In the primordial era: the Wu tribe ceased its struggle for supremacy, and Hongjun collapsed!

"What? The Three Pure Ones have actually agreed to form an alliance with you?" Kunpeng exclaimed in surprise.

He was still hesitant at first, since joining the demon race meant taking on the consequences of fighting against the witch race, but the involvement of the Three Pure Ones made him even more tempted.

The Three Pure Ones are future sages. If the demon race has three sages in the future, their chances of winning are very high.

Kunpeng's eyes darted around, and he feigned hesitation, saying, "Fellow Daoist Dijun, it's not that I don't want to agree, but I have quite a few followers in the North Sea. If I leave, what will become of them? Moreover, although my title of 'Demon Master' is prestigious, without substantial resources to support me, I'm afraid it will be difficult to win over the masses."

Di Jun laughed heartily; he could easily tell that Kunpeng was bargaining.

"Rest assured, fellow Daoist, as long as you agree, all the demons of the North Sea can relocate to the Thirty-Third Heaven. As for resources, I promise you thirty percent of the innate star essence collected by the demon race each year. In addition, you can choose any one innate spiritual treasure from the demon race's treasury as a congratulatory gift. What do you say?"

Kunpeng took a deep breath, a fleeting glint of greed in his eyes. He asked again, confirming, "Really?"

"I am the Demon Emperor, and my words are law!"

"Very well!" Kunpeng clapped his hands sharply, his expression solemn. "Since you two fellow Daoists are so kind to me, it would seem petty of me to refuse. Your subject Kunpeng pays his respects to Your Majesties!"

Kunpeng was quite decisive and changed the way he was addressed.

Overjoyed, Di Jun personally helped Kunpeng up, exclaiming, "With the Demon Master's assistance, our demon race is now like a tiger with wings!"

Just then, Kunpeng seemed to have thought of something, a cunning glint flashing in his eyes. He whispered to Dijun, "Your Majesty, now that I am a demon master, I should offer advice for the great cause of the demon race. We now have the Three Pure Ones as allies, but if we can also win over two more powerful beings, then the witch race will be completely unable to cause any trouble."

"Oh? Are you referring to those two, Demon Master?" Di Jun already had a guess in his mind.

"Exactly." Kunpeng chuckled coldly. "Zhen Yuanzi of Wuzhuang Temple is the ancestor of all earth immortals, wielding the Earth Book, and possesses unparalleled defense; while his close friend, Ancestor Hongyun, was the first red cloud to attain enlightenment in the primordial world, and is naturally kind and gentle. Most importantly..."

Kunpeng lowered his voice, a hint of fanaticism in his tone: "Hongyun possesses a wisp of Primordial Purple Qi! That's an opportunity to become a saint! If we can bring Hongyun into the demon race, then the demon race will very likely give birth to its own saint in the future. Even if Hongyun refuses to join, as long as we control him, that purple qi..."

Di Jun's heart skipped a beat.

Primordial Purple Qi!

This is a heavy burden weighing on the heads of all the quasi-Sacred Hearts.

Even someone as powerful as Di Jun found it difficult to remain calm when faced with the temptation of becoming a saint.

"Zhen Yuanzi and Hongyun have always lived in seclusion and were detached from worldly affairs. It will probably be difficult to win them over," Di Jun pondered.

"Your Majesty, rest assured, Hongyun is a man who values ​​loyalty and is easily swayed by words. Let's go to Wuzhuang Temple. Even if we can't win him over, we can at least find out what's going on," Kunpeng suggested.

"Alright! Let's do as the demon master says and head to Wuzhuang Temple immediately!"

Three beams of light shot into the sky, heading straight for Longevity Mountain.

Just as Di Jun was busy traveling around, forming alliances and maneuvering,

Within the blood pool of the Pangu Temple on Mount Buzhou, an earth-shattering transformation is taking place.

Tianxuan had completely disappeared from the surface of the blood pool; he had sunk to the very core of the blood pool.

Before him, the hazy aura had been compressed into a sphere the size of a fist.

Tianxuan closed his eyes, his consciousness completely immersed in a mysterious and profound realm.

He no longer used his eyes to see, but instead used the power left over from Pangu's heart to peel away the origin of this gray fog bit by bit.

"So that's how it is..." Tianxuan sighed inwardly.

As he delved deeper into the analysis, he discovered that the gray mist was not simply evil energy, but rather a processed "fragment of fate."

Fate is part of the way of Heaven, the so-called general trend, an inescapable destiny.

This gray mist is able to grow stronger by devouring the "other fate lines" of living beings.

"Plunder is not the end, but rather the control, the devouring, the strengthening of oneself, and the usurping of the destiny of heaven and earth to strengthen one's own destiny."

A flash of inspiration struck Tianxuan, and he immediately stretched out his finger and gently touched the gray mist.

"In my name, strip away illusion and return to the origin!"

boom!

The blood pool boiled.

The cloud of gray mist let out a piercing scream, and its eerie single eye shattered in an instant.

Countless dark purple runes shot out from the mist, trying to escape.

But this is the Pangu Palace, the heart of the great god Pangu!

"town!"

Tianxuan gave a soft shout, and the illusory image of the Creation Lotus beneath him instantly solidified.

Each lotus leaf is like a small world, radiating endless suppressive power.

Those runes were forcibly fixed in the air, and then Tianxuan gradually absorbed them into his sea of ​​consciousness.

With each rune absorbed, Tianxuan's understanding of the Way of Destiny deepened.

His cultivation level gradually increased at this moment.

Tianxuan opened his eyes, and his pupils had turned into a pure silver color, with countless stars flowing within them, as if containing all the variables of the myriad worlds. Feeling the turbulent power within his body, he felt little joy.

"The essence of destiny contained within this gray mist is at least above the Hunyuan Daluo level. How exactly were these fragments of destiny formed, and who implanted them into the bodies of Yuanfeng and Zulong?"

…………

Longevity Hill, Wuzhuang Temple.

A gentle breeze blows here, and the bright moon shines.

Zhen Yuanzi was playing chess with Hongyun at a stone table.

"Fellow Daoist Hongyun, your chess moves are truly as unpredictable as your clouds," Zhen Yuanzi shook his head and chuckled, placing a piece on the board.

Hongyun chuckled and was about to speak when his expression suddenly changed, and he turned to look at the distant sky.

"Brother Zhenyuan, it seems that this game of chess cannot be played today."

Zhen Yuanzi also stopped smiling, and his brows furrowed slightly.

Three terrifying auras were rapidly approaching Wuzhuang Temple. Two of them were as blazing as the sun, while the other was as cold as ice.

"Di Jun, Tai Yi, and... Kunpeng?" Zhen Yuanzi stood up, the Earth Book faintly appearing in his palm. "How did those three end up together?"

Hongyun didn't think too much about it. He stood up, dusted off his Taoist robe, and said cheerfully, "Who cares? All guests are guests. But the way Kunpeng looked at me always made me uncomfortable. Brother Zhenyuan, you'd better protect me later."

Zhen Yuanzi shook his head with a wry smile: "You, you possess a great treasure but are unaware of it. How many people are eyeing that Primordial Purple Qi?"

No sooner had the words been spoken than three figures landed in front of the Wuzhuang Temple.

"Di Jun (Taiyi, Kunpeng) greets Fellow Daoist Zhenyuan and Fellow Daoist Hongyun."

The three of them bowed in unison, displaying impeccable manners.

Zhen Yuanzi returned the greeting and said calmly, "The presence of the three fellow Daoists truly honors this humble abode of Longevity Mountain. May I ask what brings you here together?"

Di Jun stepped forward, his gaze lingering on Hong Yun for a moment before he smiled at Zhen Yuanzi: "I have come here today to invite you two fellow Daoists to join my demon race."

Upon hearing this, the air in front of Wuzhuang Temple instantly froze.