Primordial Era: I've become a cheat code by taking Yang Jian as my disciple?

Ao Tingxin failed to bring reinforcements.

This result was within Zhong Lingyun's expectations.

What is the East Sea Dragon Palace in the grand scheme of the primordial world?

Ao Guang, that old dragon, is shrewd and calculating; he wouldn't tie the Dragon Palace to the demon race's war chariot just because of his daughter's words.

Yang Jian didn't ask.

He only glanced at the eastern horizon during a break from tending to the wounded soldiers.

Just one glance.

Yang Chan saw it, but didn't say anything.

She applied a thick layer of the bone-setting powder to the tiger demon's severed arm, muttering, "Don't move, don't move," while secretly glancing at her brother twice.

The meaning in that look was clear—aren't you upset that your sister-in-law didn't bring reinforcements?

Yang Jian pretended not to see it.

……

The dragons didn't come, but something else did.

three days later.

On the northern horizon of the Ten Thousand Mountains, a dark cloud surged up from below the horizon.

It's not a real cloud—it's a sky-covering demonic cloud formed by the convergence of countless demonic energies.

Bai Ze was the first to notice that aura.

He stood up from the pile of rubble, his hunched back suddenly straightening by half an inch.

"This aura—"

Bai Ze's voice was stuck in his throat.

At the very forefront of the demonic cloud, a colossal Kun, so large it blotted out half the northern sky, burst forth from the heavens.

The Kun's body is a deep blue, its scales reflecting a cold light. With each flap of its wings, the air currents within a hundred miles are stirred into vortexes—the Demon Master Kunpeng.

On the giant Kun, a young man with a vermilion mole on his forehead stood with his hands behind his back, his Daoist robe billowing in the wind, his face as cold and hard as iron—Lu Ya Daojun.

Behind Kunpeng and Lu Ya, demonic energy spread out like a tide—one after another, great demons revealed their true forms from the demonic clouds.

At the very front are two strange beasts, one with a bird's body and deer antlers, covered in flowers, with shoulders three zhang wide. Every time it takes a step, grass will sprout from the ground—an ancient divine beast, a descendant of the Kunlun Guardians, mid-stage Quasi-Saint, Yingzhao!

Another colossal creature with a tiger's body, a human face, nine tails, and one eye exuded an oppressive aura that made even low-level demons weak in the knees just by standing there—an ancient divine beast, also at the mid-stage of Quasi-Saint, Lu Wu!

Behind the two mid-stage Quasi-Saints, thirteen different colored demonic lights shone simultaneously—thirteen Great Demons at the level of Grand Luo Golden Immortals, lined up neatly, exuding a murderous aura.

Further on, more than 16,000 demons densely packed together, covering the entire northern mountain ridge.

The entire demon race from the North Sea has arrived!

Bai Ze's beast bone ring made a slight clinking sound on his wrist—his hand was trembling.

It's not fear.

He glanced back at the wounded and defeated soldiers in the Ten Thousand Mountains, then looked back at the overwhelming demonic tide to the north.

Tens of thousands of years.

Since the Lich Wars, the demon race has split into two, with the north and south each ruling their own territory and no longer under each other's control.

Bai Ze of the Ten Thousand Mountains perseveres, upholding Taiyi's last will, while Kunpeng of the North Sea, carrying Dijun's bloodline, starts anew.

Neither group would yield to the other, and neither would pay any attention to the other.

Bai Ze disapproved of Kunpeng's selfishness, while Kunpeng disliked Bai Ze's pedantry.

The two sides occasionally exchange messages, but it's all done over thousands of miles, with cold, impersonal exchanges of reassurances, the tone more polite than that of strangers.

And at this moment—

The giant Kun landed.

Kunpeng withdrew its true form and transformed into a tall, middle-aged man with a hooked nose, thin lips, and vertical pupils that carried the chill unique to the North Sea Ice Plains.

He glanced at the devastation of the Ten Thousand Mountains—the outer mountain ranges razed to the ground, the scorched earth, and the rocks covered with dried demon blood—his face remained expressionless.

"Bai Ze".

"Kunpeng".

The two ancient demons, who had lived for countless millennia, exchanged a glance, but neither of them said anything.

Kunpeng's gaze passed over Bai Ze and landed on the small, palm-sized bronze bell in the center of the ruins.

Chaos Bell.

Those vertical pupils finally changed.

It was neither respect nor fanaticism.

It's something deeper—like the expression on a gambler's face when they see their last card.

put all one's eggs in one basket.

He knelt down.

The number of people Kunpeng has knelt before in his entire life can be counted on one hand.

Di Jun is one, and Tai Yi is another.

There's an extra clock today.

"The 16,372 members of the North Sea Demon Clan are at your command."

Behind him, Lu Ya stood with his arms crossed, not kneeling.

Di Jun's son, with the same arrogance in his bones as his father.

But he spoke up.

"Senior Kunpeng said he was coming, and I couldn't stop him."

Lu Ya's tone was as indifferent as if he were saying the weather was nice today. "However, my own attitude is this: as long as the Chaos Bell exists, the demon race will still have its flag. As long as the flag exists, I, Lu Ya, will follow."

It's not kneeling, it's following.

A single word can make all the difference in meaning.

Zhong Lingyun didn't take it to heart.

As long as it works, that's fine. Whether or not to kneel, Taiyi never forced anyone to do that when he was around.

Get up.

Kunpeng stood up and patted off non-existent dirt from his knees—a gesture somewhat similar to Bai Ze's, a common trait among old demons who have lived long enough.

"The Ten Thousand Mountains have been ravaged like this, where will they be stationed now?"

"Right here."

Zhong Lingyun answered.

Kunpeng frowned.

"This scorched earth?"

"Scorched earth can grow grass, and grass can house demons. Isn't it the same everywhere?"

Kunpeng pursed his thin lips.

He wasn't distressed about the environment; he was calculating in his mind—the outer perimeter of the Ten Thousand Mountains had been leveled by a third by the Chan Sect, greatly reducing the defensive depth.

He abandoned the territory he had cultivated in Beihai for tens of thousands of years; if he can't hold this place either...

He abandoned the territory he had cultivated in Beihai for tens of thousands of years; if he can't hold this place either...

"You're thinking about a way out," Zhong Lingyun said.

Kunpeng's vertical pupils narrowed slightly.

"Stop thinking about it. From today onwards, the demon race has no way out."

"In the great calamity of the Investiture of the Gods, we either win the last divine position or die on the Investiture of the Gods list."

Kunpeng stared at the small bell for three breaths.

"OK."

In short, it was decisive and efficient.

Lu Ya's lips twitched—it was unclear whether he wanted to laugh or curse.

Yingzhao and Lu Wu exchanged a glance.

The two ancient divine beasts had followed Kunpeng in the North Sea for hundreds of thousands of years, and this was the first time they had ever seen this demon master rendered speechless by a single sentence.

"Grandpa Bai Ze!"

Yang Chan emerged from the pile of wounded soldiers, her hands still covered in medicine dregs, and shouted to Bai Ze, "Have any of these new powerful demons been injured? I'm running low on medicine, so if you're injured, get in line quickly—"

Her voice stopped abruptly the moment she saw the Kunpeng.

I wasn't scared.

She smelled an extremely strong demonic aura—the aura emanating from the Kunpeng was so intense that the Ningyuan Flame in her nostrils spontaneously twitched as a warning.

"And this is...?"

"Demon Master Kunpeng".

Bai Ze gave a brief introduction.

Yang Chan blinked, wiped her hands on the hem of her clothes, and gave Kunpeng a smile that smelled of medicine residue.

"Greetings, Senior Kunpeng! Do you have any old injuries?"

Kunpeng looked down at the human girl, whose face was covered in dust and who only reached his chest, his face expressionless.

"Who are you talking to?"

"With you!"

"You, a mere human girl, are asking a demon master 'Do you have any old wounds?' on demon territory?"

Yang Chan's smile remained unchanged, but her tone hardened.

"I am Master Zhong's disciple, and this is my territory. If you are injured, I will heal you; if you are not injured, I will heal others. Why don't you ask what's wrong?"