Transmigrating to the Primordial Era as a Peerless Great Witch, Changing Fate in the Primordial Worl

Di Jun's oath was clear and well-organized, with a clear division of responsibilities, proclaiming the structure, goals, and philosophy of the Demon Clan's Heavenly Court to the world.

Each sentence resonated slightly with his own fortune, the will of the demon race, and the origin of the eighteen heavens he occupied.

When the last name bestowed with the imperial decree was spoken, the oath was fulfilled.

"Rumble---"

High above, the winds and clouds suddenly shifted. The supreme, indifferent, and impartial Eye of Heaven once again coalesced and manifested at the pinnacle of the heavens.

His gaze fell down, scrutinizing the newly erected "Heavenly Court" below, and the grand aspirations of "order," "rule," and "acting on behalf of Heaven" contained in the oath.

Immediately afterwards, a golden pillar of profound merit, thicker, more solid, and more dazzling than when the clan was founded, crashed down from the eye of the Heavenly Dao.

It split into many parts, with most of it flowing into the bodies of Di Jun and Tai Yi, while a small portion was evenly distributed among the Ten Demon Saints and the Three Hundred and Sixty-Five Demon Generals. A few strands of golden rain of merit were also sprinkled down upon the countless devout demon tribesmen below.

"Buzzing---"

With their merits bestowed upon them, Di Jun and Tai Zhou shone with divine light.

Their cultivation, which had already reached the peak of the early stage of the Primordial Golden Immortal realm, broke through that solid barrier almost without any hindrance under the impetus of this massive and pure Heavenly Dao merit.

He achieved the mid-stage of the Primordial Golden Immortal realm and reached the fifth level of the eighth stage of the Pangu Nine Revolutions technique.

The two men's auras surged instantly, their imperial majesty and fighting spirit becoming even more refined and profound.

Di Jun felt that his understanding of the "Imperial Way" was becoming clearer, while Tai Yi felt that the prototype of the "War Way" was becoming more solid.

The ten demon saints and three hundred and sixty-five demon generals also benefited greatly, their cultivation improved, and their foundations became more solid.

This magnificent golden light of merit and the extraordinary phenomenon of breakthrough, like the most brilliant fireworks, bloomed in the Thirty-Three Heavens, marking the formal establishment of the Demon Clan Heavenly Court and the initial establishment of a new order.

From then on, the demon race had a legitimate and divinely recognized "central government".

However, not everyone cheered for this.

A fairy island in the depths of the East China Sea.

Standing on the highest star-gazing platform on the immortal island, Dongwanggong gazed at the faint golden light of merit and the aura of the Heavenly Court in the northwest. His face was ashen, his fists clenched so tightly that his nails almost dug into his palms.

"The Thirty-Three Heavens, the Heavenly Court, the Demon Emperor."

The Eastern King Duke practically spat out these words through gritted teeth, his heart filled with resentment and indignation.

"Why should I? I am the head of all male immortals, personally appointed by the sage, and I rule over all male immortals in the world. This supreme undertaking of establishing order and accumulating merit should have been accomplished by my Celestial Court."

Why are the Thirty-Three Heavens so far away from my East Sea? Why did I react too slowly, allowing Di Jun and Taiyi to seize the initiative?

He felt abandoned and mocked by the Heavenly Dao, by Hongjun, and by the entire prehistoric world.

The Celestial Court, seemingly carefree and secluded in Yingzhou, actually has limited influence. Compared to the Heavenly Court, which rules over the eighteen heavens, commands trillions of demons, and is recognized by the Heavenly Dao for its merits, it is as different as a rustic cottage compared to a magnificent celestial palace.

"Di Jun, Tai Yi." The Eastern King's eyes flashed with cold light, a mixture of killing intent and jealousy.

However, he also knew that with the current strength of the Celestial Court, it was simply not enough to contend with the Heavenly Court, which was at its zenith.

In the newly built Demon Emperor's Palace in Lingxiaotian.

As Di Jun felt the immense power within him and the increasingly clear trajectory of the "Imperial Path," his heart swelled with pride, and his confidence in proving the Dao through force soared to unprecedented heights.

However, amidst the euphoria, a sense of unease also arose in my mind.

"This merit, though helpful, is also like honey, easily leading to dependence," Di Jun transmitted his voice to Tai Yi beside him, his tone serious.

"Although our breakthroughs this time have not damaged our foundations, the contribution of merits has played a significant role. If we continue to try to take shortcuts by relying on merits in everything, our foundations will become unstable, our Dao hearts will be clouded, and it will become an obstacle when we truly strive for the supreme Dao in the future."

Next, we must calm our minds and spend a long time thoroughly refining and absorbing the merits we have gained this time, solidifying our foundation. We must not be impatient for quick results or rely on external methods.

Taiyi nodded emphatically. He also felt that although the cultivation level improved quickly under the blessing of merit, it lacked the "perfect control" that he had honed through his own hard work.

"Brother, rest assured, I understand. Merit can be a resource, but not a reliance. Ultimately, our path must be forged through our own efforts, one punch at a time."

The two brothers reached a consensus and decided to enter a long period of "silence" to consolidate their foundation after establishing the Heavenly Court.

Meanwhile, the newly established Heavenly Court of the Demon Race, under the governance of the Ten Demon Saints and the Three Hundred and Sixty-Five Demon Generals, began to slowly operate, attempting to spread its influence across the prehistoric land.

An era belonging to "Heaven" quietly began with the establishment of the Heavenly Court.

The Heavenly Court was established, merits were bestowed, and the demon race's initial signs of power were formed.

On the vast and desolate land, ever since Wugu set out the grand plan of "sealing the bloodline power of the Great Witch, encouraging marriage and childbirth, and propagating the race".

Time flies, and nearly three cycles, almost 400,000 years, have quietly passed.

The heartland of the Wu tribe in Buzhou Mountain.

The divine sense of Wugu's blood essence clone, like the most intricate net, slowly swept across the vast territory of the Wu clan.

He was gratified to realize that the great witches whose strength had been sealed by the supreme sealing techniques of the ancestral witches had quietly broken down and been completely unsealed after nearly three eons of natural wear and tear and the slow impact of their own bloodline potential.

"Buzz---"

One after another, powerful, deep, fierce, and ancient-savage blood energy surged into the sky across the Wu Clan's territory, shaking the void and stirring the earth's veins.

The great shamans who were sealed away from birth were unsealed one by one. They not only regained all their strength before being sealed, but also further stimulated their bloodline potential and calmed their Dao heart during this period of "silence," making them even stronger than before.

Each of them possesses combat power comparable to at least the late stage or even the peak of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm, marking an epic return and enhancement of the high-end combat power of the Witch Clan.

What pleased Wugu even more was the change in the "population" of the ethnic group.

The results are gratifying, even far exceeding expectations. In these nearly three cycles, through marriage between high-ranking shamans and even ordinary shamans, the number of new-generation shamans successfully born has reached an astonishing hundreds of millions.

Like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, they took root and flourished on the vast land at the foot of Buzhou Mountain under the protection of the ancestral shamans.

The vast majority of these new generation members are still in the early stages of their lives, basically at the level of Earth Immortal or Heavenly Immortal, while a few with exceptional talent have barely stepped into the threshold of True Immortal or Mystic Immortal.

Their power may seem insignificant on the primordial stage where the Great Luo and Hunyuan realms are commonplace.

But their numbers are real, and their bloodline is pure.

Especially those offspring born from sealed great witches, whose bloodline concentration and potential are a cut above ordinary witch clans. However, due to the fact that their parents' strength was sealed during conception, their power growth is slightly slower, but their foundation is extremely solid.

"At this rate, as more and more ordinary clansmen improve their strength and reach childbearing age, the number of newborns in the Wu clan will inevitably experience another exponential surge."

Wugu calculated in his heart, filled with anticipation for the future.

Of course, compared to the almost infinite vastness of the primordial world and the trillions of living beings, the hundreds of millions of Wu tribes are still just a drop in the ocean.

But this is a great breakthrough, going from nothing to something, from zero to one.

This means that the Wu tribe has truly broken free from the constraints of "sparse numbers and difficulty in reproduction," and has the population base to become a race that can be found throughout the myriad worlds.