Primordial Era: I, the auspicious beast Pixiu, am the darling of the Great Dao.

Inside the Chaos Immortal Island.

Tianlu watched the two golden crows disappear into the horizon and sighed helplessly.

"Ugh!"

"I'm just fulfilling my duty as the controller of destiny, doing my part to maintain the balance of this primordial world, and incidentally collecting a small fee for my hard work."

"Golden Crow, you just don't understand the difficulties Pixiu faces!"

If Di Jun and Tai Yi were to hear Tian Lu's confession, they would surely be so angry that they would spit out a mouthful of their original Golden Crow blood on the spot.

You're just a Pixiu, what's so difficult about that?!

With the absolute protection of the laws of Heaven, the supreme status of being the darling of the Great Dao, and the control over the world's fortune, even the Dao Ancestor Hongjun would have to give way to you, and you can extort others at will.

What's so difficult about it?!

Those Golden Crows who have devoted themselves to the survival of their race and to the struggle for the throne of heaven and earth are truly the ones who have it tough!

the other side.

In the center of the primordial continent, at the foot of Mount Buzhou.

Inside the Pangu Hall.

Houtu, the Ancestral Witch, wore a pale yellow palace dress, surrounded by the profound and pure laws of earth.

At this moment, she was putting several top-grade innate spiritual treasures that exuded profound Daoist charm, as well as a top-grade innate spiritual root that flowed with the vitality of creation into her possession.

This was originally a gift she had prepared, intending to give to Tianlu when she traveled to the Chaos Immortal Island in the East Sea.

However, just as she was about to turn and leave the Pangu Palace, she was called back by the Ancestral Witches to discuss matters.

The Time Ancestral Witch Zhu Jiuyin glanced at the treasure in Houtu's hand and shook his head slightly.

"Little sister, the things you brought aren't good enough."

"That Pixiu is the second-generation son of the Great Dao, possessing only a few top-grade innate spiritual treasures and a top-grade innate spiritual root."

"What might be priceless in the eyes of other deities, is it worthy of his status as the Son of the Great Dao in the eyes of that Pixiu?"

Houtu frowned slightly. Although the Wu tribe occupied the vast land and possessed numerous treasures,

But the things that can truly move someone of Tianlu's caliber are indeed few and far between.

Beside him, Dijiang remained silent for a moment, then slowly turned his gaze to the deepest part of the main hall.

There, lies a vast and boundless pool of blood.

Within the blood pool, the crimson essence blood of Pangu churned like magma, and at the very center of the blood pool, an enormous heart was slowly beating with a strange rhythm.

"I pray for the Father God's blessing."

Dijiang's voice was deep, making his meaning clear to the ancestral gods.

Immediately, the twelve Ancestral Witches walked to the edge of the blood pool, knelt on one knee, and began to pray.

As the twelve ancestral witches spoke and prayed, Pangu's heart seemed to respond, and its beat suddenly quickened.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

Each pulsation caused the entire Buzhou Mountain to resonate slightly.

In an instant, the power of the blood pool converged, and endless blood evil and the energy of creation intertwined wildly.

Under the astonished gaze of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, countless Dao runes appeared on the surface of Pangu's heart, a supreme manifestation unique to the Dao of Power.

A drop of essence blood, radiating supreme creation and the pure might of Pangu, slowly condensed from the heart.

The moment this drop of Pangu's essence blood appeared, the surrounding space was crushed by the terrifying power it emitted.

The twelve Ancestral Witches looked at the drop of Pangu's essence blood with uncontainable joy in their eyes.

If any one of them were to refine it, their physical strength would undoubtedly experience a qualitative leap.

Just as Zhu Rong couldn't resist reaching out to catch the drop of essence blood and refine it, the Time Ancestral Witch Zhu Jiuyin slowly stepped forward.

In his eyes, two vast rivers of time flowed continuously.

In a short while, Zhu Jiuyin learned a lot about the future through time, and spoke in a deep voice.

"No."

"Our witch clan faces a great calamity in the future; nine out of ten will die!"

"If we, the Ancestral Witches, were to refine this drop of Father God's blood essence, although our strength would increase greatly in the short term, our chances of survival in the future would still be slim."

Upon hearing this, all the ancestral witches looked puzzled.

Zhu Jiuyin changed the subject, his gaze fixed intently on the drop of Pangu's essence blood.

"But if we give this item to Tianlu and gain his favor, perhaps our Wu clan can survive this deadly predicament forever!"

Upon hearing this, the other ancestral witches all frowned.

A drop of the Father God's essence blood was exchanged for the Pixiu's favor.

Isn't this price too high?

However, among them, the Time Ancestor Zhu Jiuyin was the most skilled in divination and the most intelligent.

Since Zhu Jiuyin was so certain, the Ancestral Witches finally agreed to the matter.

Afterwards, Dijiang carefully sealed the drop of Pangu's essence blood and solemnly handed it to Houtu.

Houtu then took a drop of Pangu's essence blood, along with a top-grade innate spiritual treasure and a top-grade innate spiritual root, and headed to the East Sea.

Just as the Ancestral Witches were seeing Houtu off, at the very moment they left the Pangu Palace.

A sudden change has occurred!

Above the vast sky, the once calm sea of ​​clouds instantly boiled over.

Endless starlight illuminates the daytime, and the radiance of the sun shines upon the primordial wilderness.

Following that, a majestic voice, filled with imperial aura, resounded throughout the primordial world like rolling thunder.

"I am Di Jun!"

"Now, seeing the endless strife and lack of unity among all living beings in the primordial world, Taiyi and I, in accordance with the will of Heaven, have established the Demon Race, founded the Heavenly Court, and are here to protect all races!"

"I, Di Jun, am the Heavenly Emperor of the Heavenly Court!"

"Taiyi, for the Eastern Emperor!"

"Fuxi, also known as Xi Huang!"

"Bai Ze, Ji Meng, Ying Zhao, Fei Dan... are the Heavenly Court's Demon Saints!"

"The rest of the followers are demon gods!"

"Those who voluntarily enter my demon race's Heavenly Court are members of the demon race!"

"Heaven and Earth bear witness!"

Rumble!

The Twelve Ancestral Witches thought that Di Jun would fail again this time because his luck had been dispelled by Tian Lu, but they never expected that he would actually succeed in establishing his clan.

As the oath was uttered, the Heavenly Dao responded once more.

Boundless golden clouds of merit gathered above the Thirty-Three Heavens, illuminating the originally dim starry sky with dazzling brilliance.

The vast fortune of the demon race transformed into a tangible golden torrent, frantically blessing the demon race members.

All living beings in the primordial world felt it; countless unintelligent birds and beasts prostrated themselves on the ground, trembling under this oppressive force.

Under the infusion of such terrifying fortune, the auras of Di Jun, Tai Yi, and Fu Xi surged dramatically.

The three flowers above their heads swayed violently, and with the help of one of them, they directly severed two corpses, achieving the cultivation level of the mid-stage Quasi-Saint in one fell swoop.

The same was true for Bai Ze, Ji Meng, and the other ten demon saints. Under the influence of the luck, they successfully severed one of their corpses and achieved the early stage of quasi-saint.

The demon race's strength has greatly increased, and their terrifying pressure has swept across the prehistoric world.

Above the thirty-third heaven, came Di Jun's arrogant and maniacal laughter.

"Hahaha! We, the demon race, shall be the overlords of heaven and earth!"

That arrogant laughter, even across the endless void, clearly reached the ears of the twelve ancestral witches at the foot of Mount Buzhou.

Upon witnessing this scene, the ancestral witches were instantly enraged.

Dijiang's face darkened, and he turned to look at Houtu, speaking with a slightly hurried tone.

"Little sister, hurry to the East Sea!"

Dijiang urged him on, but did not get angry.

Instead, Zhu Rong roared angrily, and the Southern Bright Fire around him shot into the sky.

"How dare this mere bristling beast be so arrogant?!"

"Once our Witch Clan is established and blessed with good fortune, we will surely conquer the Demon Clan!"

Although the Twelve Ancestral Witches are now powerful enough to fight against the demon race.

However, the establishment of a clan, which involves gathering the fortune of heaven and earth, is clearly more important.

"Don't worry, brother, I'll set off now!"

"Go, make sure Tianlu is satisfied. The important matter of establishing our witch clan is entrusted to my little sister."

"I understand!"