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

A biting wind howls over the North Sea.

Di Yi stood on a cloud with Ao Xin, overlooking the frozen sea.

Just as Ao Xin had said, it was incredibly poor—as far as the eye could see, there were only icebergs and floating ice, and occasionally a few cold-resistant sea creatures would swim by, but they were all low-class creatures.

"See? I told you Beihai was poor," Ao Xin muttered softly.

Di Yi ignored her and instead unfolded the Hetu diagram to deduce the aura deep within the North Sea.

He found it very quickly.

In the far north of the North Sea, beneath towering ice, a ball of eerie blue light rises and falls.

Within the ball of light, two forms, fish and bird, could be vaguely seen constantly shifting, creating a truly mysterious scene.

"Kunpeng..." Emperor Yi smiled.

"It really is just a ball of light, without any form, consciousness, or even fully developed instincts."

He led Ao Xin down from the clouds, broke through the ice, and plunged into the seabed.

The pale blue light hovered silently in the icy abyss, emanating a faint aura of innate water and wind power.

It was indeed an embryo, lacking even basic spiritual fluctuations.

"Tsk tsk tsk, it's only right that I inject a little something."

With a thought, the Emperor drew out an extremely subtle golden aura from his own origin.

That was a fragment of the imperial destiny that he naturally possessed after merging with Di Jun Tai Yi.

Although it was only a trace, it was enough for the still-developing Kunpeng.

He channeled this golden aura into the azure light cluster.

The ball of light trembled slightly, and faint golden patterns appeared on its surface.

Those patterns quickly faded, but the seeds of an imperial destiny had already been sown.

When the Kunpeng takes human form in the future, it will naturally possess an "aura of royalty".

When the powerful demons see Kunpeng, their first reaction will likely be: "This child has the countenance of an emperor; he is destined to be the emperor of the demon race!"

"Done." Di Yi clapped his hands, as if he had completed a trivial task.

Ao Xin, standing to the side, looked completely bewildered: "What...what did you do to it?"

"Give it a stroke of good fortune," Di Yi said casually.

"Let's go."

"They're leaving already?" Ao Xin was even more confused.

"Didn't you come here to find treasure?"

"Found it." Di Yi pointed to the ball of dark blue light.

"This is the greatest treasure."

Although the concept of the demon race has not yet been born—in the original work, it was brought up by Di Jun and Tai Yi—now, Di Yi has prepared a "Destined Demon Emperor" for the future demon race in advance.

Kunpeng, you must live up to expectations!

Di Yi led Ao Xin away from the North Sea Abyss. Once they were out of the water, he looked at the direction and suddenly changed his mind.

"I'm not going down. The North Sea Dragon Palace is too poor; there's nothing to take."

Before Ao Xin could say anything, Di Yi raised his hand and waved it, enveloping her in the chaotic energy of the Chaos Bell and tossing her directly into the sky.

"Go back to Sun Star and clean up. I'll be back soon."

"etc--!"

Before she could finish speaking, Ao Xin had already transformed into a streak of light and was sent directly back to the Sun Star by the power of the Chaos Bell.

Emperor Yi clapped his hands, and it was quiet again.

He turned to look westward, where the collision between demonic energy and Dao energy was becoming increasingly intense, and terrifying fluctuations could be felt even from billions of miles away.

"If the Demon Ancestor self-destructs, the Western Spiritual Vein will be finished..." Di Yi stroked his chin.

"What good stuff is left?"

In the original story, Luo Hou was besieged by Hongjun and others, and finally self-destructed, destroying the Western spiritual veins and causing the West to become barren for countless eons.

At this point in time, we should be approaching the final stage.

"Let's try our luck."

The Emperor rode in a beam of light and headed straight for the West.

……

The western continent, outside Mount Sumeru.

The once beautiful mountains and rivers have now been ravaged beyond recognition by the aftershocks of the collision between demonic energy and Daoist energy.

The earth cracked, the spiritual veins shattered, and many places even began to show signs of desertification.

Di Yi flew close to the ground, using the Hetu Luoshu to perform full-scale calculations to avoid dangerous spatial rifts and energy turbulence.

He dared not get too close to Mount Sumeru.

That place is now the center of the battle between the Dao and the Demon, where four peak Quasi-Saints and three severely injured clan leaders are besieging Luo Hou. The aftershocks are enough to kill ordinary Great Luo Immortals.

But the surrounding area...

"With the spiritual vein shattered and spiritual energy leaking out, some things may be shaken out."

As Di Yi flew, he scanned the area below. Suddenly, he sensed a faint connection from Luo Shu.

He followed his senses and landed in a valley.

The valley has been mostly destroyed, but deep in the valley, a Bodhi tree is stubbornly rooted in the broken spiritual vein.

The tree is three zhang tall, with golden leaves, exuding an aura of tranquility and wisdom.

Beside the tree, there was a cluster of condensed and persistent Geng metal energy, pure white and dazzling, with unparalleled sharpness.

Both things were trembling, they were really trembling.

Because the surrounding spatial rifts are constantly opening and closing, they could be swallowed up at any time.

"The innate Bodhi tree, the metal energy of the west..." Emperor Yi recognized it.

"The true forms of Cundi and Jieyin have not yet taken shape."

He landed in front of the Bodhi tree.

The two creatures seemed to sense the approaching people and desperately tried to convey their plea for help.

Di Yi looked at the two groups of future saints of the Western Sect, his feelings were somewhat complicated.

According to the original story, Zhunti later set a trap for Dijun's ten little golden crows, indirectly causing nine of them to be shot down...

Although Di Jun is gone now, Di Yi still remembers that debt.

"As expected, the West is about to die out soon." Di Yi stroked his chin.

"Well then, it's fate that we've met. I'll lend you a hand, which can be considered as protecting the last seed of the West."

He raised his hand, and the Chaos Bell lowered its chaotic energy to protect the Bodhi Tree and the Geng Metal energy.

The two spirits immediately calmed down, their minds filled with gratitude.

But Di Yi had no intention of letting them off so easily.

The "Primordial Creation Dao Scripture" in his mind suddenly turned pages automatically, and a new line of text appeared under the "Buddhist Teachings" section:

"The Seed of Buddhism in Engineering".

The emperor smiled after reading the contents.

Engineering Buddhism... emphasizes empirical evidence and logic, opposes empty talk, superstition, and unearned gains, and excels in manufacturing engineering.

Following the teachings recorded in the scriptures, he condensed a seed of "engineering Buddhism" from his own understanding. He would often talk about the immeasurable engineering, engineering science, and the mighty dragon cannon. This dragon cannon is actually a sound system, spreading engineering Buddhism.

That's wonderful, really great.

Then, he planted the seed in the core of the Bodhi tree.

The Bodhi tree trembled, its branches and leaves moving without wind. The seed, rooted deep within its essence, would slowly sprout and grow as it took form and cultivated itself, ultimately becoming the foundation of its Buddhist philosophy.

When Zhunti becomes a saint, he will no longer preach empty words like "this thing is destined for our West", but rather engineering-oriented Buddhism that "this thing has been proven by empirical research to be suitable for the development of the West".

"Cultivate diligently." Di Yi patted the trunk of the Bodhi tree.

"The future of the West depends on you."

After saying that, he rode away in his escape light and left the valley without looking back.

They hadn't flown far when a deafening roar echoed from the direction of Mount Sumeru:

"Rahu, you won't last much longer!"

It was Hongjun's voice.

Immediately afterwards, Rahu's maniacal laughter echoed throughout the West:

"Hahaha...Fine, fine! You don't want me to live, huh? Then none of us should live!"

"Before that, I swear to the Heavenly Dao—"

Luo Hou's voice suddenly rose, filled with determination and resentment:

"As the Tao rises, demons vanish; as the Tao vanishes, demons rise! From this day forward, every cultivator will inevitably face the tribulation of inner demons! As long as the demonic path exists, inner demons will endure forever!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the spiritual veins of the entire Western Continent began to tremble violently.

Di Yi's expression changed, and he activated his escape light with all his might.

"It's going to explode!"

He transformed into a golden rainbow and fled eastward without looking back.

Behind them, in the heart of the western continent, a black mushroom cloud covering hundreds of millions of miles was slowly rising.