Primordial Era: The Three Senior Brothers of the Taiqing Clan

In just over a decade, Fuxi has grown into a handsome young man.

As soon as he descended the mountain, he became the tribal chief. Thanks to Fuxi's various discoveries over the years, such as improving agricultural tools and domesticating livestock, the Huaxu tribe had long since become the largest tribe within a radius of a thousand miles. The living standards of the tribesmen rose sharply, and they were no longer in a state of hunger and lack of clothing.

Countless small tribes from the surrounding area flocked to join them. The Huaxu tribe, which originally had only a few hundred thousand people, has now grown into a large tribe with nearly ten million people.

However, Fuxi was not happy at all. As he gradually took over the affairs of the tribe, he became increasingly aware of the fragility of the human race.

Whether it be natural disasters, floods, plagues, wild beasts, or demons, they can all easily take the lives of his people. How can he help his people avoid these calamities? This thought haunted his mind day and night, making him restless and unable to eat or sleep.

Seeing this, Chen Qing knew the time had come. He left a microscopic avatar to secretly watch over the human tribe below the mountain, while he himself transformed into a rainbow of light and flew towards the North Sea.

At the northernmost tip of Beihai lies a vast and boundless land of the North Sea. Here, the weather is perpetually freezing, with wind and snow raging, thousands of miles of ice and snow, and very few people set foot here.

However, deep within the Northern Sea stands a colossal palace. Majestic and imposing, it was once the lair of Kunpeng, the demon master of the Heavenly Court of the demon race.

During the great war between the Lich and the Demon races, the Zhou Tian Star Array was broken. At the critical moment, Kunpeng used the Hetu and Luoshu to escape back to the Northern Sea. Afterwards, both the Lich and the Demon races were severely weakened and withdrew from the prehistoric stage, and the Heavenly Court was destroyed.

Some of the remaining demon clans, having nowhere else to go, came to seek refuge with Kunpeng and were taken under his command, forming their own power.

Perhaps because the demon race is now in decline and still needs veteran powerhouses like Kunpeng to take charge, the Sage Nuwa did not pursue the matter of him deserting the battlefield and stealing the treasure.

Instead, to appease him, they returned the true spirit of Kunpeng from the Demon-Summoning Banner. From then on, Kunpeng was no longer bound and lived a more and more carefree life.

On this day, the usually peaceful and tranquil Beiming was suddenly enveloped by an immense aura. That aura was completely undisguised and pressed straight towards the Demon Master's Palace.

Deep within the Demon Master's Palace, Kunpeng suddenly opened his eyes. His pair of jet-black pupils seemed to transform into two black holes, devouring all light and radiating a terrifyingly cold gleam.

He swayed and transformed into a black shadow, flying out of the palace.

"Who dares to run wild in the Northern Sea!" Kunpeng roared, his voice shaking the surrounding wilderness.

Although the Demon Clan's Heavenly Court had been destroyed, Kunpeng not only escaped unscathed but also gained considerable benefits. As a veteran powerhouse, he naturally possessed pride. How could he tolerate such brazen intrusion?

"Fellow Daoist Kunpeng, how have you been? I never imagined that after the destruction of the Heavenly Court, you, the Demon Master, would be living such a comfortable life."

A figure appeared out of thin air in the sky, standing with his hands behind his back, facing the Kunpeng from afar.

Kunpeng's pupils suddenly contracted: "Chen Qing Daoist!"

"Indeed, it is I, Chen Qing." A faint sneer appeared on Chen Qing's lips. "I still vividly remember Fellow Daoist Kunpeng's brilliance in the Lich War."

He couldn't possibly have any good feelings towards Kunpeng. In terms of talent, Kunpeng was indeed exceptionally gifted, capable of creating the demon race's script, and his cultivation was top-notch. However, his actions were unacceptable.

Although he was forced to join the Demon Clan's Heavenly Court, he still gained a lot from it, holding a high position as a Demon Master and being revered by all demons.

However, at the critical moment of the demon race's survival, he not only fled himself, but also absconded with the demon race's most precious treasure, the Hetu Luoshu. This was not only a betrayal of Dijun, but also a fatal blow to the morale of the entire demon race.

Kunpeng's eye twitched, and his face instantly darkened. He was a dignified demon master, the teacher of all demons, with a supreme status, yet he was forced to join the Heavenly Court by Dijun and Taiyi through despicable means.

He harbored a deep resentment and felt no sense of belonging to the demon race's heavenly court. He knew that his final actions were indeed dishonorable, but if given the chance again, he would still make the same choice.

"So, you, Chen Qing Daoist, have come today to mock me, Kunpeng?" Kunpeng asked, his face grim, each word distinct and deliberate.

Chen Qing shook his head: "Of course not. I came here today to borrow the Hetu and Luoshu from the Demon Master."

Upon hearing this, Kunpeng's expression changed drastically. He himself didn't possess any decent spiritual treasures; the River Chart and Luo Book he had stolen were already the strongest spiritual treasures he had. How could he lend them to others? Moreover, once such a supreme treasure was lent out, what possibility was there of returning it?

"What if I don't lend it?" Kunpeng said coldly.

"Then I, Chen Qing, will come and get it myself." Chen Qing said, his aura surging, his robes fluttering in the wind.

"Hmph! Do you really think I, Kunpeng, am afraid of you?" Kunpeng laughed angrily. "Since that's the case, let's have a fight and see what you, Chen Qing, are capable of, daring to try and steal my Kunpeng's magic weapon!"

Over the years, with the help of the Hetu and Luoshu, his cultivation had not remained stagnant. Although he was wary of Chen Qing's strength, he firmly believed that even if he couldn't defeat him, he could still escape with his speed.

A beam of spiritual light shot out from the top of Kunpeng's head, transforming into the Hetu and Luoshu diagrams. The two supreme treasures floated in the air, scattering profound radiance, causing his aura to soar to the heavens.

"Northern Sea Devours!"

Kunpeng spread its arms, and streams of black mist surged out, transforming into a massive vortex. A boundless devouring power emanated from it, enveloping Chen Qing.

Chen Qing felt the immense suction force exerted on him, and his expression changed slightly. He hadn't expected that this Kunpeng had actually cultivated the Devouring Law.

The power of the world erupted instantly, enveloping his body and counteracting the devouring force.

The purple lightning hammer appeared out of thin air in his hand, surrounded by lightning, with the laws of thunder constantly emerging, and an aura of divine punishment spreading out.

The purple lightning hammer tore through the void, carrying the momentum to destroy everything, and smashed towards Kunpeng.

Seeing that the Devouring Law could not harm its opponent, Kunpeng was not angry. He snorted coldly, and the Hetu Luoshu above his head shone brightly, transforming into a profound array diagram that blocked his way.

"Boom!"

A deafening roar shook the entire Northern Sea.

Countless demons looked up at the sky in panic, trembling as they gazed at the two imposing figures.

The powerful beings throughout the primordial world also sensed the clash between these two forces, and their divine senses probed towards the Northern Darkness.

When people saw who was fighting, they were speechless. Since he started practicing Taoism, Chen Qing had caused a big commotion every now and then. They wondered what Kunpeng had done to offend him this time.

Before the aftershocks had subsided, the two sides clashed again.

With the profound mystery of the Heluo Grand Array and his exquisite supernatural powers, Kunpeng managed to fight Chen Qing to a standstill for a time.

Chen Qing wielded his hammer with ferocious power, unleashing thunderous force, like an ancient thunder god. In the midst of the fierce battle, he caught a glimpse of an opening in Kunpeng's defenses. A glint of light flashed in his eyes, and without hesitation, he swung his purple lightning hammer down.

"Bang!"

Kunpeng flew backward, its left shoulder twisted strangely, its skin charred black, clearly injured.

"Boom!"

With a series of deafening roars, the Kunpeng crashed onto the solid ice of the Northern Sea that had remained frozen for thousands of years, causing the earth to shake and huge cracks to spread in all directions.

"drink!"

With a roar, Kunpeng soared into the sky from the ice pit. His left shoulder was completely caved in, his body was in a sorry state, his face was as pale as paper, and a trickle of bright red blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

"Kunpeng, hand over the Hetu and Luoshu. You are no match for me, there is no point in continuing the fight." Chen Qing held the Purple Lightning Hammer, standing proudly in mid-air, his tone as indifferent as ice.

"Hmph! It's still uncertain who will emerge victorious." Kunpeng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his face growing even more gloomy, yet a hint of retreat flickered in his eyes.

"You'd better think this through. Resisting stubbornly is not a good choice. You still owe me a favor, Aunt Nuwa!" Chen Qing walked towards Kunpeng step by step, his aura rising steadily until it covered the entire Northern Underworld in the blink of an eye.

A powerful force pressed down on Kunpeng, as if the entire world was exerting pressure on him.

Feeling the pressure, Kunpeng revealed a mocking smile: "If you want the spiritual treasure, come and take it yourself. Do you really think I, Kunpeng, am easy to bully?"

"Ignorant." Chen Qing smiled disdainfully. Ever since Kunpeng was forced to join the demon race, his Dao heart has become wavering. Moreover, he betrayed them again during the war between the Lich King and the Demon King. With such behavior, his cultivation will stagnate here. It will be extremely difficult for him to make any progress.

How could Chen Qing possibly care about someone like that?

With a swift movement, the Purple Lightning Hammer struck the Kunpeng once more.

Kunpeng dared not be negligent, and waved his hand repeatedly. Small banners, shimmering with starlight, spread out and instantly formed a profound array.

Suddenly, the sky above the Northern Sea was filled with dense nebulae, as if it had transformed into another world.

"The Great Celestial Array!"

At this moment, countless powerful beings exclaimed in surprise. Gazing at the dazzling stars above the Northern Sea, their eyes were filled with disbelief.

This top-tier primordial formation, on par with the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation of the Witch Clan, was thought to have vanished forever with the destruction of the Demon Clan's Heavenly Court and the deaths of Emperor Jun and Taiyi. Unexpectedly, it has reappeared in the hands of Kunpeng today.