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

One hundred years after the Big Bang in the West.

Di Yi is back.

Standing on the edge of the western continent, he could hardly recognize that this was the land he once knew.

As far as the eye could see, there were only broken mountains and rivers, cracked earth, and spiritual energy so thin that it was almost imperceptible.

The air was filled with the chaotic energy of earth, water, fire, and wind, as if it were about to return to chaos at any moment.

"How awful..." Emperor Yi stepped into the western territory, the ground beneath his feet was so soft that he could sink into it.

"No wonder the two Westerners in later generations were so persistent. If this place can be revived, it would truly be a miracle."

As he walked forward, the "Primordial Creation Dao Scripture" in his mind suddenly turned its pages automatically.

Newly unlocked content is displayed:

"Western Spiritual Vein Restoration Task: Restore the broken spiritual veins and stabilize the earth, water, fire, and wind. Task Rewards: Great Dao Creation Merit (distributed according to the restoration ratio), Primordial Chaos Power Infusion."

Below is a method for regulating spiritual veins—not some profound supernatural power, but the most basic techniques for connecting spiritual veins, stabilizing earth energy, and harmonizing water and fire. Its strength lies in its comprehensiveness and its simplicity.

"Reorganize the Western spiritual veins?" Emperor Yi looked at the shattered world stretching for billions of miles before him.

"This workload..."

The Emperor raised an eyebrow.

You can also gain merit, but what is this Primordial Chaos Power?

Upon closer inspection of the description, it is revealed that the Primordial Magic Power is a special magical power cultivated from the "Primordial Creation Dao Scripture," with a quality far exceeding that of ordinary magical power transformed from innate spiritual energy. A wisp of Primordial Magic Power is equivalent to ten thousand years of arduous cultivation.

He thought about it and decided to give it a try.

Anyway, the war between the Dao and the Demons has just ended, and Hongjun and others are either seriously injured or have gone into seclusion, so the prehistoric world has temporarily entered a period of peace.

"Let's get started then."

Di Yi found a relatively stable spot, sat down cross-legged, and began to deduce the Hetu and Luoshu.

The Hetu (River Diagram) reveals the topography of the west, while the Luoshu (Luo River Diagram) deduces the direction of the spiritual veins.

A moment later, the entire spiritual network of the Western continent appeared before him in the form of a phantom—riddled with holes, fragmented, like a piece of porcelain that had been smashed and barely pieced back together.

"Start with the closest one."

Emperor Yi stood up, stretched out his palms, and the True Fire of the Sun surged from his palms. This was not for burning, but transformed into billions of golden fire lines as thin as hair, probing into the ground.

The laws of the sun contain the aspect of creation and vitality.

These threads of fire, like surgical sutures, began to stitch up the broken ends of the spiritual veins.

Di Yi carefully controlled the fire, ensuring that each fire line precisely connected to the spiritual vein patterns at both ends; the slightest mistake would cause the spiritual vein to completely collapse.

This process is extremely taxing on mental and magical energy.

But Di Yi held on.

The Chaos Bell above his head vibrated slightly, and the laws of spacetime spread out, slowing the flow of time in the surrounding area by ten times—giving him more time to complete his delicate operations.

An early-stage Great Luo Golden Immortal, relying on supreme treasures and top-tier cultivation techniques, managed to do work that even Quasi-Saints would find troublesome.

One, two, three...

Di Yi was so engrossed that he forgot about time.

He felt his understanding of the laws of the sun deepening, and he also began to have a vague understanding of the spacetime laws of the Chaos Clock.

What were originally just rules used as tools are now slowly becoming part of his own understanding.

That's how spiritual practice works: use it or lose it.

Three thousand years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Emperor Yi has already repaired the spiritual vein network covering tens of millions of miles of the Western Continent.

Although it is only a drop in the ocean compared to the entire West, this vast area has been revitalized. Plants and trees have begun to grow, spiritual energy has stopped being lost, and the land has stabilized.

"The West is still too brutal."

Di Yi wiped non-existent sweat from his forehead.

Just then, a gentle voice came from behind:

"Little Golden Crow, the West is so vast, you can't possibly manage it all."

Di Yi suddenly turned around.

Suddenly, a Taoist priest in a green robe appeared ten feet behind him.

The Taoist priest was tall and had an ancient face. He had a willow branch hanging from his waist and his body emanated mysterious spatial fluctuations.

What horrified Di Yi the most was that he had no idea when this person had arrived—the Chaos Bell gave no warning, the Hetu Luoshu did not predict it, and even the Hongmeng Creation Dao Scripture did not react.

"Senior is..." Di Yi bowed respectfully.

Those who could approach him silently without being detected would be at least at the peak of the Quasi-Saint realm, or perhaps even...

"Yang Mei," the Taoist priest smiled.

"You should have heard of the Space Demon God."

Emperor Yi's heart skipped a beat.

Master Yangmei!

He was a Chaos Demon God who joined forces with Hongjun to besiege Luo Hou during the war between Dao and Demon. He cultivated the laws of space and his strength was unfathomable.

"Junior Di Yi greets Senior Yang Mei." Di Yi bowed again.

"Is your injury any better, senior?"

Yang Mei waved her hand: "It's alright. Although Luo Hou's self-destruction was powerful, it's still not enough to damage my core essence."

He looked around at the spiritual veins that Di Yi had repaired, and his eyes showed approval.

"Have you been doing this for the past thousand years?"

"Yes." The Emperor nodded.

"We, the cultivators of the Primordial World, were nurtured by the Primordial World. We must repay the Primordial World. Now that we are so broken, someone must strive forward. If one person cannot succeed, then there will be others to follow."

These words were spoken in a plain tone, but Yang Mei was slightly taken aback upon hearing them.

He looked at the young man in the form of a golden crow before him—a Great Luo Golden Immortal with the Chaos Bell on his head, the River Chart and Luo Book in his hand, and the origin of the three-legged golden crow on his body, yet here he was repairing the shattered western land bit by bit.

"What a reward, what a testament to perseverance!" Yang Mei smiled.

"I'll help you."

Before Di Yi could respond, Yang Mei had already raised her hand.

The laws of space unfold.

Centered on him, the shattered land within a radius of tens of millions of miles began to automatically reorganize.

The severed spiritual veins automatically reconnected as if they were alive, the chaotic elements of earth, water, fire, and wind were forcibly restored to their proper places by the power of space, and the shattered fragments of mountains and rivers were moved to suitable locations...

It's more than a thousand times faster than Emperor One.

Emperor Yi was dumbfounded.

"Don't just stand there, learn." Yang Mei instructed Di Yi while manipulating the spatial laws to organize the spiritual veins.

"Repairing spiritual veins is not a matter of brute force; it requires following the natural flow of energy..."

Emperor Yi immediately focused his attention on observing and learning.

The two worked together, one teaching and the other learning, to repair the western land. With Yang Mei, the spatial demon god, intervening, the progress accelerated dramatically.

During the process, Yang Mei gradually opened up and started talking.

"Back in the day, we three thousand demon gods followed Pangu and formed the Demon God Gang, which was incomparable..."

He stopped abruptly at this point.

Di Yi was listening intently: "Senior, why did you stop? What is it? Is there any inside story about the Great Calamity of Creation?"

Yang Mei remained silent for a moment, then shook his head: "It cannot be said. This Primordial Heavenly Dao... was kicked by Brother Pangu, who made me, Shichen, Hongjun, and I guard the Primordial World."

Shichen and I had no intention of getting involved in karma, so we withdrew from the world. If you have the ability, then increase your strength. This Heavenly Dao…this Hongjun…”

He hesitated.

Di Yi pressed, "What happened to the Heavenly Dao? What happened to Senior Hongjun? What's going on? What's going on?"

Yang Mei glanced at him and sighed, "Hongjun... never mind, it's too early to talk about these things now."

Just remember, the waters of the primordial world are deep, and even the Heavenly Dao is not omniscient or omnipotent. Cultivate diligently and attain enlightenment as soon as possible to transcend the grand scheme of things.

After saying that, he said no more and focused on repairing the spiritual veins.

Upon seeing this, the emperor knew he wouldn't get any more information, so he could only bury himself in his studies and work.

Another thousand years passed.

Yang Mei suddenly stopped and looked eastward: "Time is on my way, I have to go. I've helped you repair one percent of this western land, the rest... we'll see what fate brings."

He raised his hand and pointed, sending a glimpse of the laws of space into Di Yi's brow.

"This is the foundational chapter of my spatial laws. Study it carefully. If you encounter difficulties in the future, you may come to the edge of chaos to find me."

As soon as she finished speaking, Yang Mei's figure gradually faded away and finally disappeared into the space.

Di Yi felt the spatial law in his mind and looked at the western land that had been repaired by one percent—although it was still terrible, at least there was hope for recovery.

He took a deep breath and threw himself back into the restoration work.

"If one person isn't enough, then use a clone."

Emperor Yi activated the clone technique from the "Primordial Creation Dao Scripture," creating nine clones condensed from true solar fire.

Each clone possesses 30% of his strength, enough to undertake basic spiritual vein management work.

"Get to work."

The main body, along with nine clones, scattered ten figures to various parts of the west, beginning the restoration project that could potentially last tens of thousands of years.

In a corner that Di Yi hadn't noticed, on a newly repaired spiritual vein node, a barely perceptible golden light of merit quietly merged into his essence.

At the same time, the "Hongmeng Creation Dao Scripture" also fed back a wisp of pure Hongmeng magical power.

Although it's small, it adds up.

Emperor Yi buried himself in his work, with only one thought in his mind:

"Let's get this land sorted out first, then see what other good things the scriptures can offer."