The Demon Race Develops, The Dragon Race Responds

He left the Sun God Palace and stood beneath the Fusang Tree, gazing out at the Primordial World Continent.

Di Jun stared fixedly at the distant Witch Clan.

A flicker of flame burned in his eyes.

As he flew toward the Heavenly Court, he directly summoned a Demon Race cultivator at the Taiyi stage.

"Pass down the order: send someone to the Dragon Race and notify them—command them to join my Demon Race!"

The Taiyi Demon knelt and nodded.

"As the Heavenly Emperor commands!"

With that, he withdrew.

Only Di Jun remained, his heart now filled with a surge of satisfaction.

But in a moment, he recalled the existence of that fellow, Eastern King Duke.

Head of Male Immortals.

Appointed by the Sage.

These titles stacked together instantly made Di Jun feel uneasy.

He then rose and spoke directly.

"If I kill him, a Sage's appointee, will the Sage punish me?"

After pondering for a long while, he shook his head.

This man couldn't be touched for now—the Sage had only just conferred the title.

To strike now would be to slap the Sage's face.

"I'll let you crawl a little longer. If you don't know your place, I'll snuff out this Head of Male Immortals myself."

He turned and returned to his own Great Hall.

Watching the busy Bai Ze, he asked.

"How goes the recruitment of the Primordial immortals lately?"

Bai Ze bowed deeply, then replied.

"Your Majesty, the Great Powers who have joined our Demon Race include: Nine Infants, Ghost Chariot, Fei Lian, Shang Yang, Ying Zhao, Qin Yuan, Fei Dan, and Ji Meng."

"Adding Ci Tie, who joined earlier, our Demon Race now has ten cultivators above the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal realm."

Di Jun's heart swelled with joy. Though these had been obscure before, they were still among the Three Thousand Guests of Zixiao.

Given time, they could become Quasi-Sages of the Primordial World.

"Has anyone broken through to Quasi-Sage?"

Bai Ze nodded and immediately spoke.

"Including myself and Ci Tie, along with the eight new Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals, we are all on the verge of breaking through to Quasi-Sage. Though we remain at the peak of Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal for now, the breakthrough is not far off."

"The eight new arrivals, thanks to the fortune of the Demon Race and the Heavenly Court, have all reached the threshold of Quasi-Sage."

Di Jun was overjoyed.

The Witch Clan had their twelve Ancestor Witches, and his Demon Race now had these ten Great Powers.

Adding himself and Eastern Emperor Taiyi, they could also make up a group of twelve.

"Excellent! Once you all become Quasi-Sages, you ten shall be my Demon Race's Ten Great Demon Sages!"

Bai Ze turned and bowed in thanks.

"Your Majesty, these fellow cultivators are currently training within the Heavenly Court. Shall I summon them for an audience?"

Di Jun waved his hand dismissively.

"Cultivation is what matters. Once you've all broken through, and our Demon Race has the Ten Great Demon Sages, that will be the time to crush the Witch Clan."

He then looked at Bai Ze and added.

"Bai Ze, you are my strategist. No need to be so busy now. Go and cultivate as soon as possible, strive to cut off one of your Three Corpses, and achieve the Quasi-Sage position."

Bai Ze clasped his hands and nodded.

"Thank you, Your Majesty. I will go cultivate now. Lately, I've felt that cutting off a corpse is not far off."

Di Jun's heart brimmed with joy.

The Witch Clan did not cultivate the Primordial Spirit—they should still be at the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal realm.

They likely hadn't reached Quasi-Sage yet.

If twelve Quasi-Sages emerged, the Demon Race would stand invincible.

He had no idea that the Witch Clan possessed the Twelve Capital Celestial Evil-Slaying Formation.

If war broke out then, defeat would be certain.

A great host of the Demon Race surged toward the East Sea.

Once inside the sea, they headed straight for the Dragon Palace.

The leader reached the Dragon Palace and directly produced a golden scroll resembling an imperial edict.

"By decree of the Heavenly Emperor, the Dragon Race shall join the Demon Race. This act shall enhance the fortune of both races and aid the Heavenly Court in unifying the Primordial World!"

Instantly, the entire Dragon Palace trembled as a dragon's roar resounded.

Finally, looking at the situation before him, he couldn't help but speak.

"Our Dragon Race does not partake in the disputes of the Primordial World; we have our own duties. Matters of the Heavenly Court and the Demon Race are not for us to meddle in. Please return and inform Di Jun of this."

Upon hearing this, the Demon Race Grand Unity Immortal who had come was momentarily stunned, then roared in anger.

"Do you dare defy the Heavenly Emperor's decree?"

But as the words fell, a dragon silhouette flew out from within the Dragon Palace.

This dragon silhouette was slightly different from other dragons, bearing two wings on its body.

A dragon's might and the pressure of cultivation simultaneously bore down on the Demon Race Grand Unity Immortal.

"Our Dragon Race bears the duty of suppressing the four sea eyes and does not engage in the struggles of the Primordial World. Do you have any objections?"

The Grand Unity Immortal's face instantly turned pale. This pressure was not something a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal could produce.

It was the cultivation of a Quasi-Sage, surpassing the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal!

He had thought the Dragon Race only had the Four Seas Dragon Kings at the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal level, but he never expected a Quasi-Sage to exist here.

Looking at the distinctive two wings, he immediately understood.

This was an ancient ancestor of the Dragon Race.

The Ancient Yinglong!

He had nearly forgotten that during the Dragon-Phoenix Tribulation, though the three clan leaders had died.

The Ancestral Dragon had suppressed the sea eye, his fate unknown, but his subordinate Yinglong had not died and still lived in the world.

Now he realized that the Great War of the Three Races had not only involved Quasi-Sage clan leaders.

There were other Quasi-Sages as well.

Such pressure was not inferior to that of his own Demon Race's Heavenly Emperor.

The Grand Unity Immortal, still shaken, knelt directly on the ground.

"Please spare my life, Senior Yinglong. I will return and report immediately."

After he spoke, Yinglong said nothing, turned, and vanished.

The dragon silhouette above his head disappeared, and the pressure of cultivation and dragon might vanished without a trace.

The Grand Unity Immortal, with some panic in his heart, disappeared from the spot.

Inside the Dragon Palace, the East Sea Dragon King of the Dragon Race looked at his ancestor.

"Ancestor, why didn't you kill this man?"

Yinglong shook his head, then spoke directly.

"At present, our Dragon Race is weak. Only a few of us, including you and me, have reached the level above Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal."

"Aside from us, no one in the clan has even reached the Grand Unity Immortal realm."

"As long as I am here, I can indeed intimidate the Demon Race. But if we kill him, though it would be satisfying, it would be a direct slap in the face to that Heavenly Emperor. War would be inevitable."

"If it comes to that, our Dragon Race would be in grave danger."

The Dragon King sighed as well.

They had all survived from the Dragon-Phoenix Tribulation.

Because of that calamity, the Dragon Race bore heavy karmic burdens, making cultivation difficult to advance.

This had led to the current situation of a generational gap.

Fortunately, the Dragon Race had long lifespans; they could afford to wait.

But they never expected to encounter such a matter today.

The Demon Race had begun to set their sights on them.

"Then, Ancestor, the Demon Race will surely not let this go. What should we do?"

Yinglong could only sigh once more, then silently sighed from his throne.

"I do not know either. We can only take it one step at a time. Perhaps we should summon the Four Seas Dragon Kings to discuss this together."