Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

In the Ten Thousand Demon Mountain, Bai Ze raised his head and looked south, his white jade pupils reflecting the distant sky, and pondered for a moment.

"Chi You!"

"Xingtian!"

"The Witch Clan...the Witch Clan wants to interfere in the throne of the Human Emperor?" Bai Ze's expression was solemn.

"Nine Infants and Shang Yang, come to Ten Thousand Demon Mountain immediately!"

Then, he condensed a beam of spiritual light that traversed countless spaces and finally landed in the Northern Underworld.

The ray of light fell into the sea and disappeared into the surging waves.

But three breaths later, the sea began to churn.

The black seawater seemed to be lifted up from below by an unseen giant hand, forming a huge water sac.

The water bubble grew larger and higher until it finally exploded with a bang.

A gigantic Kunpeng leaped out of the sea.

The Kunpeng's back resembled a piece of land emerging from the water, and its wings, when spread, blotted out the sky.

It flipped in mid-air, its body rapidly shrinking until it finally solidified into a middle-aged man with a sinister face.

Demon Master Kunpeng.

He stood above the Northern Sea, holding the fading spiritual light in his hand, his expression a mix of confusion and anger.

"Bai Ze actually dares to come looking for me." Kunpeng's voice carried a hint of mockery.

He betrayed the demon race back then, escaping with their treasures at a crucial moment. Later, when Shang Yang nearly perished at Yaochi's hands, it was he who saved him.

This matter is a complete mess no matter how you look at it.

Kunpeng crushed the spiritual light, and its figure vanished on the spot.

When he reappeared, he was already standing on the edge of Beiju Luzhou.

He looked at the present state of Beiju Luzhou, where demonic energy soared to the sky and malevolent energy stretched endlessly. The once-powerful demon race could now only hide in this barren land.

He took a step, his figure vanished again, and in the next instant he appeared in the Ten Thousand Demon Mountain.

Jiuying and Shangyang have arrived.

Jiuying remained unchanged, dressed in a dark red robe with a snake-bone belt around its waist, its face eerie and its eyes icy.

He sat on the stone bench, one hand resting on the table, his fingers impatiently tapping the stone surface, producing a dull sound.

Shang Yang stood by the window, dressed in a blue robe, his face pale, looking as if he had not yet recovered from a serious injury.

Upon seeing Kunpeng's figure appear, Jiuying abruptly stopped tapping on the table.

Shang Yang also turned around.

The gazes of the three quasi-saints of the demon race clashed in mid-air.

In that instant, time seemed to stand still throughout the entire Ten Thousand Demon Mountain.

Jiuying's lips twitched, and a hint of ferocity flashed in his eyes.

Shang Yang's face turned even paler. Kunpeng had indeed saved Shang Yang's life, but that did not erase the old debt of betraying the demon race.

The gratitude for being saved and the hatred for betrayal intertwined, giving Shang Yang a complex and indescribable feeling when he saw Kunpeng.

Kunpeng completely ignored their gazes, walked to the stone table, and sat down on a stone bench.

His movements were as casual as if he were at home.

"Everyone is here." Bai Ze's figure appeared quietly. He glanced at Kunpeng and, without saying any pleasantries, said, "Let's get down to business."

Bai Ze pointed in the direction of Nanshanbuzhou.

"Xing Tian of the Wu Clan has made his move."

Jiuying was the first to speak: "Is the Witch Clan about to emerge from the underworld?"

Kunpeng leaned back on the stone bench, his expression indifferent: "It's only a matter of time before the Wu Clan wants to recreate the primordial world. After that great calamity, they hid in the underworld, and they'll eventually have to find a chance to turn things around."

Shang Yang nodded and continued, "If it were only Xing Tian who made the move, it wouldn't be worth the four of us gathering here."

Bai Ze looked at the three of them, remained silent for a few breaths, and then voiced his guess.

"Chi You was a hybrid of human and witch, but he had human blood in his veins."

The atmosphere in the hall changed instantly upon hearing these words.

Jiuying's fingers, which were tapping the table, stopped in mid-air. Shang Yang narrowed his eyes slightly, and even Kunpeng lowered his raised leg.

Bai Ze continued, "Chi You has human blood, so he is qualified to compete for the throne of the Human Emperor."

"A struggle for the throne of the Human Emperor?"

Kunpeng's expression changed first.

His expression changed from nonchalant to gloomy, his dark gray eyes staring at Bai Ze as if to confirm that Bai Ze was not joking.

Shang Yang frowned, looked at Bai Ze, and suddenly said, "But the human race already has a Xuanyuan. Guang Chengzi took him as his disciple, and the Sage's intention is very clear."

The Demon Saint Jiuying also realized: "That's right. According to past practice, Fuxi is Xuandu's disciple, Shennong is Duobao's disciple, and Xuanyuan is Guangchengzi's disciple. The next Human Emperor is undoubtedly him. These matters have always been decided by the sages. When did it become the turn of the Wu Clan to interfere?"

Bai Ze did not answer immediately, but stared into the void and pondered for a while.

"Even if Xuanyuan might be the next human emperor designated by the sage, we still have to be wary of Chiyou."

"Why?" Jiuying pressed.

Bai Ze raised his head, his gaze sweeping over the three faces one by one: "Because of the Witch Clan, there is also a Saint from the Underworld plotting in secret."

These words caused the temperature in the hall to drop even further.

"Zhurong is still alive." Bai Ze's voice wasn't loud, but every word seemed to hit a stone slab. "Although this ancestral witch is trapped, he is still alive. The witch clan still has many great witches. If they all come out to help Chi You seize the throne of the human emperor, no one can stop them except a sage personally taking action."

"If what you say is true," Kunpeng's voice was deep, "Chi You, having seized the throne of the Human Emperor and been blessed with the fortune of the human race, will be able to reach the realm of a Quasi-Saint. Once that is achieved, the Wu Clan will be able to break free from the effects of the great calamity of that year and once again ascend to the stage of the primordial world."

Shang Yang's face turned pale: "And our demon race... will inevitably be completely annihilated by Chi You, who will become the human emperor."

Jiuying slammed his hand on the stone table: "What about Xuanyuan? If Xuanyuan becomes the Human Emperor, all the Wu Clan's plans will fail!"

Bai Ze glanced at him, his tone indifferent: "Do you think Xuanyuan will let the demon race go?"

Jiuying's expression froze.

Shang Yang's expression turned even more unpleasant.

Bai Ze stated bluntly: "The human race on Beiju Luzhou was almost completely wiped out, and there were still several human Taiyi cultivators left. This blood debt must be settled no matter who becomes the Human Emperor."

After he finished speaking, Bai Ze, Shang Yang, and Kunpeng all turned their gazes to Jiu Ying.

Jiuying felt the weight of those three gazes, and his shoulders hunched slightly.

Ultimately, the trouble in Beiju Luzhou was caused by his son.

He cultivated the Demon Core Technique but failed to control himself, losing all his intelligence and becoming a ferocious beast that only knew how to kill, slaughtering all the humans in Beiju Luzhou.

"I...!" Jiuying opened her mouth, wanting to explain something, but found it was all in vain.

Shang Yang withdrew his gaze and said with a smile, "Jiuying, how is your offspring doing now?"

Jiuying's voice was deep: "His intelligence has been restored, and all his demonic energy has been purified. He is about to break through to the Taiyi Realm."