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

Chapter 57 The Eastern King's Dilemma

The ghost car was stunned.

The Northern Heavenly Venerable was stunned.

The 500,000 celestial soldiers were all stunned.

A dark shadow slowly descended from the sky.

Dressed in black, with long hair flowing down her shoulders, she had no expression.

Kunpeng.

He stood in front of the ghost car, hands behind his back, looking calmly at the Northern Heavenly Venerable.

The Northern Heavenly Venerable's pupils shrank sharply: "Kunpeng? Before you could finish speaking, Kunpeng raised his hand."

One palm strike.

It felt light and airy, like swatting flies.

But this palm strike, though separated by dozens of miles of void, landed directly on the chest of the Northern Heavenly Venerable.

"puff"

The Northern Heavenly Venerable spat out a mouthful of blood, and his entire body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing through three layers of the great formation and plunging deep into the Northern Continent camp.

Life and death do not know.

The 500,000 celestial soldiers remained completely silent.

Kunpeng withdrew his hand and turned to look at Guiche.

The nine heads of the ghost car shrank back at the same time.

Kunpeng remained silent, transforming into a black shadow and disappearing into the horizon.

It came suddenly, and it left suddenly.

The ghost car was stunned for a long time before all nine heads reacted at the same time.

The leader was the first to speak: "Attack! What are you all standing there for!"

Left Deputy Chief: "The Demon Emperor killed our commander with a single palm strike!"

Right Deputy Chief: "The rest are all useless!"

The small head at the back of the head: "Charge!"

The nine heads of the ghost chariot spewed fire at the same time and rushed towards the already collapsed formation of immortal soldiers.

Five hundred thousand celestial soldiers, leaderless and with their formation broken, were being chased and burned by Guiche alone.

Flames soared into the sky, and screams of agony rose and fell.

The ghost car became increasingly frenzied as it was attacked, chasing and burning, chasing and fighting.

The entire Northern Continent camp was burned to the ground by a nine-headed bird.

On the edge of the northern continent, the camp of the Wu tribe.

Xing Tian stood on a high point in the camp, looking at the towering flames in the direction of the Northern Land Camp, with a puzzled expression.

Several witch warriors stood behind him, also watching.

"That direction—is that the Celestial Court's Northern Camp?" a Wu Clan warrior asked.

Xing Tian nodded.

"Is it on fire?"

Xing Tian nodded again.

"Who did this? Did the Celestial Court burn itself down?"

Xing Tian shook his head and said in a muffled voice, "No. It's the demon race."

"Demon race?" The warrior was stunned.

"Didn't the demon race hide in the Northern Sea for a thousand years? Why did they suddenly come out to fight?"

Xing Tian did not answer.

His Witch Clan Divine Eye pierced through the void and saw the scene above the Northern Continent Camp: a nine-headed bird was chasing and burning the immortal soldiers, all nine heads were laughing, laughing like madmen.

Further away, a dark shadow was flying towards the North Sea.

The shadowy figure was incredibly fast, so fast that Xing Tian only saw a fleeting afterimage.

But he remembered that aura.

Cold, domineering, and unfathomable.

"Kunpeng," Xing Tian said in a low voice.

"What?"

"Kunpeng has changed." Xing Tian withdrew his gaze, turned around, and walked back to the camp.

"Pass down the order to increase vigilance. The demon race—something's not right."

The witch warrior responded and hurried off to relay the order.

Xing Tian sat in his tent, stroking his great axe, muttering to himself, "What did these demons eat to be so ferocious?"

He couldn't figure it out.

But he had a premonition—the primordial tranquility was about to end.

The Heavenly Court, the Lingxiao Palace.

The Eastern King Duke sat on the imperial throne, tapping his fingers on the armrest.

"Tap. Tap. Tap."

His voice was neither hurried nor slow, but his brows were furrowed into a deep frown.

The Star-Crowned Taoist stood below, eyes downcast and mind at ease, not daring to utter a sound.

He knew what His Majesty was thinking.

The news that the Northern Continent camp had been burned down, 500,000 celestial soldiers had scattered, and the Northern Heavenly Venerable had been seriously injured was like a slap in the face to the Celestial Court.

Kunpeng's palm strike landed squarely on Dongwanggong's chest.

Both are at the peak of the Great Luo realm, yet one of them can severely injure a late-stage Great Luo realm cultivator with a single palm strike.

The Eastern King asked himself honestly, and he realized he couldn't do it.

It's certainly not that easy.

"Star Crown," the Eastern King announced.

"Your subject is here."

"Recite those two things you mentioned before—tell me again."

The Star-Crowned Taoist's eyes lit up, knowing that His Majesty had made up his mind.

He cleared his throat and said respectfully, "Your Majesty, the first matter is the Heavenly Marriage. Emperor Yi took the initiative to propose that Your Majesty marry the innate pure Yin gourd he is raising. Once the Heavenly Marriage is completed, Heaven will bestow merit, and Your Majesty's ascension to Quasi-Sainthood through the severing of your corpse will be just around the corner."

Dong Wanggong nodded expressionlessly.

"The second matter is the title of Supreme Emperor. I suggest granting Emperor Yi the title of 'Supreme Emperor,' thus binding him to the Celestial Court's cause. The Nine Acts of Kindness owed him will naturally become the Celestial Court's. Even if the Three Pure Ones don't want to help the Celestial Court, they must uphold their oath to the Great Dao."

The Eastern King nodded again.

Two things: one made him stronger, and the other allowed him to leverage his influence.

It's all good.

But the problem is—he doesn't want to appear anxious.

Who is Dongwanggong?

The head of all male immortals, the ruler of the Celestial Court, and the first person in the primordial world to patrol on behalf of Heaven.

How can you pounce on someone like a starving dog and beg for help?

"Star Crown." The Eastern King sat up straight, his tone indifferent.

"Do you think I should take the initiative to find Emperor Yi, or wait for him to come to me?"

Xingguan Daoren was a shrewd man, and he understood immediately upon hearing this.

It's not that His Majesty doesn't want to go, it's that he wants to save face.

He quickly bowed and said, "Your Majesty, in my opinion, it should be the Emperor who has come to ask Your Majesty for help."

Dongwanggong raised an eyebrow: "Oh? What do you mean?"

"Your Majesty, think about it. It was Emperor Yi who took the initiative to propose the Heavenly Marriage."

It was he who wanted to marry off that gourd, not His Majesty who begged to take it. Even if that gourd was a primordial spiritual object, it was still just an unformed embryo. His Majesty's agreement was a favor to her.

The Star-Crowned Daoist spoke with increasing fluency: "Furthermore, regarding that Supreme Emperor, His Majesty bestowed upon Emperor Yi this title, which is an honor. He's just a rogue cultivator, without any sect or faction, so what makes him the Supreme Emperor? Isn't it all thanks to His Majesty's grace?"

"So both of these things are owed to His Majesty by Emperor Yi, not owed to him by His Majesty."

After hearing this, Dong Wanggong finally showed a smile.

That's a very comforting thing to say.

"Then, in your opinion, what should I do?"

"Of course His Majesty should personally make a trip to the Sun Star," the Star-Crowned Taoist said, changing the subject.

"Going in person shows His Majesty's importance. But once there, he cannot speak first; he must let the Emperor speak first. He will plead with His Majesty..."

He then "reluctantly" agreed.

"In this way, outsiders will only say that His Majesty is courteous to scholars and virtuous men, and will not say that His Majesty is begging others."

Dongwanggong nodded, thinking it was a good idea.

But I also felt like something was missing.

He thought for a moment, then suddenly said, "No."

The Star-Crowned Taoist was taken aback: "Your Majesty?"

"I am going to the Sun Star in person, so the ceremony must be grand." The Eastern King stood up, put his hands behind his back, and looked at the sea of ​​clouds outside the palace.

"I am the head of all male immortals, the ruler of the Celestial Court, and the first person in the primordial world to patrol on behalf of Heaven. If I were to visit the dojo of a rogue cultivator with a small entourage, wouldn't I become a laughingstock?"

The Star-Crowned Taoist nodded hurriedly: "Your Majesty is wise! What kind of spectacle does Your Majesty desire?"

The Eastern King turned around, his eyes gleaming.

"dragon."

The Star-Crowned Taoist was taken aback: "A dragon?"

The Eastern King Duke waved his hand. "Yes, nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine true dragons will lead the way, and ninety-nine phoenixes will clear the path. Golden light will radiate in myriad rays, and auspicious energy will abound. Wherever they pass, all spirits will bow their heads."

He grew increasingly excited as he spoke, his voice echoing throughout the hall: "Only this is worthy of me—the head of all male immortals in the primordial world, the spokesperson for the Heavenly Dao, the one and only Eastern King Duke throughout history!"

The Star-Crowned Taoist opened his mouth, then closed it again.

He cautiously reminded them, "Your Majesty, those—the Dragon Clan and the Phoenix Clan have remained hidden ever since the Great Calamity of the Dragon-Han Era. The Celestial Court has repeatedly offered them amnesty, but they have refused to come. What came were only ten hybrid dragons, not worthy of being escorted by the Dragon Chariot."

"Moreover, dragons are all arrogant beings. How can you expect them to chase away 'arrogance'?" Dong Wanggong sneered.

"What is there for a defeated army to be proud of?"

The Star-Crowned Taoist swallowed hard.

He actually had another hidden motive that he didn't mention.

He is the Star-Crowned Daoist, the head of the Star Officials in the Heavenly Court. If the Dragon Clan were to come to the Heavenly Court, given their background and strength, they would surely occupy high positions. At that time, his position would be unstable.

Moreover, the dragon race also carries the calamity energy of heaven and earth.

Although the Great Calamity of the Dragon and Han Dynasties has ended, the karmic ties between the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin clans have not yet been completely resolved. Anyone who gets involved will suffer misfortune.

Xingguan Daoist didn't want to suffer the same fate.

"Your Majesty," he said, carefully choosing his words.

"After all, the dragon race still carries the aura of heaven and earth calamity. What about the aura of heaven and earth calamity?" Dong Wanggong frowned.

"I am the representative of Heaven, and I patrol on behalf of Heaven. The Dragon Clan comes to the Heavenly Court to serve Heaven, and the calamity will naturally dissipate. This is helping them, not harming them."

The Star-Crowned Taoist continued, "But the Dragon Clan is, after all, one of the three ancient clans. They have high standards and might not be willing to 'not be willing'." The Eastern King's face darkened.

"Then go and catch it."

The Star-Crowned Taoist was startled: "Your Majesty, you mustn't! Although the Dragon Clan has declined, behind his back..." He swallowed his words halfway through.

The Eastern King stared at him: "What's behind you?"

The Star-Crowned Daoist hesitated for a moment, but still said, "I have heard that the Dragon Clan has someone behind them."

The Eastern King disagreed.

"Who is it? The Ancestral Dragon is dead, who else can support the Dragon Clan?"

"It's Emperor One."

The smile on Dongwanggong's face froze.