Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

Although Gonggong often clashed with Zhurong, he surprisingly grinned widely at this moment, revealing a ferocious smile.

A roar like a torrent burst forth from that enormous mouth: "Well done! Kunlun was left to that hypocrite Yuanshi, Taiqing hid in Shouyang Mountain like a coward, and Tongtian ran off to the East Sea... Hmph, let's see how they dare to call themselves the true descendants of Pangu again!"

Dijiang's four wings fluttered slightly, causing ripples in the space. His faceless "face" turned towards Kunlun, emitting a buzzing sound:

"The Three Pure Ones will separate, and their fortune will surely dissipate! This is our clan's opportunity! Only we can inherit the legacy left by our Father God!"

Houtu's expression was relatively gentle, but a hint of relief and determination flashed in her eyes: "Fellow Daoists Sanqing have ultimately chosen their own paths. Perhaps this is also the will of Heaven. However, with their separation, the primordial world has undergone another change."

Zhu Jiuyin's eyes, which seemed to control time, flickered, as if they could see through parts of the future: "Division is also the beginning of conflict. The separation of the Three Pure Ones is beneficial to the Wu Clan. However, we must not be careless, for the Three Pure Ones are ultimately saints."

"So what if he's a saint?" Thunder Ancestral Witch Qiangliang's voice was like thunder, and the electric snake in his mouth crackled.

"Our race disrespects the Heavenly Dao, revering only the Father God! We do not cultivate the primordial spirit, but only refine the physical body! Once we perfect the Great Array of Heavenly Gods and Demons, the true form of the Father God we summon will be so powerful that even a saint could be cleaved in two!"

Upon hearing this, all the ancestral shamans were invigorated.

Dijiang said in a deep voice, "Qiangliang is right! The Three Pure Ones split up because their primordial spirit paths were incompatible. But my Wu clan inherited the most powerful physical body and bloodline power of our Father God! Should we be considered the true descendants of Pangu?"

Dijiang glanced at his brothers and sisters and said, "We will show all the beings of this primordial world, especially the Three Pure Ones who have separated their families, what the true lineage of Pangu is!"

"Alright! Let's practice the grand formation!"

"Summon the true form of the Father God, and uphold the name of our Witch Clan!"

"Let the primordial world know who the true descendants of Pangu are!"

The ancestral witches were filled with fighting spirit. Without saying a word, they tacitly dispersed and stood in the Pangu Palace according to the mysterious directions.

"Charge!!!!"

Dijiang roared, and the twelve Ancestral Witches simultaneously looked up to the sky and howled!

There were no complicated incantations, no exquisite techniques, only the purest and most violent bloodline power erupting!

Rumble—!!!

The twelve Ancestral Witches stood at the foot of Mount Buzhou, manipulating the phantom of Pangu that could cleave chaos, as if about to create the world once more?

The separation of the Three Pure Ones was, in their view, not only good news of a split within the Xuanmen sect, but also proof of the hypocrisy of the Three Pure Ones' so-called "true lineage of Pangu".

Only power, only bloodline, only the will of the Father God represented by Mount Buzhou, is eternal!

The Witch Clan is the true lineage!

......

Inside the Lingxiao Palace, the deathly silence had long been broken, replaced by a deeper shock and disbelief.

Di Jun, Fu Xi, Kun Peng, and the others looked at each other, each seeing horror and contemplation in the other's eyes.

The Three Pure Ones split! The Xuanmen sect splits!

Fuxi's fingers flew across the screen, causing the light and shadow on the Bagua plate to tremble wildly. He murmured, "No wonder... no wonder the disciples of the three religions have made breakthroughs one after another, and their fortunes have been surging... It turns out that the Three Pure Ones have already separated and established their own religions. Fortunes have gone from being united to being divided, and then from being divided to being gathered in each religion. This in itself is a huge reshuffling and redistribution of fortunes!"

Xuandu, Guangchengzi, and Duobao, as the chief disciples of the three religions, naturally inherited the first and most concentrated share of the fortune after the division of the family! This was the opportune moment!

Kunpeng's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and a hint of surprise appeared on his gloomy face: "The Three Pure Ones have split up... The Xuanmen is divided and its power is dispersed... In the short term, this may seem to reduce the overall pressure from the Sages on my demon race, but in the long term, from the perspective of the overall situation of the prehistoric world... there are more variables!"

The separation of the three teachings inevitably leads to competition, increasing internal attrition within the Xuanmen sect. However, this competition may also cause its disciples to grow rapidly... The outcome is unpredictable!

Di Jun slowly sat up straight, and a light rekindled in his eyes—a light that saw change and possibility in a desperate situation.

The separation of the Three Pure Ones has created a rift within the Xuanmen (Taoist sect). Whether this rift will eventually widen into an abyss or be healed, at least for now, it has distracted the sages and perhaps given the Heavenly Court a moment to breathe and operate.

"The Three Pure Ones split up, the Three Teachings separated..." Di Jun repeated in a low voice, his fingers unconsciously tapping the armrest of his throne. "Kunlun became the Chan Teaching; Shouyang Mountain became the Ren Teaching; Jin'ao Island in the East Sea became the Jie Teaching... The Xuanmen was divided into three."

"Buzz—"

At the foot of Buzhou Mountain, an aura that terrified Di Jun and the others suddenly erupted, only to dissipate in an instant!

Di Jun looked up in shock, his gaze seemingly piercing through the Lingxiao Palace, seeing the figures of the Twelve Ancestral Witches beneath Buzhou Mountain, and witnessing the future of the demon race...!

Di Jun's fingers tapped lightly on the armrest, each tap sparking tiny flames of the True Fire of the Sun: "With the Three Pure Ones splitting up, the Witch Clan has clearly benefited greatly. That aura just now—" He paused, then said, word by word, "was even stronger than it was ten thousand years ago."

The air in the hall seemed to freeze. All the powerful demons knew what Di Jun was referring to—the phantom image of Pangu formed by the twelve Ancestral Witches!

That was a single axe blow that severely injured them, and two axe blows that nearly shattered the heavens. It was a terrifying existence capable of splitting chaos and resetting the earth, fire, water, and wind!

A deeper silence fell over the hall.

The Zhou Tian Star Array is a formation that Fuxi, Kunpeng, and many demon saints spent ten thousand years deducing.

This grand formation is comparable to the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation of the Witch Clan, but its flaws are so great that they make Di Jun and the others despair.

"Could it be... that Heaven intends to destroy my demon race?" The nine heads of the Demon Saint Jiuying sighed simultaneously, their voices overlapping like nine layers of mournful cries.

Just as the demons fell silent, a chilling chuckle suddenly rang out.

"Hehehe..."

The laughter came from the left side of the hall. The demon master Kunpeng slowly raised his head, his sinister face radiating a chilling aura.

"Your Majesty, I have a solution."

Kunpeng's voice was hoarse, like the friction of sand and gravel, "It can give birth to enough Great Luo Golden Immortals in the Heavenly Court in a short period of time."

"What?!"

"Is the sorcerer telling the truth?"

All the demons in the hall looked up, their eyes igniting with hope.

Even Donghuang Taiyi, who had been meditating with his eyes closed and had not uttered a word, opened his eyes, and the illusory image of the Chaos Bell solidified by a third.

Di Jun leaned forward, the True Fire of the Sun on his imperial robes blazing forth, causing the temperature inside the Lingxiao Palace to rise sharply: "Demon Master, please speak! What method is it?"

Kunpeng took a step forward unhurriedly, surveyed the hall, and finally fixed his gaze on Dijun, slowly uttering three words:

"Demon... Core... Technique".

The moment those three words were uttered, the temperature inside the hall plummeted.

The Demon Core Technique was familiar to all the quasi-saints among the demon race present.

This is a rapid cultivation method they created for the lower-level demon races, based on the Golden Elixir Method of the Taiqing Sage.

Demons who cultivate this method can devour sentient beings to enhance their cultivation and condense demon cores. Its greatest function is to rapidly accumulate cultivation and break through bottlenecks by devouring the flesh and blood and demon cores of other demons who cultivate this method.

However, this method has a fatal flaw: the cultivation gained from devouring is impure and corrupts the very essence of the soul, resulting in a weak foundation. At most, one can only cultivate to the Golden Immortal realm, and there is no possibility of further progress.