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

The moment Emperor Yi took his first step onto Mount Buzhou, the oppressive force emanating from Pangu surged towards him like a tidal wave.

It wasn't the wind, nor the weight, but a pure sense of presence, as if the entire mountain was telling you: I am the transformation of Pangu's spine, and all who set foot on this land must bow their heads.

The emperor felt as if all the bones in his body were creaking.

"It's no longer the early primordial era, yet Pangu's pressure is still so strong..." He gritted his teeth and pushed his way up against the pressure.

"Truly worthy of being the number one demon god under the Great Dao, I feel uneasy all over. Let's go—ah!"

With each step forward, the pressure intensifies.

This is not a linear increase, but an exponential climb.

At first, he could stand up straight, but when he reached the misty area, Di Yi had to use all his magic power to fight back.

The true fire of the sun burned fiercely within his body, while the Chaos Bell hummed softly in his sea of ​​consciousness, barely helping to alleviate some of the pressure.

Looking up, the mountain road winds its way upwards, disappearing into the sea of ​​clouds higher above.

The clouds and fog there were even thicker, with faint flashes of lightning, and the top was completely out of sight.

"Nuwa and Fuxi must have been ruthless to be able to live here."

Di Yi took a breath and continued climbing.

He walked slowly, but each step was steady. Although the pressure from Pangu was terrifying, it was also like the most powerful body-forging hammer, tempering his body and will with every bit of pressure.

He could feel that his true solar fire had become more condensed under pressure, and even the operating speed of the "Primordial Creation Dao Scripture" had increased by ten percent.

It was worth the trip.

……

Down in the mountains, on the edge of the Wu tribe's territory.

Twelve figures stood side by side, gazing at the small golden dot that was struggling to move on the mountain.

The leader was a young-looking ancestral witch with a dignified face and spatial ripples appearing between his brows.

He wore a simple animal skin coat, yet it did not conceal his innate leadership qualities. He was Dijiang, the eldest of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

"This bird has incredible perseverance," Dijiang commented.

Beside him, a burly, honest-looking man scratched his head.

The burly man had hair like blue waves and deep blue eyes; he was Gonggong, the ancestral sorcerer of water.

"I really want to fight him." Gonggong stared at the golden dot on the mountain, his eyes gleaming with fighting spirit.

"I feel like I'm destined to have some kind of conflict with him, to clash with something, like we're enemies."

The other ancestral witches reacted with varying expressions upon hearing this.

The Fire Ancestral Witch Zhurong scoffed: "You want to hit anything that moves? Are you a dog?"

Gonggong glared at him: "You're the one who's like a dog!"

"Shut up, both of you," Di Jiang said calmly, and the two immediately fell silent.

Just then, a commotion suddenly arose in the distance.

There was a huge, surging mass, like hundreds or thousands of people running. Everyone turned to look and saw a group of strange creatures surging towards them from the edge of the plain.

Some had tiger heads and human bodies, some had deer antlers and snake tails, some had wings on their backs, some had scales all over their bodies... In short, none of them looked completely like humans.

Their cultivation levels are generally not high, with the strongest only about to enter the Great Luo level, but their numbers are extremely large, probably numbering in the tens of thousands.

In the primordial world, these beings who have gained intelligence but have not attained the right path should be called "demons".

However, the concept of the demon race has not yet been born, because Di Yi refused to become the demon emperor, and Di Jun and Tai Yi are gone, so naturally no one is going to give it a unified name.

Therefore, these creatures can only be called mountain spirits and wild monsters for now.

The leader was a young man in a white robe.

The young man had delicate features and a gentle demeanor. He had a pair of crystal-clear jade horns on his head and held an ancient compass in his hand.

The compass needle was spinning wildly, eventually pointing towards Mount Buzhou.

"Quick, I've figured it out!" the boy shouted as he ran, his voice clear and bright.

"The leader destined to lead us to the pinnacle of life might be right here!"

Behind him, a woman in green walked gracefully, her figure like a crane; that was Shang Yang.

Further on, there were creatures like Ji Meng and Ying Zhao.

The group of spirits rushed to the vicinity of the witch tribe before suddenly stopping.

Because they saw twelve terrifying figures standing in front of them. The overwhelming pressure of their aura made many of the little monsters' legs go weak.

Bai Ze (the white-robed youth) was also startled, but he forced himself to remain calm and stepped forward, bowing respectfully: "Esteemed Ancestral Witches, we have no intention of clashing with you; we are merely here to find someone..."

Before he could finish speaking, a giant man stepped out from behind Gonggong.

The man was hundreds of feet tall, barefoot, with two yellow snakes hanging from his ears and a peach wood staff in his hand. Needless to say, he was Kuafu.

Kuafu didn't look at Bai Ze, but stared at the group of monsters, licking his lips:

"You all look...delicious."

The spirits immediately erupted in chaos.

"He...he wants to eat us!"

"My Lord Ancestral Witch, spare my life!"

"Brother Bai Ze, help me!"

Bai Ze's face turned pale, but he still stood in front of Kuafu, forcing a smile and saying, "Although our cultivation is low, we still have backbone. If the Ancestral Witch truly intends to make things difficult for us, we... we will not sit idly by and wait to die!"

Shang Yang, Ji Meng, and others behind him stepped forward one after another. Although their hands were trembling, their eyes were still firm.

The atmosphere was tense and ready to fight.

Just then.

A long roar came from Mount Buzhou.

The roar pierced through the clouds and split the rocks, carrying the heat of the sun's true fire and an indomitable will, rolling down from the mountainside of unknown height.

Wherever the sound passed, the clouds and mist churned, and the mountain winds ceased.

All living beings, whether witches or spirits, instinctively looked up.

At a certain height on the mountainside, the golden dot that was originally only the size of a sesame seed suddenly burst into a dazzling light!

It was as if a small sun was shining on Mount Buzhou.

In the light, the faint silhouette of a three-legged divine bird could be seen spreading its wings and crying out to the sky.

The divine bird was entirely golden, with tail feathers like flames and wings that blotted out the sky. Although it was just a phantom, it exuded a pure and domineering aura of the sun.

That was the true form that Di Yi unconsciously manifested when he broke through his own limits under immense pressure.

The whistling sound lasted for a full ten breaths.

Within ten breaths, the entire foot of Mount Buzhou was silent, except for the long howl echoing through the valley.

After the whistling stopped, the golden light faded and the phantom of the divine bird disappeared.

The golden dot on the mountainside continued to move slowly and steadily upwards, as if the shocking scene just now was merely an illusion.

But everyone knows it's not an illusion.

Dijiang withdrew his gaze and looked at Gonggong: "Control your subordinates."

His voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable authority.

Gonggong scratched his head and waved to Kuafu: "Alright, don't scare these little things."

Kuafu scratched his head, chuckled, and rejoined the group.

Dijiang then looked at Bai Ze and the other spirits, his gaze sweeping over their still-shaken faces before finally settling on the compass in Bai Ze's hand.

"The leader you are looking for."

Dijiang raised his hand and pointed to the golden figure on the mountain.

"Do you see that bird on the mountain?"

Bai Ze was taken aback and subconsciously looked at the compass.

The compass needle was pointing firmly in the direction of Buzhou Mountain, without moving an inch.

"He..." Bai Ze opened his mouth.

"Whether he is the person you are looking for, I don't know," Di Jiang said calmly.

"But I know he doesn't have time for you right now. Just wait and see—see how far he can go."

After saying this, Dijiang turned around and led the other ancestral witches back to the tribe.

Before leaving, Gonggong glanced back at the mountain and muttered, "An enemy destined for me... is quite interesting."

The witch clan members dispersed.

Only Bai Ze and tens of thousands of other spirits remained, standing there blankly, gazing up at the ever-shrinking golden dot on the mountain.