Transmigrating into Haotian, ruling the Three Pure Ones and pacifying the primordial world.

"North...North Sea Black Tortoise!" Kunpeng's eyes widened in terror. Even though he was now a Quasi-Saint Great Divine Power, he still trembled all over when he felt this fierce aura.

He never had the courage to make a move against this person.

This is the ruler of the North Sea, a being who can cause the demise of countless lives at any moment!

Only when this person is absent can he be called the Lord of the North Sea, but even such a powerful Xuan Turtle was suppressed and killed by the person in front of him.

The Kunpeng's magical power surged, and its body emitted layers of black light, as if it wanted to transform into a Kunpeng that could travel ten thousand miles in the clouds and spread its wings to leave this place.

However, the magical power within his body remained completely still, not a single strand responding to his call. It was as if the spiritual energy he had painstakingly refined no longer belonged to him, and he was frozen in place, the surrounding space solidified, with only his eyeballs able to move.

Despair gradually appeared in Kunpeng's eyes. When?

The person in front of him hadn't made a single move, yet he was completely imprisoned, his life and death in the hands of this person!

Why is he so powerful?

"In such a hurry to leave?" Haotian smiled knowingly. "Fellow Daoist, are you not welcoming me?"

"What will happen to the million demons on Beiming Island now that you're gone?"

"You also have your subordinate clans here, right? Xuan Shui Peng, Fu Yao Qing Ming Peng, Jiu Tian Lie Feng Peng, you don't want them anymore?"

Haotian clicked his tongue in amazement. As expected of the first person in the prehistoric demon race to have a rebellious nature, it's always better to leave first!

Kunpeng's eyes kept turning, but his divine sense could not leave this place. The Demon Master Palace was enveloped by Haotian's aura, and he could not send out any messages.

After a long while, his deep blue pupils dimmed, as if he had resigned himself to his fate!

A flash of light appeared at Haotian's fingertip, and Kunpeng let out a long sigh: "What does fellow Daoist wish to do?"

Given the current situation, he has no way to escape, and Haotian doesn't seem to want to kill him?

"I submit to this humble monk!"

"Impossible!" Kunpeng replied decisively. He was the Northern Kunpeng who once sat on the futon, the teacher of the demon race who created the demon script, and now the overlord of the North Sea.

How can a dignified Quasi-Saint with great supernatural powers submit to others!

Haotian stared intently at him: "Then go die!"

His index finger instantly pointed towards him, and the Northern Underworld Palace seemed to flash with hundreds of laws. Kunpeng felt his hair stand on end, and he couldn't avoid this finger no matter what angle he tried to dodge from.

Even though he is the fastest in the primordial world, this finger will eventually land between his eyebrows and directly extinguish his primordial spirit.

In a daze, he saw the giant finger that once covered the sky in the North Sea merge with him, and he seemed to transform into the Black Tortoise of the North Sea, quietly waiting for death to come.

"Don't kill me, I surrender!" Kunpeng screamed, his voice extremely piercing. Even a Great Luo Golden Immortal would be shaken to the point of bleeding from all seven orifices and fainting.

Haotian's expression was indifferent, his fingertip resting on Kunpeng's brow. Kunpeng's face was covered in cold sweat. When he saw Haotian stop, he relaxed and fell to the ground.

"Thank you, fellow Daoist... Master, for sparing my life." Kunpeng trembled. He had truly felt the taste of death just now. Haotian's gaze made him feel insignificant, merely the weight of a finger.

Seeing Haotian remain motionless, Kunpeng's expression turned ashen. He gritted his teeth, let out a muffled groan, and shot out a beam of black light from his primordial spirit. A miniature Kun fish appeared, carrying wisps of water vapor. As it flew, it transformed into a soaring peng with outstretched wings, the laws of wind permeating the air.

Haotian reached out and weighed it in his hand. Two-tenths of the primordial spirit, not bad. The Kun fish had two wings on its back, strange yet harmonious!

He withdrew the Kunpeng's primordial spirit and pointed at it again: "I said: The restriction takes root upon landing; disobey and your soul will be scattered!"

In Kunpeng's terrified gaze, golden light instantly entered his sea of ​​consciousness, transforming into a tiny finger, carrying boundless killing intent and radiating awe-inspiring divine might.

"I know what kind of person you are. When necessary, you will definitely abandon these primordial spirits, the Kun fish and the Peng bird, two forms. Do you need me to continue?"

Kunpeng's face was filled with terror as he asked in a hoarse voice, "How did you know?"

"You surrendered your primordial spirit too readily!" Haotian sneered. "But it doesn't matter. I left behind a restriction, incorporating my strongest divine power. If you dare to betray me, this power will strike right at your origin!"

At that time, no matter what form you take, you will be instantly killed and your spirit will be extinguished.

His first move was truly murderous. Although Kunpeng was crucial to his plan, if he didn't genuinely submit and did the same thing again, he would lose a lot of his men!

Kunpeng looked utterly defeated; this time, he had truly lost!

"I'm in a hurry, but I'll use this to contact you if anything comes up in the future," Haotian said with a light laugh, weighing his two-tenths of his primordial spirit in his hand.

Footsteps sounded, and he was about to leave when he suddenly stopped: "By the way, Di Jun might come to recruit you. If you don't join the Demon Court, they will suppress you by force."

Kunpeng, with a righteous and awe-inspiring expression, said: "I have already submitted to my lord, how can I join the demon court again? I beg my lord's protection."

Haotian looked at him with a half-smile: "Your destiny has been coveted by Dijun for a long time, and besides, I don't want to expose myself so early. Once you enter the demon race, you must secretly obey my orders!"

"Yes, Your Majesty, I obey!" Kunpeng's eyes flickered.

"He wants you to join, you can set your own conditions. Don't you still have enemies?" Haotian chuckled, his words carrying a hidden meaning, like a devil's whisper.

A fierce glint flashed in Kunpeng's eyes. When he came to his senses, Haotian had already disappeared. Only the loss of 20% of his primordial spirit and the finger in his sea of ​​consciousness reminded him that everything just now was not an illusion.

Kunpeng sighed. His life was now completely in someone else's hands. But following the Dao Ancestor's most valued disciple, his safety should be guaranteed, right?

His gaze fell on the Northern Dark Ice, where the spiritual fruits had long since disappeared after the visitor left.

……

Golden light pierced through the void, and after the great war between the Lich and Demon races, the primordial world was unusually peaceful.

Many cultivators traveled across the primordial land, and new innate beings began to be born, adding much color to the primordial world.

Haotian stood in the void of the North Sea, holding a willow branch in his hand and sitting on the Twelve-Petaled Pure White Lotus. Countless mysteries of spatial laws surged into his primordial spirit. These were the insights that Yangmei left on the willow branch before he left.

At this moment, he was struggling to break through his cultivation level, which gave him the perfect opportunity to carefully cultivate the laws of space.

Twenty thousand years later, starlight suddenly shone in the North Sea, and pillars of starlight fell, directly surrounding the North Sea Island.

Haotian slowly opened his eyes, his pupils turning silver-white before slowly fading away. His figure was ethereal, like a spatial spirit wandering in the void, exceptionally close to the laws of space.

As Emperor Jun, Taiyi, and Fuxi appeared one after another, and millions of demons set up a great formation, completely surrounding Beiming Island, Haotian remained calm.

Shouts of battle rang out on Beiming Island. After an unknown amount of time, the star power dissipated, and Di Jun and the other two surrounded Kunpeng with smiling expressions, as if nothing had happened.

Kunpeng transformed into its original form, Dapeng, and carried countless demons from Beiming Island to the Heavenly Court with its wings, leaving only a few to guard the Demon Master's Palace.

Haotian breathed a sigh of relief; the matter was finally settled!

His figure slowly disappeared, completely merging into the void. A gentle breeze swept by, and he drifted directly towards the East Sea, where people were anxiously waiting!