Extorting the Demon King, Targeting Zixiao Palace

The Golden Suan King could hardly believe his ears! He, a dignified peak Earth Immortal Demon King, was being extorted by some unknown brat?!

What a humiliation! It was an utter humiliation!

He trembled with rage, his golden demonic energy uncontrollably leaking out. He desperately wanted to pounce and fight to the death. But looking at the opponent's broken axe that sent shivers down his spine, the Sky-Gazing Roarer beside him with its fiery aura and predatory gaze, and those few seemingly insignificant yet incredibly annoying little things... he forcefully suppressed the impulse.

A wise man knows when to retreat! As long as he lived, there would always be opportunities!

"You... what exactly do you want?!" the Golden Suan King gritted his teeth, forcing the words out from between them.

Li Wuyang smiled, pointing his axe at the storage ring on the king's hand and the cracked long spear: "Simple. Leave your stuff, and you can go. Oh, and swear that you won't bother me or these Witch Clan lads again."

The Golden Suan King's face turned ashen, his heart writhing in struggle. The storage ring held his years of savings, and the golden spear was his life-bound demonic weapon! But... his life was more important.

He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his anger and humiliation. He fiercely took off the storage ring, dropped the golden spear on the ground, and then swore upon his demon soul that he would never seek revenge on Li Wuyang or the Witch Clan.

"Is that good enough now?!" the Golden Suan King roared, almost from his throat.

Li Wuyang scanned the ring with his divine sense. It indeed contained quite a few spirit stones and materials. He nodded in satisfaction: "Alright, scram. Remember your oath, or next time we meet, it won't be just about losing wealth to escape disaster."

The Golden Suan King glared venomously at Li Wuyang, as if trying to engrave him into his memory. Then, without a moment's delay, he transformed into a slightly dim golden light and fled in a sorry state, vanishing into the horizon in an instant.

"Dao Child... will it be alright... to let him go like this?" the young Witch Clan member asked worriedly. Demon Race members held grudges, and he feared he had brought great disaster upon the Dao Child.

Li Wuyang waved his hand dismissively: "It's fine. He swore an oath, so he won't dare act rashly for a while. Besides, too many fleas don't itch, and too many debts don't worry you." How many big shots had he offended already? One more Demon King wouldn't make a difference.

He picked up the golden spear and the storage ring. He examined them; the spear was of good quality, but unfortunately damaged. He'd see if he could repair it or melt it down and reforge it later. The resources in the ring would be just enough to replenish his expenditures.

"You should hurry back to your tribe. It's not safe here anymore," Li Wuyang said to the Witch Clan youths.

The youths thanked him profusely, bowed again, and quickly withdrew.

After this incident, Li Wuyang became even more convinced that the Primordial World was becoming increasingly chaotic. He had to get to Zixiao Palace as soon as possible!

He wasted no more time, fully urging Huaihuai and speeding towards the main peak of Buzhou Mountain.

The closer they got to Buzhou Mountain, the more immense the pressure from heaven and earth became, and the more violent the spiritual energy grew. The cultivators they encountered along the way also increased in number. They were of various forms, with demonic energy, immortal light, and demonic clouds mixed together, but all were heading in the same direction.

Clearly, these were all "fated individuals" going to Zixiao Palace to listen to the Dao.

Among them were no shortage of powerful beings. Heavenly Immortals and True Immortals were commonplace, and occasionally, one could feel the terrifying pressure of a Mystic Immortal flash by.

Li Wuyang's combination of "Spirit Refinement and Void Return (Earth Immortal) + exotic beast" appeared unremarkable in the crowd, even somewhat weak. This suited him perfectly; low profile was the way to go.

He blended into the surging crowd (or demonic flow, or witch flow), cautiously making his way forward.

Several days later, a mountain so majestic it defied description, supporting heaven and earth and exuding an ancient, vast aura, completely filled his vision!

Buzhou Mountain! They had arrived!

At the foot of the mountain, tens of thousands of beings had already gathered, densely packed and incredibly noisy. All of them looked up, because above the cloud-shrouded peak, where the summit was hidden from view, a simple, magnificent purple palace radiating supreme Dao Rhyme, appeared and disappeared intermittently!

Zixiao Palace!

The place where the Dao Ancestor would preach the Dao!

Li Wuyang's heart surged with excitement. He had finally arrived! The greatest dungeon in the Primordial World, here I come!

However, how to ascend the mountain became a problem. The pressure of Buzhou Mountain was too heavy, making flight extremely difficult. Moreover, there seemed to be restrictions; the higher one went, the greater the pressure. Most beings chose to climb on foot.

Just as Li Wuyang was pondering how to ascend, the bronze Compass he had obtained from a mysterious cave mansion in his embrace suddenly vibrated slightly, its needle trembling and pointing in a certain direction on Buzhou Mountain's body!

"Hmm? This Compass... could it be related to Zixiao Palace?" Li Wuyang's heart stirred.