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

Chapter 91 Longevity Mountain, Wuzhuang Temple!

At this moment, this space began to become chaotic.

The impact and the resulting shockwaves and energy waves have completely destroyed this place.

Last time, the four quasi-saints of the demon race besieged Hongyun because the energy from that great battle was not dissipated due to the sealing effect of the innate array.

Otherwise, the great battle between the four quasi-saints, plus Hongyun's self-destruction at the end, would have been enough to completely destroy the area within millions of miles around him.

Now, the battle between the two has moved from low altitude to high altitude; otherwise, the energy waves generated by their fight alone would have been enough to completely destroy this ancient land.

As the two continued to fight, they attracted the attention of many powerful beings in the prehistoric world.

Everyone naturally knows Di Jun; he is a guest of Zixiao Palace, the Heavenly Emperor of the Demon Clan, and a quasi-saint powerhouse who has severed his two corpses.

Not everyone knows Chen Jing.

Those who can pay attention to this place are at least Quasi-Saint level experts. Quasi-Saint level experts cannot instantly cover the entire prehistoric world with their divine sense like Saints. Moreover, most of the time, they are in seclusion cultivating, striving to prove themselves as Saints.

Therefore, they were unaware of what Chen Jing had done.

However, seeing that this Taoist priest was able to hold his own against Di Jun, they were filled with shock and astonishment.

They knew that this Taoist priest was not one of the people who listened to his lectures in Zixiao Palace. He had reached the Quasi-Saint realm through his own efforts.

How could such a person not attract their attention?

At this moment, Di Jun, who was standing at a distance, looked at Chen Jing with a hint of apprehension.

Of course, he wasn't worried about being left here by Chen Jing.

Rather, Chen Jing's growth rate was too fast, so fast that it frightened him.

He really wanted to kill this Taoist disciple here, but the fighting power displayed by this Taoist disciple was somewhat beyond his expectations.

Di Jun believed that if he risked his life, he might be able to keep this Daoist disciple here. However, the price of killing this Daoist disciple would be being severely injured by the opponent, or even dying together with him. Di Jun could not afford such a price.

Let alone serious injury or death, he couldn't even withstand a minor injury.

He has already set a date for a great war between the Witch and Demon races five years from now. If he, the Heavenly Emperor of the Demon race, is injured by then, that would be a truly serious matter.

Thinking about this, Di Jun felt conflicted.

He could sense that this Taoist disciple harbored hatred towards the demon race, and he truly did not want to leave such a threat alive.

Chen Jing naturally didn't think about what Di Jun was thinking; he only noticed that Di Jun seemed to be hesitating.

"What, are you scared?"

A cold voice came from Chen Jing's mouth.

Upon hearing this, Di Jun's expression changed, and his face turned very gloomy.

As the Heavenly Emperor of the demon race, when had he ever been threatened like this?

Meanwhile, in the Jade Void Palace...

The Primordial Celestial Venerable, who had been watching this place closely, also looked quite grim.

In his view, it was a battle between Di Jun and his "junior nephew" who had just been promoted to Quasi-Saint.

That would be a piece of cake.

However, Chen Jing surprised him once again.

Seeing the demon emperor hesitating there, the Primordial Celestial Venerable looked at him with a sense of disappointment and frustration.

On Jin'ao Island, in Biyou Palace.

The Master of Heaven's face had changed from initial worry to a look of pure joy; his disciple had finally grown up.

Having faced Di Jun without defeat, from now on, unless a sage personally intervenes, he should have the ability to protect himself.

The Tongtian Sect Leader hadn't been heavily involved in Chen Jing's growth, but he had been keeping an eye on it. Seeing his disciple, who resembled him in temperament, grow to this point, he finally smiled with satisfaction.

The West, Mount Ling.

Zhunti and Jieyin were still sitting quietly by the Eight Treasures Merit Pool. How could they not see that Dijun was searching for the last little golden crow there?

A sinister smile appeared on Zhunti's face; he wished the witch and demon races would go to war immediately.

When Chen Jing encountered Di Jun, the two sages quietly watched the great battle between the two.

When Chen Jing broke through to the Quasi-Saint level, Zhunti had considered converting him to the West. When he saw Chen Jing fight Di Jun for several rounds without being at a disadvantage, Zhunti's eyes gleamed with a red light.

The small flame that had been burning inside him had now grown into a raging inferno, making him eager to do it.

Just as Zhunti was pondering this matter, Dijun finally spoke.

"Boy, don't be so arrogant. When I was roaming the prehistoric continent, you weren't even born yet. I'll settle accounts with you after I find my lost son."

Di Jun said fiercely.

At this moment, he was already considering retreating. The impending war between the Lich King and the Lich King weighed heavily on his mind, and he could not afford to make any mistakes before that happened.

After saying that, Di Jun left without waiting for Chen Jing to speak.

He had had enough of this Taoist disciple's sharp tongue and really didn't want to hear another word from him.

Watching Di Jun's departing figure, Chen Jing sneered inwardly, thinking, "Hmph, dreaming of finding your lost son!"

Only after Di Jun left did the powerful figures who had been watching over the area withdraw their divine senses.

With Di Jun's retreat, the battle between the two undoubtedly became a farce, a laughing stock among the prehistoric creatures.

From then on, Chen Jing's name appeared more frequently in the mouths of the prehistoric creatures.

These things were naturally not what Chen Jing cared about. After this battle, he finally felt much better. Ever since the battle in the East China Sea, Di Jun's shadow had been weighing on his mind, making him dare not be lazy in the slightest.

Now, after the battle with Di Jun, Di Jun's retreat has made Chen Jing feel much better.

With the figure weighing on his heart gone, Chen Jing could feel a sudden sense of relief.

The flow of his primordial spirit's magical power was much faster than before, and the profound Daoist rhymes on his primordial spirit seemed to be clearer. As Di Jun retreated, Chen Jing no longer hesitated and headed towards the location of the platinum treasure chest.

With Chen Jing's breakthrough to the Quasi-Saint realm, he would no longer have to worry about traveling.

In just a few days, Chen Jing arrived at a beautiful mountain with towering peaks, ethereal mist, and abundant spiritual energy.

In these mountains, there is a towering peak.

Three large characters are carved on the mountain peak: Longevity Mountain.

Seeing this, Chen Jing finally realized where he had arrived.

He no longer needed to look at the location of the treasure chest to know where it had appeared.

Standing in mid-air, Chen Jing scanned the area with his divine sense and discovered a manor.

Soon, Chen Jing arrived at the bottom of the steps in front of the manor.

On the gate of the manor, three familiar characters were engraved: Wuzhuang Temple.

That's right, the treasure chest is located in Wuzhuang Temple on Longevity Mountain.