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

Chapter 52 Heavenly Marriage?

The problem now is that the Eastern King Duke cannot be too weak, nor can he be too strong.

The Celestial Court is currently the largest power in the primordial world, with over a hundred Great Luo Immortals and its fortune at its peak.

However, the strength of the Eastern King Duke himself is only considered to be above average among the peak of the Great Luo Realm, and he relies entirely on his authority as the "Head of Male Immortals" to support him.

If Kunpeng continues to grow stronger while Dongwanggong remains stagnant, it won't be long before the demon race is able to overpower the celestial court.

At that point, the balance will be broken.

Di Yi narrowed his eyes.

We need to make the Eastern King Duke stronger as well.

How will it change?

Primordial Purple Qi? That's impossible. All seven streams of purple qi already have owners: the Three Pure Ones and Nuwa each possess one. The extra one is with Kunpeng, and there are no more.

Slaying a corpse? The Eastern King Duke could do it, but he lacks the right opportunity.

What kind of opportunity?

Merit, spiritual treasure, heavenly marriage?

Oh, right, there's also the Heavenly Marriage.

The word suddenly flashed through Di Yi's mind.

In the original story, the heavenly marriage between Di Jun and Xi He and Chang Xi brought great merit, directly enabling Di Jun to break through to the level of Quasi-Saint.

Now that Di Jun is gone, the merits of the Heavenly Marriage remain.

The question is—with whom?

The two goddesses on the moon, Xihe and Changxi, were Dijun's celestial marriage partners in the original story.

But now Emperor Yi is a three-legged golden crow, and logically speaking, the marriage line between the moon and the sun should still be connected to him.

Di Yi shivered.

marry?

Do not make jokes.

He doesn't even want to date, let alone get married.

But the problem is, if he doesn't get married, will Dongwanggong have designs on Taiyinxing?

The Eastern King Duke is the head of the male immortals, possessing the most yang constitution, and is indeed a perfect match for the goddess of the Taiyin star.

If he were to propose to her, given his current status and position, would Xihe and Changxi refuse? They might even force him.

The more Di Yi thought about it, the more likely it seemed.

No.

We must not let the Eastern King Duke touch the Moon Star.

But someone has to claim that Heavenly Marriage Merit. Emperor Yi can also get a share, and the Eastern King Duke can also break through to Quasi-Saint.

Perfect.

Di Yi sat up, stroked his chin, and began to ponder.

The core of celestial marriage is "the union of yin and yang".

It doesn't necessarily have to be a living person marrying another living person; a living creature marrying a spirit treasure doesn't seem out of the question either.

There are so many innate spiritual treasures in the primordial world, and many of them are of the Yin attribute.

Find a Yin-attribute treasure and pair it with the Eastern King Duke in a "heavenly marriage," and you can still gain merit.

Moreover, Lingbao can't talk, doesn't throw tantrums, and doesn't ask for this or that, which saves a lot of trouble.

Di Yi's eyes lit up.

He suddenly spoke up: "Jin Yi, what do you call someone who doesn't want to get married, but also doesn't want anyone else to be with their destined partner?"

Jin Yi tilted his head and thought for a moment: "Possessiveness?"

Di Yi's lips twitched.

It seems that's true.

But what he possessed was not a person, but a thread of fate.

No, he doesn't even want to take advantage of the marriage connection; he just doesn't want the Eastern King Duke to get something for nothing.

Forget it, I don't want to.

Anyway, no one is allowed to touch those two Taiyin stars.

As for the Eastern King Duke's celestial marriage partner—take your time finding one. The primordial world is so vast, there are plenty of yin-attribute spiritual treasures.

Di Yi lay down again and took another bite of the yellow plum.

Oh, right, Buzhou Mountain.

After the second lecture at Zixiao Palace, he had not yet formally visited Nuwa.

They've built the Sun God chariot for themselves; it wouldn't be right not to take a ride on it.

Moreover, when Buzhou Mountain was mentioned, he suddenly remembered something.

Before the lecture, when he climbed Mount Buzhou to temper his physical body, he entered a secret realm where there was a primordial gourd vine that had grown seven gourds.

He nourished those gourds with the golden light of his merit, but then he was busy going to the Purple Cloud Palace and forgot about it.

Judging by the time, those gourds should be ripe soon.

The seven innate gourds, each a top-tier spiritual treasure, represent the seven colors of the rainbow: red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple.

In the original story, these gourds fell into the hands of Laozi, Hongyun, Lu Ya, Nuwa, Yuanshi, Tongtian, and Jieyin, and each one was a supreme treasure that shook the primordial world.

But now, they are still hanging on that vine.

Di Yi sat up, his eyes shining.

Seven gourds, seven top-tier spiritual treasures.

Keep a few for yourself, and use the rest for layout.

Give one to Kunpeng, so he can be eternally grateful to Di Yi.

Giving one to the Eastern King Duke is a kind of compensation for the "heavenly marriage." No, the heavenly marriage partner hasn't been found yet. The gourd is the gourd, and the heavenly marriage is the heavenly marriage; they are two different things.

The more Di Yi thought about it, the more feasible it seemed.

"Jin Yi, prepare the car."

Jin blinked: "Master is going out?"

"Go to Buzhou Mountain and catch up with fellow Daoist Nuwa."

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Jin Yi responded and turned to prepare.

Di Yi stood up, stretched, looked at the distant starry sky, and smiled slightly.

Seven gourds, here I come.

Buzhou Mountain, a hidden paradise at its summit.

This secret realm is hidden in the sea of ​​clouds atop Mount Buzhou, concealed by Emperor Yi using a spatial array, and has remained undiscovered for a thousand years.

In the center of the secret realm, a primordial gourd vine clung to an ancient tree, its tendrils as green as jade, and its leaves shimmering with a faint spiritual light.

Gourds are hanging from the vine.

Seven gourds of different colors were neatly arranged—red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple—each plump and round, their surfaces radiating innate Daoist charm.

Next to them hangs an unusual eighth gourd, which is actually an extra one.

This gourd is pure white and exudes a cool, yin energy, which is completely different from the lively atmosphere of the other seven gourds.

It resembles the yin and yang opposites of seven gourds, hanging there quietly, as if asleep.

Thousands of years ago, Emperor Yi nourished this secret realm with the golden light of merit and set up a spatial array to completely isolate it from the outside world.

Over the past thousand years, the seven gourds, nourished by the power of merit, have long since transformed from spiritual objects into spiritual treasures.

At this moment, the seven gourds began to tremble slightly.

The red gourd was the first to shake, and cracks appeared on its surface.

"Click"

A crack appeared in the gourd shell, and a beam of crimson light shot out from the crack, transforming into a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy in the air.

The boy had red hair and red eyes, and his brows exuded a flamboyant and fiery aura. After landing, he was stunned for a moment, and then laughed loudly.

"Hahaha! I did it! I did it!"

The orange gourd then split open, and an orange-haired boy landed on the ground, rolling his eyes: "It's done, so what's with all the yelling? It's so noisy."

"I'm happy!" the red-haired boy said, hands on his hips.

"Do you know how long I've waited for this day?!"

"How long have you been waiting? We haven't been waiting at all! Stop nagging and disturbing our peace and quiet."

The yellow gourd split open, and a blond-haired boy stepped out, speaking in a calm tone.

"That's right, that's right." The green gourd split open, and the green-haired boy stretched.

"We were born together, and you matured a moment earlier than the rest of us. What's there to be proud of?"

The red-haired boy choked for a moment, pursed his lips, and remained silent.

The cyan gourd, the blue gourd, and the purple gourd split open one after another, and the three boys fell to the ground one after the other.

The green-haired boy was gentle and refined, the blue-haired boy was cold and aloof, and the purple-haired boy was as steady as a mountain.

Seven teenagers stood together, each with a different color and temperament, yet all exuding a unique spiritual energy characteristic of innate spiritual beings.

The red-haired boy looked around, then suddenly frowned: "Wait a minute, all seven of us are out, but where's the eighth one?"

Everyone turned to look at the white gourd on the vine.

The white gourd remained motionless, its surface shrouded in a faint aura of yin energy, as if it were asleep.