Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

"Forehead......!"

Kunpeng's words were cut short.

Shang Yang and Jiu Ying then realized they had been tricked by Kunpeng and glared at him angrily.

Faced with the anger of Jiuying and Shangyang, Kunpeng laughed instead, but the smile looked even more sinister at this moment.

"Don't rush, don't rush. I haven't finished speaking yet."

"Look, everyone!" Kunpeng waved his hand casually.

A beam of light surged from his palm and unfolded in mid-air. As the light swirled, a map of the entire Southern Continent appeared in the air.

Bai Ze, Shang Yang, and Jiu Ying all focused their attention on this map of the territory.

Kunpeng stretched out his finger and drew a circle outside the territory of the human race.

The circle formed by that beam of spiritual light clearly encircled the human territory.

Then Kunpeng's finger moved outside the circle and pointed to the various races scattered around the human race.

"Let them do it." Kunpeng's smile became meaningful. "It's not like we have to do it ourselves to exterminate the human race."

The hall fell silent for a moment.

Bai Ze stared at the races marked by Kunpeng on the map of the territory, his brows furrowing slightly, but quickly relaxing again.

Shang Yang and Jiu Ying reacted more directly.

Jiuying slammed his hand on the stone table, making the patterns on it vibrate and hum: "Brilliant! Let the surrounding tribes exterminate the human race. Even if Fuxi and Shennong want to settle scores, they won't be able to hold us responsible!"

Shang Yang pondered, "If we can use someone else to do the dirty work, it's certainly much safer than doing it ourselves. But... why would those tribes listen to us?"

Kunpeng glanced at Shang Yang, his smile unchanged: "They want to live too."

"These races scattered around humanity, caught in the middle, have to strike first if they don't want to become cannon fodder. We just need to give them a push and offer them some benefits, and they will naturally rush to join the fray."

Bai Ze listened in silence, not rushing to express his opinion.

His gaze fell on the map of the territory, his alabaster pupils reflecting the shimmering light within them.

Kunpeng's method did indeed circumvent the risk of directly becoming an enemy of the human race.

When Fuxi and Shennong settled scores, the first to be targeted were the races that took action, while the demon race remained behind the scenes, having ample room to maneuver.

But Bai Ze also knew that once this kind of thing started, there was no turning back.

If successful, the demon race will be able to find a sliver of hope for survival in the cracks.

If they fail, the karma of the entire demon race will be further compounded.

But what other choice do we have?

Whether it's Chi You or Xuanyuan who ascends to the throne of the Human Emperor, the demon race will not escape being purged.

The blood debt in Beiju Luzhou has already been incurred, and there is no way out.

Bai Ze raised his head and looked at Kunpeng.

"This method of the Demon Master is worth a try."

Kunpeng grinned, and the smile looked even more sinister.

Bai Ze tapped his fingers lightly twice on the stone table.

His gaze shifted from the map of the Southern Continent to the Kunpeng.

"I've got a solution." Bai Ze's voice returned to its usual calm. "But there's still one problem. How do we get the surrounding tribes to slaughter humans without restraint?"

He looked at Kunpeng and added, "Without sufficient benefits, a few words of provocation are not enough. No one who has survived to this day in the primordial world is a fool."

Shang Yang nodded in agreement, adding, "Bai Ze is right. Those guys just suffered a great loss at the hands of Xuanyuan and Chiyou; they're unlikely to make a move again anytime soon!"

Jiuying leaned against the stone bench, arms crossed, and frowned, saying, "Give us spiritual treasures? Spiritual roots? Immortal medicines? We don't have any of those things!"

Kunpeng listened to their discussion, a sinister smile always playing on his lips.

He didn't rush to interrupt, but waited until all three of them had finished speaking before slowly opening his mouth.

"What kind of magical treasures and elixirs should we give them?" Kunpeng's voice wasn't loud, but it drew the attention of the other three people in the hall. "Those things are all external. If we're going to give them anything, let's give them hope."

Bai Ze narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at Kunpeng with some doubt: "Hope?"

Kunpeng smiled and nodded, then solemnly said, "The Demon Core Technique."

The moment those three words were uttered, the surrounding air seemed to freeze for a moment.

Bai Ze frowned.

Shang Yang turned his head, a hint of confusion appearing on his thin face.

Jiuying went even further, slamming his large hand on the stone table, producing a dull thud.

"Demon Core Technique?" Jiuying's voice was full of confusion. "What does this Demon Core Technique have to do with the extermination of the human race?"

Kunpeng turned to look at Jiuying, his eyes filled with undisguised contempt.

He stared at Jiuying for a full three breaths before speaking.

"Nine Infants".

"Um?"

"How did your descendant, who was about to break through to the Taiyi Realm, regain his intelligence after practicing the Demon Core Technique?"

Upon hearing this, Jiuying's expression changed instantly.

But before he could answer, Kunpeng said with a smile.

"It devoured the blood and souls of millions of humans."

A low murmur escaped Jiuying's throat, as if it were an admission or a curse.

His descendant, while he was in seclusion recuperating, practiced the Demon Core Technique and devoured too many living beings. His demonic energy became extremely mixed, and his intelligence was completely clouded by resentment and obsession, turning him into a ferocious beast that only knew how to kill.

It wasn't until it devoured all the humans in Beiju Luzhou that its corrupted intelligence gradually regained its clarity.

The resentment and obsessions entangled in the demonic energy were thus purified completely.

Kunpeng remained silent in response to Jiuying's silence.

He pointed to the racial markers scattered around the human race.

"The effects of the Demon Core Technique are well known to the three of you." Kunpeng's voice was not loud, but every word was pronounced clearly. "By cultivating this technique, one can devour the flesh and blood and essence of other beings to improve one's cultivation. Devouring beings who also cultivate this technique can greatly refine their essence. The drawback is that demonic energy will be born in one's body, making one a member of the demon race."

He paused, removed his finger from the map, and turned to face the three men.

"The more it devours, the denser the demonic energy becomes. And the demonic energy is mixed and chaotic, containing the resentment and obsession of the devoured beings. When these resentments and obsessions accumulate to a certain degree, they will erode the spiritual intelligence and turn the cultivator into a ferocious beast that only knows how to kill."

Upon hearing this, Shang Yang understood the meaning of Kunpeng.

His eyes lit up, but there was a hint of uncertainty in them.

"What the Demon Master means is...!" Shang Yang said slowly, "to spread the Demon Core Technique and let those races cultivate it. After their minds are corrupted by demonic energy, then tell them about the effects of human blood and soul?"

"Indeed." Kunpeng shook his head, a cruel glint flashing in his gray pupils. "At that point, they had no way out...!"