Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

Hongjun did not turn around in response to the respectful voice.

He still had his back to the saints and faced the direction of the ancestral witch, as if he were looking at something much deeper.

After a long silence, he slowly spoke:

"The war between the Lich King and the Demon King was originally a calamity for heaven and earth. However, you, as saints, should have maintained the stability of the primordial world and guided cause and effect, but you allowed this war to escalate and even force out the ultimate power of the Great Array of Heavenly Gods and Demons."

The voice was calm, yet it sent a chill down the spines of all six saints.

"Laozi, you have done nothing and watched the calamity unfold."

"Yuanshi, you value rules over change and failed to stop the fighting in time."

"Tongtian, you are warlike and have forgotten stability; wherever your sword points, there is cause and effect."

"Jieyin and Zhunti, you two have gone too far in your scheming, trying to profit from this robbery."

"Nuwa, you...!"

Every word was like a hammer of divine justice, striking the heart of the sage.

The six sages bowed even deeper, and no one dared to argue with them.

After finishing his reprimand, Hongjun finally turned around slowly.

This was the first time Huanglong had truly "seen" the Dao Ancestor's face, yet he instantly forgot it.

But when he looked at it again, he found that he couldn't remember the face at all.

It was as if that face was changing every moment; it could be a boy, an old man, a man, a woman, a face of all living beings, and yet it was formless.

Only those eyes caused Huanglong to feel a tremor in his primordial spirit after just one glance, as if he had seen all the traces of his cultivation since he began, and even... a vague future.

Hongjun's gaze lingered on Huanglong for a moment.

Just one pause, yet it made Huanglong feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave, or as if he had been enlightened.

He had a vague feeling that the Dao Ancestor's glance seemed to have a deeper meaning.

But Hongjun remained silent.

He shifted his gaze to the dilapidated Southern Heavenly Gate, to the collapsed Ancestral Witch, and to the battered and bruised Emperor Jun and the others, and slowly said:

"From this day forward..."

When the sound rang out, the Heavenly Dao roared and the laws manifested!

It resounded in the ears of all living beings in the vast and ancient world!

"Demon Ruler of Heaven".

High above the nine heavens, the golden crow phantom, formed by the convergence of the demon race's fortune, roared to the sky!

However, upon closer inspection, fine black lines could be seen appearing on the body of the Golden Crow of Fortune.

"The land is under the control of witches."

Within the earth, the fortune of the Wu tribe transformed into twelve pillars of turbid energy, but they did not soar into the sky; instead, they intertwined on Mount Buzhou!

"No more killing is permitted within this period."

The last sentence is no longer a statement, but a sacred word from Heaven!

Each word that fell transformed into golden Dao patterns, imprinting themselves on the laws of the primordial world!

The countless beings in the primordial world who had suffered greatly from the battles between the witch and demon races were initially in uproar, but then erupted in thunderous cheers.

The countless creatures of the primordial world have suffered under the combined forces of the Lich and Demon races for far too long. Now that the two races have ceased hostilities for a short period of time, they will be able to enjoy a period of peace.

Di Jun and the other demons showed joy and bowed to Hongjun in unison: "We will obey the decree of the Dao Ancestor."

Seeing the delighted demons, Di Jiang gritted his teeth, causing cracks to appear in the surrounding space, but he could only squeeze out a single word: "...Okay!"

Hongjun's gaze swept over all the living beings present.

Finally, he looked up at the vast, boundless sky and the mysterious river of time, and sighed softly.

The figure began to slowly disappear.

Starting from the feet, they transform into specks of light, returning to nothingness.

"Respectfully bidding farewell to the Dao Ancestor (Teacher)..."

All spirits knelt in worship, their voices echoing throughout the primordial world.

The moment Hongjun completely disappeared, the oppressive force of the Heavenly Dao that had weighed on the hearts of all living beings finally dissipated.

Di Jun slowly straightened up.

The Heavenly Emperor, who had just been disheveled, now stood tall and his imperial majesty was once again on display.

He looked at the Three Pure Ones, then at the Two Sages of the West, then at Nuwa, and cupped his hands in greeting:

"My sages, the Heavenly Court has suffered such a great calamity. Emperor Jun must return immediately to reorganize. I will visit you again another day to express my gratitude."

Having said that, he turned and left without even noticing the murderous glint in the eyes of the sages.

"I am the Heavenly Emperor, all demons of the primordial land, heed my command!"

Although Di Jun's voice lacked strength, it carried an undeniable imperial majesty, resounding throughout the primordial world:

"Return to the Heavenly Realm!"

The remaining demon saints bowed to the saints and dispersed.

Bai Ze recalled the fallen Bai Ze Diagram, Ying Zhao picked up the cracked spiritual treasure, and Ji Meng retrieved the scales scattered on the ground... Every demon saint had a sense of relief at surviving a calamity in their eyes, as well as a strong killing intent towards the Wu Clan.

But they didn't say anything, they just silently gathered behind Di Jun.

Kunpeng absorbed the nearly destroyed Demon Master Palace into its body, transformed into human form, and a brand new arm grew back.

As for the enormous wing that landed on the ground, it was covered with the bloodthirsty aura unique to the Wu Clan, and was clearly no longer worth retrieving.

Following closely in Di Jun's footsteps, they passed through the South Heavenly Gate, which bore a huge axe mark, and returned to the Heavenly Realm.

Huanglong's gaze fell on the huge, broken wing.

A sentence suddenly popped into his mind: "Braised chicken wings, I love to eat them!"

The wings of the Kunpeng contain the power of the extreme cold of the Northern Sea and the fierce winds of the Nine Heavens. If it is slowly roasted with true fire, and served with Heavenly Spirit Pepper, Thunder Pattern Sichuan Pepper, and East Sea Spirit Salt, and then brushed with the Hundred Flower Honey brewed by Purple Spirit... the taste is so good that even a saint would want to take a bite.

pity.

Looking at the bloodthirsty aura on the wings, which was emanating from the giant axe in Pangu's hand, I wonder if it can be dispelled!

Huang Long swallowed hard and looked away.

Such thoughts are best left unsaid.

The ancestral witches of the Wu tribe would not let such a good thing go to waste!

Secondly, if Kunpeng found out that his wings had been burned, he would go crazy!

Although the current Huanglong is not afraid of the Kunpeng!

Just then—

"Boom!"

The earth trembled violently.

After receiving the Emperor's order, countless figures rose into the air from the south, north, and east, like three colorful torrents!

Those were the demon race creatures scattered throughout the primordial wilderness.

There were wild beasts that had cultivated themselves into spirits, plant spirits that absorbed the essence of the sun and moon, and bird demons that controlled the wind and thunder... Hundreds of millions of living beings, with varying levels of cultivation, were all heading in the same direction—the three heavenly gates of the celestial realm.

They felt the Heavenly Emperor's summons, and even more so, the Heavenly Oath of "Demon Ruler of Heaven".

From then on, they became the "Heavenly" race.

In the eastern part of the primordial wilderness, the Heavenly Gate, shrouded in phantoms, opened, and countless demons poured in.

The three enormous heavenly gates in the east, south, and north expanded more than a hundred times, allowing countless demons to quickly enter.

When the last demon passed through the Heavenly Gate—

"boom!!!"

The three heavenly gates closed simultaneously.

The enormous portal slowly vanished into the sky, as if it had never existed.

All that remains is the desolate southern land, scorched earth, with ravines stretching for millions of miles, bearing witness to this nearly cataclysmic war.

As the demon race departed, the figures of the Three Pure Ones slowly faded into the world.

"Am I being abandoned???"