Primordial Era: The Witch Clan Reigns Supreme, Hongjun Begs Me to Become the Demon Emperor

The Three Pure Ones were stunned, Nuwa and Fuxi were puzzled, Kunpeng looked like he was wondering what was going on, and Bai Ze and the other monsters looked at each other in confusion. Why were these two Westerners calling each other "Big Brother"?

Emperor Yi sat atop the futon tower, looking down at the two future saints, inwardly amused, but outwardly maintaining a serious expression:

"Why don't you all cry and beg for a meditation cushion? According to the procedure, shouldn't it be, 'Our Western Paradise is barren; please, fellow Daoists, give us a meditation cushion'?"

Zhunti was taken aback, then said seriously, "Brother, you jest! How can the West be poor? With you managing the spiritual veins and protecting all living beings in the West, our West is now full of vitality. How can you say it's barren?"

Jieyin nodded in agreement, his tone sincere: "Indeed. Brother, you are the truly compassionate one, and all beings in the West are grateful for your kindness."

These words were spoken with heartfelt sincerity. Emperor Yi truly had the grace of rebirth for the West, managing the spiritual veins, igniting the seeds of chemical science and Buddhism, and even bestowing upon them a trace of the true fire of the sun. In the hearts of Zhunti and Jieyin, Emperor Yi was the West's greatest benefactor, and calling him "elder brother" was entirely justified.

The Emperor was delighted.

He casually pulled two prayer cushions from the cushion tower and tossed them to Zhunti and Jieyin: "Well said. These two prayer cushions are for you."

Zhunti and Jieyin received the prayer mat, overjoyed, and repeatedly bowed, saying, "Thank you, elder brother!"

Everyone: "..."

This works?!

Yuanshi's face darkened. They'd been haggling for ages, and the Western duo just came up, flattered him a bit, and got two prayer cushions for free? Why?!

Tongtian thought this was too outrageous.

Even Laozi, who had been resting with his eyes closed, opened them and gave Di Yi a deep look.

But what happened next was even more outrageous.

Emperor Yi sat atop the tower formed by the remaining four prayer cushions, surveyed the entire scene, and proclaimed in a loud voice:

"Four cushions remain. Highest bidder wins. Who will bid?"

At this moment, two more figures entered through the door: the Ancestral Witch Dijiang and Houtu.

The two were simply there to watch the spectacle. The Wu Clan did not cultivate their primordial spirit and had little interest in listening to the Dao. At this moment, they stood at the edge of the crowd, arms crossed, and remained silent.

Di Yi's gaze shifted and landed on Nuwa, and he suddenly laughed, "Fellow Daoist Nuwa, don't you want one?"

Nuwa blinked: "I... don't seem to have anything to produce."

"How about this?" Di Yi stroked his chin.

"Aren't you skilled in the art of creation? Build me a sun chariot or something, something cool, the kind that can travel through countless worlds in a day. Just a quick rub will do, consider it payment for the futon's construction."

Nuwa was a little confused, but she still nodded: "Ah, okay... alright then."

Di Yi casually pulled out a futon and tossed it to Nuwa: "Deal."

Nuwa, still clutching the prayer mat, hadn't even realized she'd received one, while Fuxi beside her was practically grinding his teeth in fury—Yellow Hair! It was definitely Yellow Hair! Giving his sister a prayer mat in public, what was he thinking?!

Yuan, finally unable to contain himself any longer, angrily said, "Fellow Daoist, don't go too far in your actions!"

Di Yi looked down at him from the futon tower, a half-smile on his face: "Oh? Fellow Daoist Yuanshi has a problem with that? Then how about... we have a fight? Let's see whose fist is stronger and who gets to call the shots?"

Before the words were finished—

boom!

Behind Emperor Yi, the already dazzling golden wheel of merit shone even brighter, illuminating the entire Zixiao Palace in a golden glow!

The true fire of the sun ignited around him, and ripples of the laws of time rippled through the air.

The pressure of a mid-stage Grand Luo Golden Immortal was released without reservation, merging with the aura of the supreme treasure, causing many powerful beings in the early and mid-stages of the Grand Luo realm to feel their breath catch in their throats!

The intent to coerce was made without any attempt to conceal it.

Yuanshi's face was ashen, his hands clenched into fists, the phantom of the Pangu Banner appearing and disappearing behind him, but he ultimately did not make a move. He could not see through Di Yi's true nature, and he was even more wary of those few supreme treasures.

The atmosphere instantly plummeted to freezing point.

Emperor Yi sat atop the futon tower, swinging his legs, looking down at the three Pure Ones whose faces were ashen, his smile becoming increasingly irritating:

"I never intended to be here; it was Senior Hongjun who brought me here. Before I came here, I was looking for treasures in Kunlun Mountain—sigh, your Three Pure Ones' protective mountain formation really needs to be reinforced; that thing is too rubbish for me."

He deliberately dragged out his words, speaking slowly: "Oh dear, just think about it, if I weren't here today, but instead continued 'visiting' in the Kunlun Mountains... some people's houses would probably be reduced to mere tiles."

Yuan Shi's eyes flashed sharply: "What do you mean?!"

"It means exactly what it says." Di Yi blinked.

"I protected your property and saved the treasure of Kunlun Mountain. Instead of being grateful, you yelled at me. Isn't that inappropriate?"

He patted the futon beneath him: "So, just a token gesture, exchanging some treasures, perfectly reasonable. You offer your most precious treasures, I offer my futon, a fair trade, no cheating the young or old."

Yuanshi was so angry that his hands were trembling, but when he caught a glimpse of Laozi shaking his head slightly, he suppressed his anger.

The Three Pure Ones secretly transmitted their voices.

Tongtian: "Eldest brother, second brother, with the three of us joining forces, what are we afraid of?!"

Laozi remained silent for a moment, then replied telepathically, "Carefully sense the aura surrounding him—the Golden Wheel of Merit is genuine Great Dao merit, the Chaos Bell has been initially refined, and his power of deduction through the River Chart and Luo Book is no less than ours. Not to mention, he may still have something he hasn't revealed yet."

He paused for a moment: "If we really fight, the outcome is uncertain. Besides, this is Zixiao Palace."

Yuan Shi gritted his teeth: "Are we just going to let him extort us?!"

Lao Tzu looked at Hongjun, who remained silent with his eyes closed on the cloud bed, and slowly said, "The sage's tacit approval must have a profound meaning. Besides... what he said may not all be fallacies."

At this moment, seeing that the Three Pure Ones remained silent, the Emperor spoke again with a grin:

"Fellow Daoist Laozi just said that the supreme treasure was bestowed by the Father God and cannot be given to others—I must say something about that."

He stood up, paced a couple of steps on the prayer mat, and surveyed the entire Zixiao Palace from his elevated position, his voice clear and resonant:

"In the primordial world, among all living things, which one was not transformed from the Father God Pangu? Kunlun Mountain was transformed from the Father God, the Sun Star was also transformed from the Father God, and even the Zixiao Palace beneath our feet may have been made from the bones and muscles of the Father God."

"According to this logic, what the Father God bestows and what the Father God transforms into belongs to the entire primordial world! You Three Pure Ones are merely temporarily holding onto them." Emperor Yi spread his hands, with an expression that said, "I'm being very reasonable."

"Now I'm using this futon, which represents the opportunity for a holy position—oh, by the way, this futon was also 'temporarily' placed here by Senior Hongjun—to exchange for the precious treasure that you're 'temporarily holding'. This is called exchanging something temporary for something temporary, it's perfectly fair, and it even promotes the circulation of primordial treasures!"

To argue illogically and make unreasonable demands.

But no one present dared to laugh out loud.

As Di Yi spoke, the Chaos Bell above his head made a soft "clang" sound.

The feeling of time and space freezing was even more obvious. Many powerful beings in the early stages of the Great Luo realm even felt that the flow of their magical power had become sluggish, as if they were trapped in an invisible quagmire.

This is a blatant and undisguised threat.

Sanqing's expression turned even uglier.