Primordial Era: The Sun Emperor

In the Sun Star, Di Jun sat cross-legged under the Fusang Tree, with the Hetu Luoshu slowly rotating above his head.

The late stage of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm is only one step away from perfection.

He has been in seclusion for thousands of years, refining the Hetu and Luoshu diagrams day after day, absorbing the true fire of the sun, and tempering his physical body and primordial spirit.

The cultivation of a Grand Luo Golden Immortal in the late stage is as solid as a mountain; only one opportunity is needed to break through to perfection.

But Dijun was already tired of it.

The sun star contains only endless flames and endless light, without change or life.

He saw the same scene every day and did the same things, and he became more and more irritable.

"My elder brother told me that I can only leave after I have reached the peak of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm..." Di Jun murmured, "But I really can't stand it anymore. Going out for some fresh air shouldn't be a problem, right? I won't go far, just wander around the Sun Star."

Once the thought arises, it can no longer be suppressed.

Di Jun stood up and walked to the Great Sun Formation set up by Taiyi.

The formation was centered on the Sun Star, drawing upon the power of the Great Japanese Source to envelop the entire Sun Star.

The formation was not complicated, but it cleverly utilized the power of the sun star, preventing Di Jun from leaving this place until he reached the peak of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm.

Di Jun frowned and tentatively activated his magic power to attack the formation.

boom--

The Great Sun Formation trembled violently, yet remained completely still.

Di Jun was unwilling to give up and charged three more times, but still could not budge it in the slightest.

He sighed, about to give up, when he suddenly noticed that a certain node in the formation had loosened slightly.

A hint of joy flashed in Di Jun's eyes. He pushed his magical power to the limit and crashed hard into that node.

After a violent roar, he broke open a tiny crack in the array's nodes.

Di Jun's aura leaked out from that crack and drifted into the primordial world.

He had no idea that this aura would unleash a catastrophe.

The Eastern Sea, the Immortal Palace of Penglai.

While Dong Wangzheng was discussing strategies with west Wangmu to deal with the Heavenly Court, he suddenly felt a jolt.

He sensed a familiar aura—the aura of the three-legged golden crow, the aura of the sun's origin, and the aura that shared the same source as his innate supreme yang energy.

"This is..." A look of shock flashed in Dongwanggong's eyes as he exclaimed, "A second Golden Crow? Taiyi has an offspring?"

His mind raced, and a plan quickly came to mind.

Taiyi secluded himself in seclusion, but his offspring had just been born and was completely ignorant of worldly affairs.

If this little golden crow can be lured away from the Sun Star and cause a great disaster in the primordial world, Taiyi will surely have to step in to clean up the mess.

At that time, the conflict between the Heavenly Court and the Witch Clan will intensify, and the Heavenly Court will be able to reap the benefits.

The Eastern King immediately transformed into a streak of purple-gold light and headed straight for the Sun Star.

Outside the Sun Star, Di Jun had just emerged from a gap in the formation and was standing in the void, curiously observing the outside world.

He had never left the Sun Star, and looking at the vast sky and the boundless earth, his heart was filled with a sense of novelty.

The Eastern King has arrived.

He concealed his late-stage Quasi-Saint aura, transforming into a gentle purple-gold radiance, and appeared before Di Jun.

He smiled and said in a kind tone, "You must be the Crown Prince of the Heavenly Emperor? I am the Eastern King, an old acquaintance of your father."

Di Jun looked at him warily: "I'm not some crown prince. My elder brother is Taiyi, the Heavenly Emperor. Who are you?"

Dongwanggong was shocked. Taiyi was not the father of this golden crow, but its elder brother?

Di Jun?

But he didn't have time to think it through and continued with a smile, "I am a good friend of your elder brother. This is your first time leaving Sun Star, so you're probably not familiar with the prehistoric world yet, are you? Would you like me to take you down there for a look?"

Di Jun hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

On the vast, untamed land, the sun blazes overhead.

Di Jun did not conceal his aura, unaware that some beings would be unable to withstand it, and he did not feel that he was particularly terrifying.

He himself was a small sun, and his true form as a three-legged golden crow radiated a scorching light.

He flew over mountains, rivers, forests, and grasslands, and wherever he went, the earth cracked, the grass and trees withered, and the rivers evaporated.

The places where the Wu tribes gathered suffered heavy casualties.

Although those Wu tribe youths were physically strong, they could not withstand the scorching heat of the Great Sun Crow.

As Di Jun flew high in the sky, the true fire of the sun poured down, instantly turning the Wu tribe into a sea of ​​fire.

The witches screamed and scattered in all directions, but they could not escape the omnipresent heat.

Not only the Wu tribe, but all the races of the primordial world suffered an undeserved calamity.

Countless living beings were charred into charcoal under the scorching heat of the sun, countless blessed lands were destroyed by the sun's true fire, and countless spiritual roots and herbs turned to ashes.

Di Jun was unaware of the terrible disaster he had caused. He was just looking around curiously, admiring the scenery of the prehistoric land, completely oblivious to the scorched earth he had left behind.

A massive karmic burden gathered above his head like dark clouds.

The three-legged golden crow was born with great fortune and had the Heavenly Court as its backing, so this karmic obstacle could not harm Di Jun's fundamental nature.

But the resentment of those who died was deeply etched into Di Jun's karma.

The Wu tribe suffered the most severe losses.

The Fire God's Court's many tribes were razed to the ground by Emperor Jun, resulting in countless deaths and injuries.

The Water God's Court was not spared either; many tribes near the inland were burned to ashes by the true fire of the sun.

The Kuafu tribe was one of them.

The Kuafu tribe is one of the great witch tribes under the Fire God's Court.

Kuafu, the tribal chief, was one of the most valiant among the great shamans.

He was several meters tall, with red hair and a red beard, holding a peach wood staff, and wearing red python boots. His brute strength was unmatched.

His tribe was situated on a plain in the east, nestled against mountains and beside water, with fertile land where the people lived in peace and prosperity.

However, all of this vanished the moment Di Jun flew by.

The sun's true fire descended from the sky, pouring down like a torrential rain over the Kuafu tribe, and the shamans screamed as they struggled in the sea of ​​fire.

Kuafu rushed out of the house, watching helplessly as his people fell one by one, his eyes filled with horror and anger.

"Golden Crow!" Kuafu roared to the sky, his voice filled with grief and indignation, "You actually slaughtered my people!"

Di Jun flew overhead and heard the roar, but did not stop.

He just glanced back curiously, then continued flying forward.

He didn't know what slaughter was, what karma was, or what he had just done.

He was just a child who had just developed sentience and knew nothing about the world.

Kuafu was enraged.

He grabbed his peachwood staff, took long strides, and chased after Di Jun.

He was incredibly fast, covering a thousand feet in a single stride. Although he couldn't catch up with the soaring golden crow, he was unwilling to give up.

"Halt!" Kuafu roared, "Stop right there!"

Di Jun glanced back at him, then sped forward.

He didn't want to fight; he just wanted to see this new and exciting world.

Kuafu chased after Kuafu for ten days and ten nights, but his strength gradually gave out.

This was ten days and ten nights in the primordial world, and they were chasing the Golden Crow at close range. Even the great shaman Kuafu was somewhat exhausted.

His steps slowed down, and he grew further and further away from Di Jun.

But he refused to give up; the blood debt of his clan had to be repaid.