Primordial Era: The Sun Emperor

At the moment of friction between the liches, deep within the sun, in the place where the Great Japanese Origin resides.

A golden-white light pulsed slowly, beating like the heart of an innate Dao body.

Within the light, a true spirit was slowly being conceived.

That was the true spirit of Di Jun. When Pangu was reborn, he used his great supernatural powers to re-nurture this true spirit.

Although Di Jun lost his original power over the Great Sun, he retained the roots of the Three-Legged Golden Crow.

On this day, light suddenly burst forth.

A three-legged golden crow emerged from the source of the Great Japan, its golden feathers burning like flames, its three legs treading in the air, its eyes like torches.

Although his aura was not as powerful and domineering as Taiyi's, it still exuded the aura of an early-stage Great Luo Golden Immortal.

Di Jun has been reborn.

No, it wasn't a rebirth, since he never truly died, because he never truly developed sentience in the first place.

Pangu only gave him a chance to start over. He did not have the authority of the sun, and he did not even know that he had conceived once.

All he knew was that he was a three-legged golden crow, born deep within the Sun Star, and had some mysterious connection with this great sun.

Di Jun opened his eyes and looked around curiously.

Golden flames, blazing light—this was his world.

He spread his wings and soared high, flying among the sun stars, feeling the warmth of the sun's true fire, his heart filled with joy.

However, he soon realized something was wrong.

There is another entity within this sun star.

The aura of that being was ten thousand times stronger than his, as dazzling as the sun and impossible to look directly at.

A sense of instinctive vigilance welled up in Di Jun's heart, and he cautiously flew in that direction.

Under the hibiscus tree, Taiyi sat cross-legged.

He had already sensed the birth of Di Jun; the true spirit of Pangu had finally taken root and sprouted in the Sun Star.

Di Jun is back. No, he is a completely new Di Jun, without memories of his past life, without hatred, and without any burdens.

Di Jun landed under the Fusang tree, watching Taiyi warily, yet sensing a close connection within Taiyi's body, a connection that shared the same origin as his own.

"Who are you?" he asked, his voice still childish.

Taiyi opened his eyes, his golden pupils staring directly at Dijun.

He did not conceal his aura; the pressure of the Sun Avenue surged forth like a tide, yet it was not oppressive, but rather gentle and inclusive.

Di Jun looked at the pair of golden eyes that were exactly the same as his own, at the golden hair that burned with the holy flames of the sun, at the figure that was shrouded in the radiance of the great sun, and especially at the aura of the Great Dao, which he had sensed during his gestation.

A sudden surge of warmth welled up within him, and he blurted out, "Father?"

Taiyi was stunned.

A complex emotion flashed in his golden eyes. He shook his head, his tone calm yet firm: "I am not your father. You and I both come from the same source in Japan; we are brothers born of the same flesh. If you wish, you may call me elder brother."

Di Jun blinked, then nodded as if he understood: "Big brother."

Looking at this immature true spirit, Taiyi felt a mix of emotions.

Di Jun, in his previous life, represented the Demon Emperor, the Heavenly Emperor, the Lord of the Sun, and was an existence on par with Taiyi.

In this life, he is merely his newly recognized second brother, a three-legged golden crow who has just gained sentience and knows nothing about the world.

Taiyi stood up, walked to Dijun, and gently tapped the top of his head.

A warm spiritual energy surged into Di Jun's body, helping him stabilize his early stage of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm.

"You still need to grow," Taiyi said. "I will protect you until you are capable of facing the primordial chaos alone."

Di Jun looked up at Tai Yi, his eyes filled with trust and reliance.

Taiyi pondered for a moment, then took out two treasures: the Hetu and the Luoshu.

These two top-grade innate spiritual treasures were his lifelong treasures, helping him to deduce formations and comprehend the secrets of heaven, and making great contributions.

Well, they were essentially Di Jun's innate treasures, and now he's simply returning them.

For true masters of supernatural powers, external treasures can offer less and less help, unless they are treasures of the same level.

For Taiyi nowadays, apart from the Chaos Bell, all other treasures are somewhat lacking, even top-grade innate spiritual treasures.

Taiyi raised his hand and erased the true spirit imprint he had left on the Hetu Luoshu.

The two magical treasures trembled slightly, as if expressing their reluctance to part, but quickly returned to calm.

He handed the Hetu and Luoshu to Dijun: "Refine them. With these two treasures protecting you, no one under the Primordial Chaos can harm you."

Di Jun accepted the Hetu and Luoshu, feeling the immense power contained within the two spiritual treasures, as well as an innate affinity, his eyes filled with joy: "Thank you, elder brother!"

Taiyi nodded, his expression turning serious: "From today onwards, you will be in seclusion in the Great Sun Star for cultivation. You are not allowed to step out of the Sun Star until you reach the Great Luo Golden Immortal Perfection."

"Once you reach perfection, come to the Heavenly Court to find me, and I will teach you the method to enter the Primordial Dao."

Di Jun nodded solemnly: "Di Jun will obey his elder brother's command."

Taiyi left the Sun Star and returned to the Heavenly Court.

He began to seclude himself in seclusion, attempting to comprehend the method to enter the realm of the Primordial Golden Immortal.

As long as he can take that half step, he will be invincible in the primordial world. At that time, neither the Witch Clan nor the Celestial Court will be anything but clay chickens and earthen dogs.

For this goal, Taiyi temporarily put aside his plan to instigate a war between the Lich King and the Lich King.

However, it backfired.

The Eastern King Duke did not want to give Taiyi time to go into seclusion.

The Eastern Sea, the Immortal Palace of Penglai.

The Eastern King Duke sat high on the imperial throne, his expression shifting between light and shadow.

The new generation of demons are making rampant provocations along the border, while the witch clan is retreating again and again, even giving up a large area of ​​land on the coast of the East Sea.

In Dongwanggong's view, this was a sign that the witch clan feared the demon clan.

After all, the demon race now has many quasi-saints, and they are not afraid of the witch race in terms of top combat power.

"The Witch Clan is nothing special," the Eastern King Duke sneered.

The Queen Mother of the West said softly, "Immortal Emperor, the Wu Clan's retreat is not necessarily out of fear. If the Wu Clan were to truly launch an attack, the Celestial Court might not be able to withstand it."

In her view, although the Wu tribe was enjoying a rare period of peace, they had after all comprehended the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation, and the resurrection of Pangu in the past had terrified everyone.

Now, their unusual concessions make her suspicious that there might be a trap.

Dongwanggong waved his hand: "Your Majesty is overthinking it. The demon race is now powerful, with all ten demon generals having reached the quasi-saint realm. With the demon emperor Fuxi, the demon master Kunpeng, you and I, plus the hundreds of millions of demon troops, what do we have to fear from the witch race?"

He paused, a glint of ambition flashing in his eyes: "I will not only defend the shores of the East Sea, but also unify the entire primordial land!"

In his view, how could those brainless bastards of the Witch Clan possibly have any schemes? They must be afraid of the Demon Clan.

As for the Twelve Capital Gods and Demons Formation, it must have been an accident. Otherwise, given the nature of the Wu Clan, with such a formation, they would have summoned Pangu's true form long ago and shattered the Celestial Court into pieces. Why would they keep backing down? Now they have even given up the coast of the East Sea!

Those must be disposable items; the Twelve Ancestral Witches might even still be recovering from their injuries!

The Queen Mother of the West frowned: "Where is the Heavenly Court? Taiyi will not stand idly by."

The Eastern King sneered, "The Heavenly Court? I also have ways to keep him too busy to attend to the Celestial Court."

A sinister glint flashed in his eyes: "The best way is to let the Heavenly Court and the Divine Court fight each other first. When two tigers fight, one will surely be injured. The Celestial Court can then reap the benefits. Wouldn't that be wonderful?"