Primordial Era: I am the Bull Demon King, the First Demon of All Time

Chapter 88 The Great Dao Rules Emerge, the Most Fundamental Rhythm!

Back then, Kunpeng had no choice but to choose between life and death, and could only put a wisp of his primordial spirit into the Demon Refining Banner.

From then on, he became the high and mighty demon master of the demon race. However, he knew that, in essence, he was just a puppet in the hands of Di Jun and Tai Yi. As long as his primordial spirit remained in the Demon Refining Banner, he would have to accept Di Jun's command.

Although he did a lot for the demon race, deep down he harbored hatred towards Di Jun and the others.

With the constant persuasion of Fuxi and Taiyi, Dijun's raging anger was gradually suppressed.

As the Heavenly Emperor of the Demon Clan, Di Jun's wisdom and resourcefulness are beyond question.

He understood that what Fuxi and Taiyi said was true, but the pain of losing his son made him stop thinking about those things for a while.

After Fuxi and Taiyi spent a long time persuading him, Dijun also began to think about the problem in his heart. In the end, he forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, glanced at the listless demon saints below, and finally fixed his gaze on the demon master Kunpeng.

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"Demon Master, when will your injuries heal? When will the Zhou Tian Star Array be completely perfected?"

Di Jun knew that the Zhou Tian Star Array was the foundation for the demon race to ultimately contend with the witch race. Without the Zhou Tian Star Array, even with the Slaughtering Witch Sword in hand, the demon race would never be a match for the witch race.

The reason why the demon race was able to withstand the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation of the witch race was because of this Zhou Tian Star Formation.

Upon hearing Di Jun's question, Kunpeng slowly replied, "The Taiyi Golden Immortals who can control the 365 Star Banners have all been found and are currently intensifying their training. As for my injuries, it is estimated that it will take another 5,000 years to recover to my peak condition."

"Alright, then let's wait for the last five thousand years. Five years from now, no matter what, we will crush the Wu tribe and avenge my son."

With a cold glint in his eyes, Di Jun spoke in a chilling voice. After finishing these matters, and as everyone dispersed, Di Jun personally descended from the Demon Clan's Heavenly Court and headed towards the place where Hou Yi shot down the sun.

Meanwhile, Hou Yi had already returned to the Pangu Temple.

The eleven ancestral witches and Hou Yi gathered in the Pangu Temple to discuss what had just happened.

The Wu tribe could not tolerate the demon race's aggression on the prehistoric continent, which led to the death of the great shaman Kuafu. Even the fact that Hou Yi shot down nine little golden crows was not enough to vent their anger.

Inside the Pangu Temple, Dijiang was already arranging the deployment of troops. One reason was to guard against a sudden attack by the demon race, since Houyi had killed nine of their sons, and Dijiang certainly had to be on guard.

Secondly, even if the demon race doesn't cause trouble, the Wu clan doesn't intend to let it go so easily. The Wu clan has long harbored the ambition to unify the prehistoric world, and how could they possibly let go of such an opportunity in the face of the demon race's proactive provocation?

And so, in the primordial world, undercurrents began to surge once again.

The beings of the primordial world already knew about Hou Yi shooting down nine suns of the demon race, and a sense of impending doom filled the entire primordial world.

Chen Jing was unaware of the undercurrents swirling within the primordial wilderness.

Several years of contemplation.

Chen Jing couldn't find a single clue, as if this innate restriction was perfectly formed and there was no way to break it from the outside.

On that very day, a terrified scream woke him up.

"Who are you? Why am I here?"

This statement truly originated from the mouth of that three-legged golden crow.

Several years later, this golden crow of the three races also woke up from its coma.

Although he had regained consciousness, he appeared weak due to the burning of his essence and blood. He also resembled a demon prince. As this voice rang out, a plan immediately formed in Chen Jing's mind.

He wanted to obtain this inheritance, but the problem was that this inheritance would only be allowed to be obtained by Little Golden Crow, while he, even after years of study, had not comprehended even the slightest bit of this restriction.

Chen Jing immediately turned his head to look at the source of the sound.

Although the little golden crow was somewhat weak, the true solar fire emanating from its body showed no signs of diminishing.

Looking at the Taoist priest before him, he had never seen such a figure before.

Moreover, because Chen Jing had been mobilizing his primordial spirit power to comprehend this innate restriction, a faint aura of pressure emanated from his body.

This terrifying aura seemed to have only been felt by his father or uncle.

Chen Jing looked at the little golden crow, a smile appearing on his face.

The smile, in the eyes of the little golden crow, was like a devil's smile. He cried out in terror, "I am the tenth prince of the demon race! If you dare to harm me, my father and uncle will not let you get away with it!"

Having made up his mind, Chen Jing waved his hand, and the little golden crow could no longer make a sound; only its eyes revealed boundless fear.

In the past, they were the ones who caused trouble for others in the Heavenly Court. Their status as princes of the demon race determined their arrogance and indulgence.

Now, facing life and death, the feeling of despair terrified this little golden crow, leaving it with no trace of its former tyrannical nature as a demon.

Just as he was filled with despair, Chen Jing raised his hand, and from his right hand, beams of immortal light appeared, flowing down the little golden crow's head and into his body.

At first, the little golden crow's face showed a violent reaction, as if it was fighting fiercely against something. As time went by, its somewhat ferocious face gradually calmed down.

As Chen Jing's movements slowly ceased, and just as the celestial light dissipated, the little golden crow opened its eyes.

If you look closely, there is no longer any light in his eyes. It seems that he is now just a puppet, waiting for his master's orders.

"Open this barrier and take out what's inside."

Chen Jing pointed to the restriction beside him and spoke to the little golden crow.

"Yes, Master."

When Little Golden Crow spoke, there wasn't a trace of emotion mixed in; he was just like a machine.

Then, they headed in the direction of the restriction that Chen Jing had pointed out.

Chen Jing also watched curiously as the little golden crow walked over, wanting to see how this so-called destined person broke through the restriction that even he, a quasi-saint, couldn't break.

Just as the little golden crow reached the innate restriction, to Chen Jing's astonishment, one of its claws passed directly through the restriction without any hindrance and extended inside.

How could Chen Jing not have tried this method? Not to mention the body, even his divine sense couldn't get in.

Just as Chen Jing was dumbfounded, the little golden crow's claws withdrew from inside, and in its hand was only a jade talisman that shone with white light.

On this jade talisman, ancient Dao traces and Dao rhythms are faintly visible, undoubtedly belonging to the rules of the Great Dao.