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

Chapter 35 The Witch Clan Attacks the Heavenly Court

Why does it feel like Hongjun is so happy?

As he pondered, Hongjun on the high platform withdrew his gaze and slowly spoke: "The two lectures for today are now complete. The lineage of the Xuanmen has been passed on, and the path to sainthood is within reach."

His voice was calm and resonant, echoing in the silent hall: "After three lectures, the old Daoist will unite with the Dao. At that time, the primordial Heavenly Dao will be perfected, and order will be unified."

Harmony with the Dao?

The Eastern King's eyes lit up instantly.

To unite with the Dao—doesn't that mean to stop interfering in worldly affairs? A sage unites with the Dao and the heavens, thus transcending worldly matters and no longer concerning himself with the affairs of the primordial world!

Then—

He couldn't help but smile, but he quickly suppressed it and adopted a respectful demeanor.

The others also had different thoughts.

Some felt regret, some had high hopes, and some were secretly making plans.

Di Yi frowned slightly.

After three lectures, we will reach the Dao—time is running out.

Before he could even think about it, *thump!*

A dull bell rang.

The next second, the world spun around!

By the time everyone came to their senses, they had all been "thrown" out of Zixiao Palace!

He was really thrown out, the kind where his butt flips over.

Some people landed face down, some fell flat on their backs, and some, after finally regaining their balance, found themselves standing on the edge of the void, almost falling into chaos.

The gates of Zixiao Palace were tightly shut, and there was no sound at all.

The crowd rose from the void, bewildered, and looked at each other in confusion.

"This...this is how they kicked us out?"

"The Dao Ancestor was too decisive—"

"I haven't even realized it yet!"

The Eastern King Duke awkwardly steadied himself from the void, his crown tassels askew, his dragon robe wrinkled, and his face still bearing the embarrassment he hadn't had time to conceal.

He quickly straightened his clothes, coughed twice, and made it seem as if "this emperor was prepared in advance".

Xingguan Daoist and the others quickly surrounded him, offering words of comfort and concern.

On the demon side, Bai Ze and Fu Xi flanked Kunpeng, fearing he might escape.

Kunpeng remained expressionless, letting them do as they pleased, his eyes as empty as a dried salted fish.

The Three Pure Ones stood side by side. Laozi remained with his eyes closed, Yuanshi looked into the depths of chaos with his hands behind his back, and Tongtian glanced back at the tightly closed gates of Zixiao Palace.

The two Westerners huddled together, with Zhunti still touching his forehead and Jieyin chanting something beside him.

Hongyun stood dejectedly to the side, with many eyes already fixed on him—after all, he was someone who had been "drilled" by the Primordial Purple Qi.

Surrounded by murderous intent, Styx remained silent before transforming into a streak of blood-red light and disappearing into the horizon.

Randeng's eyes darted around, and he moved closer to Sanqing, trying to get on their good side, though it was unclear what he was trying to do.

Di Yi stood at the edge of the void and looked down at what was in his hand.

That long string of prayer cushions, numbering at least a thousand, was now swaying gently beside him, emanating a faint Daoist aura.

A smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

These things are all treasures.

If it were to drift to the primordial continent, it would be sought after even if people were fighting tooth and nail for it.

He was figuring out how to "market" these futons when suddenly a thought flashed through his mind.

The second lecture has ended.

time flies.

A certain "specific plot" is about to happen.

The seven gourds on Mount Buzhou.

When he went last time, the land wasn't fully ripe yet, so he left a clone there to guard it and set up a spatial array. Judging by the time, it should be about ready by now.

He raised his head, his gaze falling in one direction—

Buzhou Mountain.

Then, his gaze fell on the slender figure not far away.

Nuwa was talking to Fuxi, her expression gentle, with a faint smile in her eyes.

Di Yi strode over.

"Fellow Daoist Nuwa."

Nuwa turned to look at him, slightly taken aback: "Fellow Daoist Emperor?"

Di Yi smiled brightly: "Would you like to take a tour of your house? I was in too much of a rush last time and didn't get a proper look around."

Nuwa blinked, and before she could speak, a figure darted over.

It is Fuxi.

He wore a warm smile, a smile that was almost too warm.

"Hahaha! Welcome, Fellow Daoist Emperor!" Fuxi said, cupping his hands in a loud voice.

"My sister and I will certainly prepare a warm welcome and await your arrival!"

As he spoke, he changed the subject, his eyes fixed on Di Yi: "But—when can I also go to the Sun Star?"

The look in his eyes and the tone of his voice clearly said: Now that you've come to my house, I can go to yours, right?

Emperor Yi coughed twice and touched his nose.

"Well—" he chuckled awkwardly.

"It's that old tree in my yard, you know what it is?"

Fuxi's face darkened.

Of course he understands.

How could he not understand being blocked outside the Sun Star by the Fusang Divine Tree and by the statement "The Sun Star does not welcome men"?

Once they need someone's help, they have a plan to "drag others down with them".

He could only swallow his frustration and continue with a warm smile: "I understand, I understand. Don't worry, fellow Daoist, I am broad-minded and don't hold grudges."

Di Yi smiled brightly: "That's good, then I can rest assured."

Nuwa watched the two of them from the side, a slight smile playing on her lips, lost in thought.

The Purple Cloud Palace was completely empty.

On the high platform, Hongjun still sat cross-legged on his cloud bed.

His gaze pierced through the palace walls, through the chaos, and landed on the figures that were gradually dissipating in the void.

It fell on Di Yi.

It landed on Kunpeng.

It fell upon those primordial beings, each with their own thoughts and intentions.

After a long silence, he spoke softly, his voice echoing in the empty hall: "This is the new change."

He paused, then continued, as if talking to himself, or perhaps to some unseen being: "I hope this new story will bring new life."

No one responded from inside the hall.

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Only his own voice, in the silent hall, gradually faded away, circle by circle.

His gaze swept towards the outside of Zixiao Palace, into the chaotic void.

The Eastern King straightened his crooked crown, his face so gloomy it could drip water.

The humiliation of being "thrown" out by the Dao Ancestor had caused him, the "Lord of the Celestial Court," to lose all face.

What's even more infuriating is that the Primordial Purple Qi actually entered Kunpeng's body—not his, Dongwanggong's!

"Return to Heaven." He uttered three words coldly, then with a flick of his sleeve, he transformed into a golden rainbow and sped off towards Mount Buzhou.

The Celestial Officials, including the Star-Crowned Daoist, quickly followed, and the group, in a grand procession, left a dazzling trail of light in the chaos.

Three thousand years.

I haven't been back to Heaven for three thousand years.

Dongwanggong secretly vowed: upon returning this time, he would thoroughly reorganize the Celestial Court and strengthen its power. After the three lectures, when the Dao Ancestor merged with the Dao, the primordial world would be his, Dongwanggong's, domain!

Just then, a violent surge of magical energy suddenly came from ahead.

The fluctuations were violent and tyrannical, carrying a strong bloody aura, and could be clearly sensed even across billions of miles of void.

"What happened?" Xingguan Daoist's expression changed.

The Eastern King's pupils contracted slightly, and his divine sense instantly swept forward.

The next moment, his face turned ashen: "Oh no! It's the Witch Clan! What are they doing here?!"

The group sped up and rushed madly toward the Heavenly Court.

Passing through the last layer of clouds, the sight before them made everyone gasp in astonishment—

Outside the Heavenly Court, in the void where auspicious clouds should be swirling and cranes should be flying, blood energy is now surging into the sky!

Huge figures, hundreds of feet tall, were rampaging through the Heavenly Court complex!

"Quickly! Take those little demons captured by the Celestial Court away!"

A rough voice boomed from below, like rolling thunder: "Three thousand years have passed, and that bastard Dongwanggong is about to return!"

The Demon-Locking Cave.

That was a prison specially built by the Eastern King Duke, where demons captured from all over the primordial world over the past three thousand years were imprisoned.

The fox clan of Qingqiu, the wild boars of Langlang Mountain, and the survivors of the Ten Thousand Demon Palace—they were densely packed together, numbering in the millions!

At this moment, the restrictions on the Demon-Locking Cave had been violently broken, and countless witch warriors rushed in, dragging the terrified demons out like chickens.

"Ah, it's the Witch Clan! The Witch Clan is coming to eat us! Everyone run!"

A demon screamed in despair.

"Stop crying!"

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Even crying should be timed.

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