Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

The rampage of the ten golden crows across the primordial land was the starting point; their great battle with the twelve ancestral witches intensified the situation; and the loss of the primordial land was the final straw. The bitter fruits of all this are now being silently swallowed by the entire demon race.

Di Jun closed his eyes.

The palace was deathly silent, with only the faint sounds of churning clouds and fierce winds coming from outside.

Many demon saints lowered their heads, their faces showing pain, regret, resentment, and helplessness.

Whom can they blame? The nine little golden crows that have already perished?

Why are Di Jun and Tai Yi so determined to avenge their son and start a war against the Wu Clan?

Or is it the fault of this Dao Ancestor who "rules the heavens and controls the earth"?

But if it weren't for the intervention of the Dao Ancestor, they wouldn't even have had the chance to "control the heavens," and would have already died under the giant axe swung by the phantom of Pangu!

After a long while, Di Jun slowly opened his eyes. Those eyes that once looked down on the world were now as deep as a cold pool, filled only with a resolute determination and a trace of deep-seated weariness.

He knew that everything Fuxi, Kunpeng, and Bai Ze said was true.

As the Heavenly Emperor, who ruled the Heavenly Court, his perception of the fate of the demon race was clearer than anyone else's.

If we're talking about the decline in the demon race's fortunes, who is most affected? Naturally, it's him, the demon race's Heavenly Emperor!

That stagnation and decline had long been like a persistent, intractable disease, tormenting him for millennia.

"I...understand."

Di Jun's voice was hoarse, "The past is gone, there's no point in saying more. Karmic obstacles need to be resolved slowly, and fortune needs to be planned gradually."

"As long as we can destroy the Witch Clan and become the overlords of this primordial world, our clan's fortune will continue uninterrupted... This little bit of karma is nothing!"

"However, the ferocity of the Heavenly Divine Fiend Formation is unstoppable. If there is no way to break the formation, the demon race will surely face annihilation when the next era arrives!"

"Fellow Daoist Fuxi, how is the Zhou Tian Star Array you led the demon saints in deducing progressing? This array is crucial to whether our demon race's Heavenly Court can withstand the might of Pangu's giant axe!"

He forcefully changed the subject, drawing everyone's attention away from the somber analysis of fate and back to the imminent threat to their survival.

Upon hearing this, Fuxi's expression turned serious, but he immediately revealed a deep sense of difficulty.

The Hetu Luoshu in his hand surged with spiritual light, manifesting an extremely complex array diagram in the main hall. The array diagram used the Taiyin and Taiyang stars as its hub, with 365 dazzling ancient main stars as its core, supplemented by 14,800 auxiliary stars, their star power interconnected, making it profound and unpredictable.

"Your Majesty," Fuxi's voice carried a barely perceptible strain, "the fundamental diagram of the Zhou Tian Star Array, after ten thousand years of deduction by your minister, the Demon Master, the White Ze Demon Saint, and all my colleagues, has... has been initially completed."

"Oh?" A glimmer of light finally appeared in Di Jun's eyes. "How powerful is the formation? Can it withstand the Witch Clan's Heavenly Divine Fiend Formation?"

Fuxi nodded affirmatively: "Through our deductions, if we can unleash its full power, it certainly can! This formation takes the celestial sphere as its origin, borrowing the boundless power of the starry sky. Once fully deployed, it will draw upon the power of the primordial starry sky, its power vast and limitless, enough to isolate heaven and earth and evolve chaos. Through repeated deductions and simulations, it can indeed contend with the Great Formation of the Divine Fiends that condenses the true body of Pangu, and even... if used properly, victory is not impossible!"

"Good!" Di Jun's spirits lifted, and many demon saints in the hall also showed joy. They had put too much effort into this great formation, and finally they saw a glimmer of hope.

However, Fuxi's next words were like a bucket of ice water, extinguishing the flame of hope that Dijun had just ignited.

"But...!" Fuxi looked troubled, hesitating to speak.

Di Jun's heart sank, and he urged, "But what is it? Fellow Daoist, please speak freely!"

Fuxi took a deep breath and pointed to the 365 most brilliant main star array eyes on the array diagram: "However, the core of this array lies in these 365 main star array eyes! Each array eye requires a powerful demon to be stationed there, using their own cultivation, essence, blood, and primordial spirit as a guide to communicate with the corresponding ancient main star and draw in the most violent and primordial stellar power to unify all the stars and unleash the ultimate power of the array."

He paused, his tone heavy as if weighed down by a mountain: "And according to the calculations, to bear and operate such a violent and vast stellar origin without being assimilated or burst by it, the minimum cultivation requirement for someone to guard the main star's array eye... is... the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm!"

"Great Luo Golden Immortals? Three hundred and sixty-five of them?!" Di Jun suddenly stood up from his throne, his voice changing tone!

The entire Lingxiao Palace fell into a deathly silence, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

All the demon saints, including Kunpeng, looked at Dijun on the throne with bitter expressions.

Three hundred and sixty-five Great Luo Golden Immortals?!

It should be noted that, from its establishment to the present, the Demon Clan Heavenly Court has only had a total of about 160 demon gods, demon saints, and commanders at the level of Great Luo Golden Immortals!

This already represents the most powerful fighting force gathered from many families and races of the prehistoric world and the Heavenly Court!

Three hundred and sixty-five? That's a difference of more than two hundred!

That's an astronomical figure!

Di Jun slowly sat back on his throne, his face drained of color, replaced by a paleness that bordered on despair.

Where is he supposed to conjure up more than two hundred Great Immortals?

Cultivation? Now that the Heavenly Court of the Demon Race has devoted all its efforts, not a single demon has broken through to the peak of the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm in nearly ten thousand years!

Recruit? That's even more impossible. The demon race has retreated to the Heavenly Realm, far from the primordial land. What being would be so foolish as to join the Heavenly Court?

"Your Majesty, those who are not Great Luo Immortals simply cannot withstand the erosion of the main star's origin. If we forcibly use Taiyi Golden Immortals to fill the ranks, even if we manage to form a great formation, when it collides with the Twelve Ancestral Witches' Dutian Divine Fiend Formation, not only will it be unable to withstand it, but it will also be instantly dispersed by the power of the Pangu phantom, causing the formation to collapse and backfire, with unimaginable consequences." Bai Ze added bitterly from the side, confirming the cruelty of Fuxi's judgment.

The greater the hope, the deeper the disappointment.

The nascent excitement, the belief that they had found the ultimate weapon against the witch clan, was instantly shattered by this cold reality.

The Zhou Tian Star Array, though magnificent, is like a mirage—visible but intangible. Lacking the crucial 365 Grand Luo Masters, this unparalleled array, painstakingly developed over millennia, is nothing more than a beautiful but useless diagram!

The Lingxiao Palace was completely silent.

An atmosphere of despair, helplessness, and bewilderment permeated every inch of space, like the thickest ink, eroding the Dao heart of every high-ranking member of the demon race.

Di Jun stared blankly at the star pattern on the ceiling of the palace, as if he were counting the endless stars, or as if he were gazing at the bleak future of the demon race.

Is the demon race truly nearing its end?

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