicious clouds descend, and golden rays and moonlight intertwine.

Inside and outside the divine palace, all the demons who witnessed this strange phenomenon were deeply moved.

Countless powerful demons and demon soldiers knelt on the ground, calling out to the Heavenly Emperor and Empress, their voices rising in waves and reaching the heavens.

Emperor Jun stood in the hall, his gaze sweeping over the assembled guests, and spoke in a loud voice.

Its sound was like a great bell, resounding throughout the thirty-three heavens.

"Today, I am honored to have all of you fellow Daoists attend my demon clan's grand gathering."

I, Emperor Jun, hereby enter into a celestial marriage with Xihe, the lord of the Moon, and proclaim this to the primordial world.

From this day forward, the energies of the sun and moon will align, and yin and yang will be in harmony.

The Demon Court was established to govern the myriad demon races of the primordial world and to proclaim the will of Heaven!

As soon as the words were spoken, heaven and earth seemed to respond.

Thunder rumbled from the depths of the void, and boundless fortune gathered from all directions, transforming into a golden crow of fortune that hovered above the Sun God Palace.

The golden crow raised its head and sang, and the demon court's fortunes increased by three-tenths.

After Di Jun finished his announcement, he turned to face Nuwa, his expression losing some of its majesty.

He cupped his hands slightly and said, "Fellow Daoist Nuwa is a primordial deity, and has a deep connection with my demon race. Today is our celestial marriage, and we humbly request that you step forward to witness our union."

Nuwa sat upright on the jade platform, and nodded with a smile upon hearing this.

She was originally from the demon race, and the great rise in the demon court's fortune also benefited her.

This marriage ceremony for Di Jun and Xi He is both reasonable and in accordance with the will of Heaven.

Nuwa slowly rose, her delicate hand gently raised, about to read the celestial marriage vows to Heaven and Earth.

Just when everyone was watching and the marriage was about to take place.

Outside the thirty-three heavens, a roar suddenly shook the universe.

The roar was so rough and violent that it seemed to tear apart all the auspicious energy in the sky.

Immediately afterwards, Pangu's blood energy surged into the sky from the direction of Buzhou Mountain. Like a red tide bursting its banks, the blood energy crashed through layers of fierce winds, thunder, and fire, heading straight for the Sun God's Palace.

The starlight barrier surrounding the divine palace suddenly lit up, but was shattered inch by inch by the surge of blood energy.

Everyone looked up and saw a giant shatter the void and descend with a roar outside the main hall of the divine palace.

The giant was as large as a mountain, with a bare upper body, bulging muscles, and dark red flames swirling around him.

Where the firelight reached, the void distorted slightly, and fine scorch marks appeared on the jade steps.

The newcomer was none other than Zhu Rong, one of the twelve ancestral witches, formed from the essence and blood of Pangu, and the ancestral witch of fire.

Zhu Rong stepped onto the white jade plaza, and the entire Sun God Palace trembled.

Spiderweb-like fine lines suddenly appeared on the surrounding jade pillars.

As Xuan Yao sat in the seat, he felt a violent, fiery aura rushing towards him.

The flame of Southern Ming within him also throbbed slightly.

The fire of Zhurong is neither a spiritual fire nor a celestial fire, but a destructive fire born from the bloodline of Pangu.

Its nature is fierce; it seeks only to burn everything in its path, regardless of life or death.

This fire was completely different from the principles of virtue and warding off evil that Xuan Yao cultivated, yet it allowed him to glimpse the sharpness of the fire elemental laws from another perspective.

Zhu Rong's body surged with flames, his round eyes fixed on Di Jun in the hall, his voice like thunder.

"You brat, Di Jun! You're nothing but a hairy beast hatched from the Sun Star, yet you dare to call yourself the Heavenly Emperor and claim the Heavenly Court as your own?"

He gave a cold laugh, his laughter filled with contempt.

"If it weren't for the Dao Ancestor's ascension to sainthood and his preaching at Zixiao Palace, which temporarily halted the wars among the various races of the prehistoric world, your rabble would have long been devoured by my Wu tribe, leaving not even bone fragments! How dare you hold such a grand banquet here today?"

These words caused an uproar throughout the hall.

Inside and outside the divine palace, countless demon generals and great demons glared angrily, their demonic energy surging and killing intent lurking.

If Di Jun hadn't yet spoken, powerful demons would likely have already pounced on him and fought this Ancestral Witch to the death.

The expressions of the various powerful figures present were all different.

Taiqing Laozi remained with his eyes closed and head bowed, as if he had not heard the cursing.

Yuqing Yuanshi frowned slightly, clearly displeased with Zhurong's crude language. Shangqing Tongtian's eyes brightened, as if he had witnessed a rare spectacle.

The Western Amitabha and Cundi clasped their hands together, their faces filled with compassion, but each had their own calculations in their eyes.

Di Jun's expression darkened slightly, but he remained seated firmly in the main seat, unmoved.

He is now the ruler of the Demon Court. If he were to personally intervene after being provoked by a few insults from Zhu Rong, he would be losing the dignity of a Heavenly Emperor.

Di Jun did not move, but Donghuang Taiyi beside him had already stood up.

Taiyi had a cold and stern expression and didn't say much, only flicking his sleeves.

In an instant, the void froze.

An ancient, large bell appeared in his palm.

This bell is entirely of a chaotic color, and the sun, moon, stars, earth, water, fire, and wind are engraved on its body.

Around the bell, one can faintly see the image of creation, with the rise and fall of the pure and the turbid, and the birth and death of the four elements. A Daoist aura that suppresses the primordial chaos slowly emanates from the bell.

It is one of the three great treasures created at the beginning of time, the Chaos Bell.

Taiyi held the bell in one hand, his gaze falling on Zhurong outside the hall, and let out a cold snort.

He flicked his finger, and the tip landed squarely on the bell.

"when!"

A bell tolled, echoing from the Sun God Palace and resounding throughout the thirty-three heavens.

The sound of the bell was not harsh at first, but it was vast and distant, as if it came from the beginning of time.

Wherever the bell rang, the void froze, the starlight stopped, and even the flames surrounding Zhu Rong paused.

The invisible waves transformed into chaotic tides, grinding towards Zhu Rong.

Wherever the tides passed, the void collapsed inch by inch, only to be filled with chaotic energy.

The originally boiling fire law between heaven and earth was temporarily unable to flow under the suppression of the bell.

Xuan Yao was an expert in array formations. Upon closer inspection, he could vaguely sense the workings of the celestial constellations hidden within the bell-shaped energy.

Taiyi did not rely solely on his supreme treasure to display his power; rather, he used the Chaos Bell to draw upon the celestial energy of the Thirty-Three Heavens, merging the power of his magical treasure with the grand scheme of heaven and earth.

These methods are more fundamental than simple combat.

Xuan Yao's heart stirred, and he suddenly had a lot of inspiration for the subsequent deduction of his own Heavenly Gang Life-Destroying Array.

Outside the palace, Zhu Rong saw Zhong Bo approaching and instead let out a wild laugh.

Instead of retreating, he advanced, and the raging flames around him suddenly surged, transforming into a ten-thousand-foot-tall fire god's Dharma form.

The Dharma Image's arms were like mountains, with crimson flames hanging from the sky. Then, it threw out a punch, heading straight for the Chaos Bell Wave.

The fist and Zhong Bo collided in mid-air.

There was no earth-shattering roar like in a typical battle, only the sound of laws shattering.

Zhu Rong and Pan Gu's physical bodies were always unrestrained, but under the suppression of the Chaos Bell, their forward momentum was actually stopped.

The flames around him flickered, and the dark red light was gradually suppressed back into his body by Zhong Bo.

The white jade plaza beneath his feet shattered under his feet, cracks spreading in all directions, yet still unable to stop the chaotic power from continuing forward.

A few breaths later, Zhu Rong's massive body was forced back.

His feet dug two deep furrows in the white jade square, scattering jade dust everywhere. He was eventually shaken out of the palace's boundaries by the sound of the bell and fell into the boundless void.

From the depths of the void, came the echo of Zhu Rong's fury.

"You brat Di Jun! You coward Tai Yi! Just you wait! The day my Wu Clan army presses down on our borders will be the day your Demon Court is destroyed!"

As the angry voice faded into the distance, the savage aura of Pangu's blood also receded.

A turmoil that nearly escalated into a major war has been temporarily quelled.

Taiyi remained calm, and with a wave of his sleeve, he retrieved the Chaos Bell back into his body.

He sat down again, his breathing steady and his robes still.

The demons in the hall were greatly encouraged when they saw that His Majesty the Eastern Emperor had forced back the Ancestral Witch of Fire with a single bell, and they shouted in unison that the Eastern Emperor was mighty.

Although the powerful figures present did not lose their composure, they all began to reassess the Demon Court in their hearts.

The power of the Chaos Bell and the strength of Donghuang Taiyi are far beyond what ordinary powerful beings can compare to.

With such unparalleled combat power in charge, it's no wonder the Demon Court dared to establish the title of Heavenly Court in the prehistoric world.

Xuan Yao sat on a side seat behind the Queen Mother of the West and watched the whole scene from beginning to end.

He held the jade cup in his hand, his face expressionless, but his heart was in turmoil.

Zhu Rong shattered the void as he arrived, Pan Gu's blood energy surged like a tide, and the raging fire that burned the heavens almost pierced through the nine skies.

Taiyi summoned the Chaos Bell, and with just one chime, he calmly forced the Ancestral Witches to retreat.

This brief exchange allowed Xuan Yao to truly understand the weight of the top powerhouses in the primordial world.

Especially the Chaos Bell in Taiyi's palm.

Such a supreme treasure, capable of suppressing all laws and stabilizing the universe, allows one to harness the power of heaven and earth with a mere gesture. Xuan Yao couldn't help but feel a pang of envy.

Although he possessed a top-grade innate spiritual treasure like the Xuan Sha Golden Whip and a rare item like the Falling Treasure Coin, compared to the Chaos Bell, they were ultimately like a firefly compared to the bright moon.

"This is the true, unparalleled scenery of the primordial world."

Xuan Yao sighed inwardly.