Primordial Era: Something's Wrong with This Generation of Witch Clan

Chapter 7 Buzhou Refines Bloodlines, Two Emperors Descend on Kunpeng

As Kunpeng had predicted, he used his only magical artifact, the Kunpeng Palace (which is actually the Demon Master's Palace, but not called that yet), to block Taiyi's Chaos Bell for two breaths. But those two breaths were enough; after the Chaos Bell was blocked, Kunpeng appeared the very spot where Taiyi had just stood. 👌👽 ➅❾รⒽย𝓍.𝓒ㄖⓜ 🐊☞

After Kunpeng appeared, a towering column of water suddenly appeared in the Northern Sea, which was created when Taiyi fell.

"How dare you! How audacious!" Upon seeing this, the five demon saints immediately drew their weapons and roared at Kunpeng, preparing to charge forward.

"Stop!" At this moment, Taiyi flew over. His clothes and hair were somewhat disheveled.

Although he wasn't injured by that attack, it made him lose face, so his face was now terribly gloomy.

"We'll meet again." Taiyi glanced coldly at Kunpeng, then left with his men.

He couldn't bring himself to launch a siege, at least not the current Donghuang.

On the other side, after sacrificing the status of Nuwa and Fuxi, as well as control over the demon race and 40% of the demon race's fortune, Dijun finally bound Nuwa and Fuxi to the demon race's war chariot.

When Nuwa and Fuxi agreed to join the demon race, Di Jun was shocked because he felt the surge of the demon race's fortune, a surge that was like an explosion. This made Di Jun's face show an undisguised excitement.

"Once Taiyi returns from the Northern Sea, I will announce to the entire world that I am celebrating the arrival of Nuwa and Xi Huang," Di Jun said, bowing to Nuwa.

"Alright!" Nuwa nodded.

Just as the demon race's fortunes were surging, a space atop Mount Buzhou suddenly rippled, and then a barely perceptible aura emanated from this ripple.

When this slight fluctuation appeared, Hongjun, who was far away in Zixiao Palace, opened his eyes. A smile flashed in his eyes, and then he closed his eyes again to comprehend the Dao of Heaven.

When Taiyi returned to Tanggu, Dijun frowned because he noticed that Taiyi's expression was somewhat gloomy, and he knew that something must have happened on Kunpeng's side.

"Kunpeng didn't agree?" Di Jun asked.

"Yes, I even fought him, but I didn't gain any advantage." Tai nodded.

"Let's ignore Kunpeng for now. I've already contacted Nuwa and Fuxi," Dijun told Taiyi.

Then he stated the conditions he had given to Nuwa and Fuxi, and Taiyi frowned upon hearing them.

"Don't focus on immediate gains. Nuwa will become a saint in the future, and then our demon race will have a saint," Di Jun said with a smile.

Afterwards, Di Jun brought the primordial spirits of the existing demon race to Buzhou Mountain and found Nuwa. Since he had promised to hand over control of the demon race to Nuwa, Di Jun would not go back on his word.

After Nuwa saw these primordial spirits, she used the gourd she had obtained at Buzhou Mountain to create a demon-summoning banner. She then cast those primordial spirits into the banner, and from then on, she controlled the fate of the entire demon race.

On the other side, Pan Huang and the Twelve Ancestral Witches were still climbing Buzhou Mountain. In the past hundred years, they had barely climbed from the foot of the mountain to the halfway point. The higher they went, the greater the pressure became. The Ancestral Witches were known for their physical strength, and they had only reached the halfway point in the past hundred years. If it were anyone else, they would probably have exploded and died long ago.

At this point, the ancestral witches finally gained a vague understanding of the power of their father god Pangu, which made them worship him even more.

"Let's stop here for now. We probably can't take it any further," Dijiang said to the group, panting heavily.

The others nodded hastily, their faces flushed, their auras flickering, unable to utter a sound. Pan Huang was no exception, even weaker than the others, given his superior strength.

"In the novels of my past life, people who climbed to the top of the mountain in a hundred or even five hundred years were probably just bragging. This is way too difficult," Pan Huang thought to himself.

However, the benefits are real. He has already felt the fragments of his original body begin to merge with the Pangu bloodline. Once the fragments of his original body are completely integrated into the Pangu bloodline, Pan Huang estimates that he may be able to transform into the Pangu Axe. Although it will not be the original Pangu Axe, it will still have one ten-thousandth of the power of the original Pangu Axe. It is even possible that he can forge himself to reach one-thousandth of the power of the original.

After descending from Buzhou Mountain, the Ancestral Witches began their seclusion. During their ascent of Buzhou Mountain, their bloodlines were refined under the pressure of Pangu, allowing them to break through to the level of Great Luo Golden Immortal, specifically the late stage of Great Luo Golden Immortal, directly skipping the early and middle stages without any instability. Their current seclusion is to consolidate their cultivation and bloodline power.

"The Great Struggle has begun. Hongjun, Heavenly Dao, your plans have begun. I must also prepare to make my move. Are you ready?" Panhuang murmured to himself.

At Buzhou Mountain, after Nuwa successfully forged the Demon-Summoning Banner, Dijun told Nuwa about the situation of Kunpeng.

"Although Kunpeng was unable to keep the futon, the fact that he was able to sit on it demonstrates his ability. I believe he should be recruited into the demon race."

"But he's unwilling. Forcibly binding him to the demon race might cause trouble in the long run," Fuxi offered his opinion.

"Xi Huang, if it were in the past, I might have been worried, but now I am 100% confident that I can subdue Kunpeng," Di Jun said with a smile.

"The Demon-Summoning Banner!" Nuwa said calmly.

"That's right!"

"Here you go, I await the Demon Emperor's good news." Nuwa handed the Demon-Summoning Banner to Dijun.

"Great!" Di Jun said with high spirits.

On this day, news of the great battle between the Northern Seas spread throughout the entire prehistoric world, and it was said that the battle had even affected the North Sea.

After the great battle, Kunpeng announced that he had joined the demon race, and Dijun treated him as a demon master.

At the same time, Di Jun also announced to the prehistoric world that Nuwa and Fuxi had also joined the demon race, taking the titles of Empress Nuwa and Empress Fuxi. In an instant, those who were still hesitating immediately took action.

Currently, Di Jun and Tai Yi's dojos are in Tang Valley, so those who want to join the demon race are starting to move towards the East Sea, preparing to join the demon race and gain protection.

"Hahaha, good! Congratulations to Nuwa, congratulations to Fuxi, congratulations to the Demon Master, our demon race is about to rise." In Tanggu, Dijun raised his wine cup and said to Nuwa, Fuxi and Kunpeng.

"Congratulations, Demon Emperor! The demon race has finally grown stronger," Fuxi said with a smile.

While Di Jun and the others were celebrating, the Pangu Palace was also bustling with activity, as the sons of the Wu tribe were being born one after another.

The first to emerge were the great shamans whom Pan Huang was familiar with.

"Great Witch Xingtian pays homage to the Ancestral Witches!"

"Great Wizard Yi pays homage to the Ancestral Wizard!"

"Great Shaman Kuafu pays respects to the Ancestral Shaman!"

"Great Shaman Xiangliu pays homage to the Ancestral Shaman!"

"Great Witch Fengbo pays respects to the Ancestral Witch!"

"Great Wizard of Rain, pay homage to the Ancestral Wizard!"

"Great Shaman Chiyou pays homage to the Ancestral Shaman!"

"Nine Phoenix greets all my brothers!"

"Huh, what's that discordant sound?" Pan Huang looked over in confusion at the sudden sound and saw the woman named Jiu Feng standing with Qiang Liang.

"Hehe, this is my sister. I added a trace of my true spirit to her, and then she was born as Jiufeng," Qiangliang said with a smile.

"Hahaha, good. Although she's not an Ancestral Witch, she's still stronger than a Great Witch. Not bad. We'll accept this little sister." Zhu Rong said with a smile.

(End of this chapter)