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

Chapter 39 Dong Wanggong: Technology, I don't understand.

On the edge of the western continent, beside a newly repaired spiritual vein.

Di Yi's clone straightened up, casually tucked the sunstone he was using to probe the earth's veins into his robes, and looked up towards the east.

To be precise, it was an unconscious act of looking up at the sky.

Faint celestial music drifted from the horizon.

The music was grand and flamboyant, clearly perceptible even across billions of miles of void, as if afraid others wouldn't know someone had arrived.

"Who is it that's so ostentatious?" Emperor's clone muttered.

"Who has the leisure to come to this western land? It's so poor, aren't they afraid of making a wasted trip?"

He squinted, his divine sense sweeping across the horizon.

A moment later, the corner of his mouth twitched.

The Eastern King Duke.

Accompanied by the Star-Crowned Daoist and several Celestial Officials, they were swaggering westward.

His purple-gold nine-dragon robe stood out conspicuously in the chaotic void, with auspicious clouds spreading behind him and celestial music clearing the way, making him more imposing than anyone else.

"What is he doing here? What is there that would interest him?" Emperor Yi's clone frowned, then calculated with his fingers.

A moment later, a strange smile appeared on his face.

"Oh—so they were beaten by the witch clan, beaten so badly that they hired people to work for them."

He stroked his chin, a mischievous glint in his eyes: "Hmm—it seems this Eastern King Duke is still weak. After the Witch Clan's commotion, he's gotten anxious and started trying to win people over."

He looked up at the direction of Mount Sumeru in the western depths, then at the golden light that was getting closer and closer, and he made up his mind.

"We need to help with this. We need to balance things out. If it's not balanced, how will we play in the future?"

Thinking of this, his smile deepened: "How wonderful it would be to send one or two of the Westerners' apprentices. They can eat his food, use his resources, but they won't do any work for him. Anyway, the West is poor; if someone is offering resources to their doorstep, why not take it?"

He raised his hand and sent a secret telepathic message towards Mount Sumeru.

On the southern slope of Mount Sumeru, in a valley.

Maitreya and Ksitigarbha were squatting on the ground, having a heated discussion about a pile of messy parts.

"I think the core array pattern of this receiving device could be further optimized!"

Maitreya pointed to the bronze plate that had just been fried in the furnace, looking very serious.

"If we could incorporate the principle of the five elements' mutual generation, we might be able to increase efficiency by 70%!"

Ksitigarbha rolled his eyes: "Don't think about 70% yet, can you solve the problem of it not exploding first? Last time the furnace exploded, it almost burned my eyebrows!"

"That was an accident! A problem with the materials!"

"You always say it's a problem with the materials!"

The two were arguing when they suddenly froze.

A thought entered their minds directly.

The thought was gentle yet clear, carrying a faint hint of the sun: "The Eastern King is coming to the West to win people over. You can go, eat his food, use his things, and bring them back for research."

As for the work—just do what you can.

The two exchanged a glance, their eyes instantly lighting up.

"It's the Golden Crow Ancestor!" Maitreya's voice trembled with excitement.

"Our ancestors have sent us a message! This is the first time!"

Ksitigarbha was also beaming with excitement, nodding repeatedly: "What did the Ancestor say? Go to the Eastern King Duke's place? Eat his food and use his things?"

"Yes! We'll bring the stuff back for research!"

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go find Master!"

The two of them didn't even bother to pick up what was on the ground, and ran as fast as they could into the depths of the valley.

Mount Sumeru is the sacred site where Cundi Bodhisattva guides sentient beings.

It was called a temple, but it was really just a few stone houses and a simple preaching platform. Compared to the magnificent palaces and pavilions of the East, it was incredibly shabby.

But at this moment, the dojo was bustling with activity.

Zhunti and Jieyin sat upright on the prayer mats, with Maitreya and Ksitigarbha standing in front of them, panting as they ran towards them.

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"Master! Master! The Golden Crow Ancestor has sent a message!" Maitreya shouted as soon as he entered the door.

Zhunti was taken aback: "What?"

Ksitigarbha quickly repeated the contents of the thought he had just received.

After listening, Zhunti turned to look at Jieyin.

After a moment of silence, Jieyin slowly spoke: "Big Brother means—that we should go to the Celestial Court?"

"It's not asking us to go," Maitreya corrected.

"They want us to go there—eat his food, use his things, and bring them back."

Jieyin and Zhunti exchanged a glance.

A knowing smile appeared on both of their faces at the same time.

A great opportunity to make money has arrived.

"Understood." Zhunti stood up and dusted himself off.

"Since our elder brother has spoken, let's go."

Jieyin also stood up, thought for a moment, and said, "However, we can't all go. One of us has to stay in the West, after all, there are still so many things to do here."

"Then I'll go, you stay here," Zhunti said.

The guide nodded.

Zhunti turned to his two disciples: "You two, come with me."

Maitreya and Ksitigarbha were overjoyed: "Yes, Master!"

The guide advised, "Remember, don't be too honest when you go. Take what you're entitled to, eat what you're entitled to, but don't actually work for them. We Westerners value pragmatism; pragmatism means getting the resources in hand, and nothing else matters."

Maitreya nodded repeatedly: "Master, rest assured! Your disciple understands!"

Ksitigarbha nodded vigorously.

Zhunti, accompanied by his two disciples, stepped out of the stone house, mounted his escape light, and headed east to meet the enemy.

On the edge of the western continent, in the void.

The Eastern King and his entourage landed slowly.

He stood on a relatively flat rock, hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping over his surroundings, his brows slightly furrowed.

The West—it really is poor.

The mountains are barren, the water is murky, and the spiritual energy is pitifully scarce.

Occasionally, a few cultivators could be seen repairing the spiritual veins in the distance. They were all covered in dust and dirt, and they had no trace of the otherworldly demeanor of cultivators.

But since we're already here, we can't just turn around and leave.

He straightened his clothes and was about to have Xingguan Daoist inform him when he was suddenly drawn to the scene before him.

Not far away, on an open space.

Several Western monks were squatting in a circle, pointing at a bunch of strange things.

"The runes on your spirit energy conduit are engraved incorrectly! It should be a Three Talents Array, not a Five Elements Array!"

"The Three Talents Formation's attraction efficiency is too low! Although the Five Elements Formation is prone to failure, its attraction efficiency is much higher!"

"What's the point of blowing it up? If it blows up, we have to start all over again!"

"We learned from the explosion! We won't let it happen again next time!"

The Eastern King was stunned.

He couldn't understand.

I really don't understand.

What kind of spiritual energy channel? What kind of Three Talents Formation or Five Elements Formation? What kind of guiding efficiency?

He turned to look at the Star-Crowned Taoist: "What are they talking about?"

The Star-Crowned Taoist also looked bewildered: "Your Majesty—I do not know either."

The Eastern King's brows furrowed even more.

He stepped forward, wanting to see clearly what those things were.

Upon closer inspection, one could see that what was laid out on the ground were strangely shaped objects:

Like a transparent tube as thick as two big men's arms, with densely packed runes flowing on the tube wall;

A bronze plate, about the size of a palm, resembling the image of Kuafu, is covered with intricate array patterns.

There were also probe-like objects with their tips gleaming faintly.

When the Western monks saw him coming, they merely glanced up at him and then continued their discussion, completely disregarding him as the "Lord of the Celestial Court."