Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

At this moment, a deep gloom and weariness lingered between Di Jun's brows...!

Ten thousand years is but a fleeting moment for a powerful being like him, a primordial saint or a quasi-saint at the peak of his power. But for him and for the many demon races of the entire Heavenly Court, these past ten thousand years have felt exceptionally long and heavy.

Below the steps, the core high-ranking members of the demon race were lined up on the left and right.

On the left is Donghuang Taiyi, who holds the Chaos Bell and exudes a powerful fighting spirit!

On the right, at the head of the group, stands the Demon Emperor Fuxi, with a human body and a snake tail, exuding a profound and mysterious aura. He holds the Hetu Luoshu in his hand, and his injuries from the Great Dao have mostly healed. Facing Dijun's question, Fuxi frowns, but his eyes seem to contain endless mysteries of the universe.

Beside him stood the demon master Kunpeng, dressed in black robes, with a sinister face and eyes that seemed to hold the chill of the deep sea of ​​the North Sea.

Further down are the Ten Demon Saints, standing on either side!

"Within a single day, the top disciples of the three sects simultaneously broke through to the Great Luo realm... This is just too much of a coincidence!"

"Tenth-rank! Eleventh-rank phantoms! How has the Xuanmen's fortunes flourished to this extent?"

"Our demon race... the last time a Great Luo Immortal was born in our demon race was when our little prince broke through to the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm?"

The last whispered question, like a sharp thorn, instantly pierced the layer of paper in the hearts of many demon saints that they were unwilling to touch.

The discussion abruptly ceased, and everyone's gaze involuntarily fell upon Di Jun, who sat high on the throne. Their eyes then quickly swept over key figures such as Fuxi and Kunpeng before finally settling back on the ground in front of them. Their eyes flickered, and the atmosphere was awkward and heavy.

When Di Jun heard the words "Little Prince," his expression turned completely somber.

As for the disciples of the Three Pure Ones, Xuandu, Guangchengzi, and Duobao all breaking through to the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm, he certainly knew what that meant.

This means that the three schools of Taoism have entered a new stage of rapid development in disciple training and the accumulation of fortune.

Each of the three sages' lineages now has a core successor who can uphold their reputation and has a promising future, allowing them to truly step onto the grand stage of the prehistoric world!

On the other hand, the demon race...!

He took a slow breath, suppressing the complex emotions churning within him. His gaze, sharp as lightning, swept over Fuxi and Kunpeng to his left: "Fellow Daoist Fuxi, Demon Master. You both possess extremely high attainments in the Dao of Heavenly Secrets, understanding the workings of Heaven and the workings of destiny. In your opinion, the Xuanmen Sanqing sect produces countless talents, while our Demon Clan Heavenly Court, since... since that upheaval, nearly ten thousand years have passed, and no new Great Luo has been born. What is the reason for this?"

Di Jun called out the question again!

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable authority, and a hint of... barely perceptible hardness.

Everyone in the hall knew what that "upheaval" referred to, yet no one dared to mention it lightly.

Fuxi and Kunpeng exchanged a glance, both seeing solemnity and a hint of helplessness in each other's eyes.

Kunpeng snorted coldly and spoke first, his voice hoarse and low, carrying a hint of chill: "Your Majesty is wise. Xuandu, Guangchengzi, and Duobao were able to attain the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm for three reasons. First, their innate talent. Xuandu is the only disciple of the Human Sect's Taiqing Saint, who is also the person with the highest attainment in alchemy in the Primordial World. Although Guangchengzi and Duobao are not innate saints, they are still top-tier innate beings with profound blessings."

The three of them, having received meticulous instruction from a sage, already possessed a starting point far superior to all beings in the primordial world. Secondly, they had exceptional opportunities and fortune. Having become disciples of a sage, they enjoyed the immense blessings and protection of the Xuanmen (mystical sect), lacking nothing in terms of cultivation resources, protective treasures, and the true teachings of the Great Dao. Especially Xuandu, who enjoyed the exclusive favor of the Taiqing Sage, possessing two supreme treasures protecting his path—who in the primordial world could compare?

He paused, a shadow of gloom flashing in his narrow eyes, and his tone became even lower: "And this third point, which is also the most crucial point... is 'purification of karmic obstacles'."

He emphasized the word "karmic obstacles" with extra force.

Many high-ranking members of the demon race in the hall had slightly changed expressions.

Kunpeng continued, "The path of cultivation, especially the breakthrough to the Great Luo realm, involves a leap in the essence of life and requires a deep resonance with the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth. The greatest taboo is being entangled in karma and having one's cause and effect clouded. Those with heavy karma have their heavenly secrets obscured, their inner demons rampant, their fortunes blocked, and their connection to the Great Dao difficult to maintain. These three have long resided in Kunlun, cultivating and comprehending the Dao. Therefore, their Dao hearts are clear, their fortunes are unobstructed, and their breakthrough to the Great Luo realm is a natural progression."

His words, like a cold knife, sliced ​​open the reality that many demon saints in the hall were unwilling to face.

Di Jun's expression grew even more unpleasant, but he did not interrupt. Instead, the veins on the back of his hand, which was resting on the armrest, were faintly visible.

Fuxi sighed softly and took over the conversation. His voice was gentle yet possessed a penetrating power that went straight to the heart of the matter: "The Demon Master's words hit the nail on the head...!"

Fuxi looked up at Dijun before slowly saying, "Your Majesty's ten sons, from birth to breaking through to the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm in less than a single cycle, far surpass the time taken by those three sages to receive direct instruction!"

"The reason why our demon race's fortune is currently stagnant and our karmic burdens are accumulated is because ten thousand years ago, ten suns rose into the sky, causing calamity and widespread suffering. This was a great cause and effect of heaven and earth, and boundless karmic force was born from it, binding the Golden Crow's bloodline and permeating the entire demon race's fortune...!"

He raised his head, his gaze clear yet sorrowful as he looked at Di Jun: "That calamity not only caused the fall of the nine princes, but also cast a heavy shadow over the fortune of our demon race. Subsequently, we fought a series of great battles with the twelve ancestral witches, which were of a massive scale and had a wide-ranging impact, shattering countless billions of miles of land. The boundless karmic obstacles generated... are also continuing to erode our fortune."

"More importantly, now that we demons are trapped in the Heavenly Realm, we have lost billions of lives on Earth, and the foundation of the demon race has been shaken!"

"Luck is like living water; it needs to flow continuously to nourish the race and nurture talents. But now, the luck of my Heavenly Court, the Golden Crow, is nearly stagnant due to karmic stagnation, even...!"

Fuxi's voice lowered, tinged with reluctance, "There are even signs of a decline. Under such circumstances, let alone the birth of new top-tier Da Luo, even existing Da Luo will find it extremely difficult to advance further. The favorable timing, location, and human factors required to break through to Da Luo, especially that wisp of 'pure opportunity' that aligns with the Great Dao, have been obscured by layers of karmic obstacles and fog."

Bai Ze then added, "Your Majesty, I have recently been deducing celestial secrets and have also discovered this omen. Among the new generation of our demon race, there are indeed those with exceptional talent and sufficient experience."

"However, every time they are about to succeed, something unexpected always happens, whether it's an external calamity or a sudden enlightenment that seems impossible... It's as if there are invisible shackles binding them. This demon race is incompetent, truly... due to the backlash of their destiny."

The predicament of the demon race is now being peeled back layer by layer, revealing its bloody truth to every high-ranking member of the demon race in the Lingxiao Palace.

The reason why no new Great Luo has been promoted for thousands of years is not because they are not hardworking or lack resources, but because the entire clan has been dragged into the quagmire of fate and their progress has been hindered by the karma they themselves have created!