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

Chapter 49 The Demon Race's Luck Soars

Northern Darkness, the Ice Palace.

Another century has passed, and the demon race has remained hidden and has not come out.

To say it's a retreat is not entirely accurate. To be precise, after being "sent back" by the witch clan, it has been in a strange state ever since.

A million demons were rescued from the Demon Locking Cave of the Celestial Court by the Wu Clan and escorted back to the Northern Sea by Kuafu.

On the way, Kuafu looked at the demons as if they were a group of walking roasted meat.

That look in his eyes sent chills down the spines of all the demons.

Fortunately, although Kuafu's eyes were frightening, he did not actually make a move.

After delivering it to the border of the Northern Sea, he left with the words "Fat it up before eating it" and turned to leave.

That sounds even scarier.

But no matter what, the demon race has finally returned.

After returning to the Northern Sea, Kunpeng remained hidden in his ice palace and refused to come out.

Bai Ze and Fu Xi took charge of the overall situation, settling the million returning demons while reinforcing the defenses of Beiming.

The Celestial Court did not press their advantage.

Dongwanggong was busy trying to win over Zhunti and guide Hongyun, busy watching Maitreya and Ksitigarbha's "automatic alchemy machine," and busy expanding his celestial court.

He didn't take the small Beiming under his nose for the time being.

And so, the demon race lived quietly for a hundred years.

Over the course of a century, a strange thing happened.

The overall fortune of the demon race has not declined, but has instead become stronger.

At first, no one noticed.

Until one day, Guiche discovered that his cultivation had inexplicably broken through.

After being brutally beaten by Xingguan, his cultivation level stagnated.

But now, he hasn't done anything, and his cultivation level has already broken through.

It wasn't the kind of breakthrough that comes from painstaking practice and gradual improvement, but rather like being forcibly pulled upwards.

Ghost Car scratched his head, looking confused.

He thought about it for a long time and concluded that it might be due to his innate talent.

But soon, the other demon gods also broke through one after another.

Ji Meng, Ying Zhao, and Qin Yuan—their cultivation levels are all increasing.

Although the increase wasn't much, it was already a great joy for these old monsters who had been stuck in the early stages of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm for many years.

"The fortune of the demon race is rising."

Bai Ze stood in the Ice Palace's main hall, his tone resolute.

"Someone is gathering fortune for the demon race."

Fuxi frowned: "Who?"

Bai Ze remained silent for a long time before slowly uttering two words: "Demon Emperor."

The hall fell silent for a moment.

Kunpeng?

The Kunpeng that hides in the ice palace all day, falls asleep during meetings, and seems to have "I want to be a salted fish" written all over his face?

He? A master of gathering fortune?

Ji Meng coughed lightly: "Bai Ze, are you mistaken? The Demon Emperor—he doesn't seem like the type to do this kind of thing."

Yingzhao nodded in agreement: "Yes, he's too lazy to even manage the daily affairs of the demon race, how could he possibly take the initiative to gather fortune?"

Bai Ze glanced at them and said calmly, "Three thousand demon scripts."

Everyone was taken aback.

Bai Ze continued, "The three thousand demon scripts have spread throughout the demon race. Every demon who learns them adds a bit to the demon race's fortune. These three thousand demon scripts were created by the Demon Emperor."

The hall fell silent once more.

Upon closer reflection, it seems that this is indeed the case.

Although the Three Thousand Demon Scripts are not a particularly profound cultivation technique, they hold immense significance for the demon race.

That was the first set of characters used by the demon race, marking the first time they had their own cultural heritage.

Since the transmission of the Three Thousand Demon Scripts, the heavens have bestowed merits, and the demon race's fortune has been solidified—all of this was brought about by Kunpeng.

"So that's how it is—"

Ghost Car scratched its head.

"Our Demon Emperor is actually quite powerful?"

Bai Ze glanced at him: "He's always been very capable."

Guiche opened its mouth, wanting to refute, but found that it seemed to have nothing to refute.

Yes, Kunpeng has always been very powerful.

Upon hearing the Dao at Zixiao Palace, the Primordial Purple Qi recognized him as its master, even though that purple qi first entered the Red Cloud, then the River Styx, and finally entered his body.

But once it went in, it never came out again; it took root firmly.

Three thousand demonic writings descended upon the world, bestowing merit upon the heavens.

Which of these things could a piece of junk do?

That guy always looked like a lazy bum, which made everyone subconsciously overlook his strength.

"Alright, let's stop discussing this." Fuxi waved his hand.

"It's good that our fortune is rising; what we lack most right now is time. The Celestial Court is powerful; we need to accumulate strength slowly."

"I can't take it anymore!"

Before Fuxi could finish speaking, Guiche suddenly stood up, looking furious.

"I can't take it anymore!"

Fuxi frowned: "What's wrong with you now?"

"I don't know what's wrong with me!"

The nine heads of the ghost car opened their mouths simultaneously, their voices overlapping and buzzing.

"I just can't take it anymore! I feel terrible all over! I want to fight!"

His left head was howling at the sky, his right head was spewing flames, and the main head in the middle was gritting its teeth.

He seemed possessed by something, restless and agitated.

Bai Ze pondered, "A surge in fortune will benefit the demon race. As cultivation improves, it will also ignite the fighting spirit within your bloodline—you are a nine-headed ferocious bird, and the fighting spirit within your bloodline is stronger than that of other demon gods."

All nine heads of the ghost car lit up at the same time.

"So that means I can go play Star Crown?"

His three heads were laughing, three heads were breathing fire, two heads were nodding, and one head was screaming.

Bai Ze: "————When did I say you could go fight Star Crown?"

"You say this is normal!"

"Just because something is normal doesn't mean you can go and die!"

The leader of the ghost car pursed his lips, looking displeased.

The henchman next to him joined in the clamor: "Fight! Fight! Fight!"

Ji Meng quickly advised, "Have you forgotten what happened last time when Xing Guan slapped three of your heads off?"

The three shattered heads of the ghost carriage simultaneously recoiled, but the other six heads became even more excited: "That was before! Things are different now! Our cultivation has increased! Our bloodline has awakened!"

Yingzhao also advised, "You've been in the industry for ages, and you've only been beaten once. What's the rush?"

"That's why we're in a hurry, because we've been blown up before!" the nine heads of the ghost car said in unison.

"How shameful! So shameful! If I don't get my revenge, how can I, Guiche, ever show my face in this primordial world again!"

Qin Yuan said weakly, "You were the one who got beaten up in the first place—"

"What did you say?!"

The nine heads turned towards Qin Yuan at the same time, and the flames they spewed almost burned Qin Yuan's wings.

Qin Yuan jumped back in fright: "I'm just telling the truth!"

"Screw the truth!"

The ghost carriage flapped its wings, trying to chase Qin Yuan, but was held back tightly by Ji Meng and Ying Zhao, one on each side.

The main hall was in complete chaos.

Just then, a voice came from deep within the Ice Palace.

"Ghost train".

The sound wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.

Everyone was stunned and turned to look.

Kunpeng appeared at the entrance of the main hall at some unknown time.

He stood with his hands behind his back, expressionless, exuding an indescribable aura.

For the past century, the Kunpeng has rarely made an appearance.

He would always hide in a corner and doze off during meetings, or lean against a pillar and stare blankly with his eyes half-open, looking like a stranded fish.

But today is different.

His eyes were sharp as knives, and his posture was as upright as a pine tree. Standing there, he gave people a sense of oppression, as if they were facing a prehistoric beast.

The ghost car paused for a moment, and then all nine heads fell silent.

"Demon—the Demon Emperor?"

Kunpeng looked at him, his tone calm but unquestionable: "I order you to attack the demon-slaying camp on the border of the Northern Underworld."

The main hall was deathly silent.

Everyone looked at Kunpeng as if he were a monster.

Demon-Slaying Camp?

Which outpost did the Celestial Court establish on the border of the Northern Underworld?

Although it was called a "grand camp", it actually only had 100,000 celestial soldiers. To the Celestial Court, it was nothing more than an outpost for monitoring the demon race.

One hundred thousand celestial soldiers are not even a fraction of the trillions of demons in the Northern Underworld.