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

The thirty-three heavens rise from bottom to top, layer upon layer, each separated by hundreds of millions of feet. The pure air gradually thickens, the gale intensifies, and the Daoist charm deepens. The Southern Heavenly Gate is in the first heaven, and the Lingxiao Palace is in the thirty-third heaven.

The sea of ​​clouds is like a surging tide, the golden glow spreads across the ground, and the purple aura fills the sky; the cloud wisps condense into jade steps, and auspicious clouds gather to form bridges; in the distance, there are floating fairy islands and flowing golden springs, cranes soaring among the clouds, and apes offering fruit.

The sights at Haotian Yaochi were breathtaking, and even the Three Pure Ones were no exception. Whether it was Yujing Mountain or Kunlun Mountain, where they lived, they were both blessed lands of immortals filled with Daoist energy. The Heavenly Court could only be described in two words—noble!

As the group ascended the steps, each level revealed a new world and a new atmosphere. The innate pure energy gradually thickened, the clouds and mist transformed into vibrant colors, and the spiritual mist emitted fragrance, free from mortal dust and impurities.

The Heavenly Court boasts countless pavilions and towers, and although the innate spiritual energy liquefies into rain and falls, it possesses a unique and supreme aura.

Haotian was quite satisfied. This was indeed the Daoist temple where the Supreme Being of Heaven and Earth resided. However, for now, he had no choice but to let the demon race occupy it for the time being.

"Congratulations, Fellow Daoist Di Jun." Haotian looked over with a half-smile, but Di Jun was immersed in the joy of gaining the Heavenly Court and did not hear the deeper meaning in his tone. He simply smiled and cupped his hands, "Thank you, Fellow Daoist."

"You may go up; we will simply tour around here," Dijiang said softly, his expression unchanged as he stood on the tenth heaven.

"Oh, fellow Daoist, it's a rare opportunity for you to ascend to the Heavenly Court. Aren't you going to explore the whole place?" Taiyi asked, holding the Eastern Emperor Bell in one hand.

"You..." Zhu Rong glared, but seeing Hao Tian's face darken, she had no choice but to shut up.

"We're not going. There's nothing interesting here," Gonggong replied in a muffled voice.

Haotian nodded: "Then fellow Daoists, please stay here."

Seeing that the Twelve Ancestral Witches had stayed behind while the others continued their tour, Haotian's heart stirred. He glanced at the Three Pure Ones without leaving a trace. These three senior brothers were formed from the primordial spirit of Pangu combined with the pure energy of the Nine Heavens, while the Ancestral Witches were formed from the essence of Pangu combined with the turbid energy of the earth. The pure energy of the Heavenly Court was rich, and the higher one went, the richer the pure energy became. It would definitely cause some harm to the Ancestral Witches.

The Three Pure Ones remained unmoved, and the demon race certainly hadn't realized this either. He sneered inwardly, thinking it had nothing to do with him.

Looking at these thirty-three great worlds, Haotian and Dijun and the others only walked through them one by one, but there must be innate spiritual treasures inside. There is at least one in each world, so it seems that the demon race is going to benefit from them.

With their own thoughts, everyone arrived at the thirty-third heaven—the Lingxiao Palace. Haotian looked back and saw that the rest of the world was clearly visible from here. However, it was too high. He felt that the twenty-first heaven, Haotian Dutian, was already quite good.

"The demon race is about to experience rapid development." This thought flashed through the minds of Haotian and the other four at the same time. Not everyone in the prehistoric world has a blessed land, and each level of the Thirty-Three Heavens is no less than the former.

The demon race gathers here, closer to the celestial stars, allowing the entire race to rapidly improve.

Di Jun stood in the Lingxiao Palace, his brows furrowed with disdain. His gaze swept over the Three Pure Ones and Haotian Yaochi before quickly turning to the prehistoric world. This was the power of a demon emperor!

Now he can protect all races. After he destroys the Witch Clan, the Demon Clan will become the protagonist of the prehistoric world. At that time, he will become the Heavenly Emperor and unify the prehistoric world. That is something that even the three original races could not do.

With good fortune bestowed upon them, even attaining the status of a Grand Luo Golden Immortal is within their grasp.

Emperor Jun was filled with boundless ambition. The Three Pure Ones narrowed their eyes and could tell what he was thinking at a glance. Haotian whispered, "This guy is daydreaming."

Sanqing gave him a look that was both funny and exasperating, while Yaochi pursed her lips, trying not to laugh out loud.

"Is this the seal that controls the Heavenly Court?" Fuxi suddenly asked, his gaze fixed on the golden table in the center of the Lingxiao Palace. The golden seal did not emit a trace of spiritual energy, just like an ordinary object, without any aura of a spiritual treasure.

The Three Pure Ones also looked over, scanning with their divine senses, but found nothing unusual.

Di Jun was overjoyed. When he entered the Heavenly Court, he felt a connection with it, which enabled him to activate the formation. The seal in front of him was in the Thirty-Third Heaven, which should be the central control point of the entire Heavenly Court.

He couldn't wait to reach out and hold the seal in both hands. In an instant, golden light shone out, and a powerful aura burst forth from the seal. Haotian's eyes flickered. What was going on?

As Di Jun prepared to raise the great seal, the Emperor's Law within his body fluctuated, and the seal instantly transformed into golden light, flying out of Di Jun's hand and landing in front of Haotian, vibrating twice with a "buzzing" sound.

"What's going on?" Tongtian exclaimed in surprise. Laozi and Yuanshi also looked astonished and turned to look. Dijun's smile froze on his face, and the group of demons were completely dumbfounded.

Di Jun's face turned ashen, then gradually darkened. If it weren't for this expression, his ashamed red face would have already betrayed him. The Eastern Emperor Bell in Taiyi's hand began to ring, and the other demons stood together, their auras gradually uniting as they looked at Haotian. Several of them had flickering eyes, but without orders, they dared not make any rash moves.

Haotian's lips curled up as he carefully examined the seal before him. It was ancient and vast, cast entirely from innate divine jade, with a dark, gilded base and a body shimmering with divine light.

The seal is square and heavy, with nine ancient dragons coiled around it. The dragons' eyes are deep and majestic, and their scales are engraved with runes of the primordial order of heaven and earth. The seal face is square and deep, with the two characters "Heavenly Emperor" in seal script. The Great Dao flows through it, and each character contains the authority of the heavens and carries the ancient imperial power.

"Heavenly Emperor Seal!" Haotian narrowed his eyes slightly. The Heavenly Emperor Seal seemed to have heard his summons. It trembled slightly, and an ancient and domineering aura emerged. It carried the pressure of an ancient emperor and showed the demeanor of a heavenly emperor who ruled the world and looked down on all living beings.

"Fellow Daoist, you..." Di Jun hesitated, wondering what this meant. Their demon race's Heavenly Court had been established, yet the Heavenly Emperor Seal was now acknowledging someone else as its master.

At this moment, he was extremely grateful that the Twelve Ancestral Witches hadn't followed, otherwise they would have laughed their heads off at the sight.

Tongtian strummed the Qingping Sword with a half-smile, the clanging sound making Dijun's expression extremely unpleasant. Laozi and Yuanshi also walked behind Haotian. Now that the demon race's fortune was prosperous, they could not do anything to Dijun and Taiyi. However, their junior brother Haotian had obtained the Heavenly Emperor Seal...

Haha, just thinking about this makes me feel great! The demons who obtained the Heavenly Court can't control it. If word gets out, all the beings in the prehistoric world will laugh at us for three or four eons!

Moreover, as long as Haotian has the Heavenly Emperor Seal, he can definitely make the demon race feel like they have a fishbone stuck in their throat.

Haotian frowned slightly, but he wasn't as relaxed as the Three Pure Ones. This thing shouldn't be under his control for the time being. If he insisted on taking it, he could, but he would have to join the demon race.

He shook his head slightly inwardly, looked up at the tense Di Jun and the grim-faced Tai Yi, and chuckled softly, "It seems this item is destined for me!"

Di Jun's expression darkened, his eyes blazing with the true fire of the sun, and a large array faintly appeared around him. Hao Tian snorted coldly, and Yao Chi pointed the Soul-Splitting Spear directly at the demons.

"I can give this to you, but you'll have to think about what you'd like to offer in exchange!"