Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

Overjoyed at receiving Heaven's permission, Di Jun immediately proclaimed:

"Heavenly Court, stand firm!"

"I, Emperor Jun, shall become the Heavenly Emperor, and be in charge of all living beings!"

"Respect Nuwa as the Heavenly Empress, Fuxi as the Emperor Xi, and Taiyi as the Eastern Emperor...!"

Di Jun did not use a single bit of his cultivation, yet his voice resounded throughout every corner of the entire prehistoric world.

It resounded deep within the hearts of all races and all living beings in the primordial world!

From the vast wilderness, the southern immortal volcano, and Mount Buzhou, countless gazes pierced through the layers of heaven and landed upon Emperor Jun of the Thirty-Three Heavens.

Di Jun, who had not appeared in the primordial world for tens of thousands of years, reappeared before all living beings, shocking billions of creatures in the entire primordial world!

Above the nine heavens, in the endless void, where there was originally chaos and nothingness, suddenly burst forth with billions of dazzling golden rays!

Majestic palaces and pavilions, exuding endless majesty, coalesced and emerged in the golden light, stretching endlessly and slowly hovering above the sea of ​​clouds in the central heavenly domain of the Thirty-Three Heavens.

At the highest point, above the main gate of the palace, golden light surged and slowly revealed four large characters filled with the aura of the Heavenly Dao: "Lingxiao Palace"!

Boundless rosy light and auspicious energy surged forth, and countless laws of the Great Dao intertwined, illuminating this magnificent scene in the primordial sky!

The immense and boundless pressure of the Heavenly Dao descended, causing all living beings below the level of saints on the primordial land, regardless of their cultivation level, to instinctively feel a sense of trepidation and awe, as if facing the entire primordial world!

Then, an even more shocking scene unfolded.

Above the sea of ​​clouds, above the magnificent palace formed from the very essence of heaven and earth, a vast and boundless aura of merit, which had rendered the celestial realm golden, poured down like the Milky Way from the heavens.

As Di Jun, Tai Yi, Fu Xi, Kun Peng, and the others looked at the enormous number of people, which was even greater than the merits that Jie Yin and Zhun Ti received when they became saints in the West, a hint of anticipation flashed in their eyes.

"If all of this merit were bestowed upon one person, could they attain sainthood through such vast virtue?"

Amidst the expectant gazes of the crowd, the immeasurable merit descended, instantly dispersing into golden rays of varying sizes, with three-tenths of the merit enveloping Emperor Jun on the altar.

Twenty percent fell into the Daoist temple of the Sage Nuwa, one ten percent was obtained by Donghuang Taiyi, one ten percent was taken by Fuxi, one ten percent was integrated into the body of the Demon Master Kunpeng, and the remaining twenty percent was obtained by the Ten Great Demon Saints.

The other demons, though they did not gain merit, saw their fortunes transform into the Heavenly Court's fortunes, gaining the favor of the Heavenly Dao, and their cultivation progressed smoothly from then on!

Above Mount Buzhou, twelve figures radiating malevolent energy watched as the demon race in the celestial realm, shrouded in vast merit, suddenly experienced a surge in power.

Dijiang, the head of the Ancestral Witches, looked solemnly at the other Ancestral Witches and slowly said, "The strength of the demon race is now no less than ours, but their numbers are still increasing. We must quickly comprehend the legacy left by our Father God and not let these two hairy beasts oppress us!"

All the Ancestral Witches remained silent, even Zhu Rong, who had the most fiery temper, was unusually quiet.

A moment later, the figures of the Ancestral Witches disappeared into Mount Buzhou.

In the Houtu tribe, Huanglong stared blankly at the pavilions and towers slowly fading into the sky, "I didn't expect Dijun to be so fast."

Huanglong stood quietly in front of the cave he had carved out in the Houtu tribe at the foot of Buzhou Mountain. He looked up at the unprecedented wonder that had appeared in the Heavenly Court. His pupils contracted as he reflected the slowly fading outline of the palace in his eyes.

Although he already knew that Dijun and Taiyi would eventually establish the Heavenly Court, control the universe, gather the primordial fortune, ascend the throne of the Heavenly Emperor, and look forward to the holy position of the primordial world.

But when I actually saw this magnificent heavenly court materialize from the void, hanging high in the celestial realm, overlooking all living beings, my heart couldn't help but be stirred by ripples, and an indescribable sense of urgency quietly descended upon me.

"It's here after all... and faster than expected...!"

Huang Long muttered to himself in a low voice, almost imperceptible.

He clearly sensed that with the establishment of the Heavenly Court, the rules of the primordial world were undergoing a subtle shift, and an invisible net was being cast, especially the appeal and blessing power to the demon race, which caused the primordial world, which had been calm for many years, to boil over once again.

This also means that the power of Dijun and Taiyi is still expanding rapidly, and their desire to control the billions of living beings in the prehistoric world will continue to increase.

The Wu tribe was the first obstacle for Emperor Jun in his unification of the prehistoric world.

"As a result, it won't be long before the long-standing conflict between the Lich and Demon races erupts, leading to a fight to the death."

Huang Long understood perfectly well.

"We must get away from the center of the whirlpool before the storm fully intensifies. Mount Buzhou is the stronghold of the Wu tribe. Although it is safe here for the time being, it will be difficult for him to gain anything."

This little yellow dragon of his is only at the Taiyi Realm. If he wants to gain more merit and the source of creation, he has to keep up with the battlefield between the two races.

Once the decision was made, Huang Long immediately took action.

His next goal was clear and urgent: to use this last period of peace to brew the Blood Jujube Wine, which would greatly benefit the cultivation of the Witch Clan, in exchange for obtaining enough primordial divine materials and spiritual roots, and then leave immediately.

Inside the cave, Huanglong devoted himself entirely to his work, even temporarily setting aside his cultivation.

On one hand, sweet rain falls in the Xuanhuang Realm to accelerate the ripening of blood dates, and on the other hand, the ripe blood dates are harvested to brew blood date wine.

In a cave in the Xuanhuang Realm, wine jars were piling up, shimmering with a warm luster—the result of his hard work.

Time quietly slipped away as each blood-red date fermented into wine, but the atmosphere on the primordial land grew increasingly tense.

Since the establishment of the Heavenly Court, the strength of Emperor Jun, Taiyi and others has increased dramatically. They are no longer afraid of the Ancestral Witches of the Witch Clan. The three Heavenly Gates shine brightly above the sea of ​​clouds, radiating boundless immortal light. Often, one can see rolling demonic clouds emerging from the Heavenly Gates and falling into the primordial world.

The southern and northern parts of the Primordial Wilderness are the most lively.

That was when a powerful demon race, acting on the orders of the Heavenly Emperor, led a group of demons to descend to the mortal realm to conquer and suppress those ancient races that were unwilling to submit or whose attitudes were ambiguous.