Chen Song: I'll Sit and Watch, I Even Want to Lie Down and Watch; Kunpeng: No Thanks!

"By the mandate of Heaven, we establish the Demon Race Heavenly Court to rule over the heavens! We hereby bestow upon Saint Nuwa the title of 'Empress Wa,' and the great deity Fuxi the title of 'Emperor Xi,' to be honored alongside the Heavenly Emperor and share in infinite destiny!"

Upon this announcement, the Great Wilderness was shaken!

Empress Wa! Emperor Xi! These were future Saints! The Demon Race Heavenly Court could even enlist future Saints, and its influence instantly overshadowed East King Duke's Immortal Court, which was still making empty promises in the East Sea. Countless observing powers and great beings began to re-evaluate the standing of the Demon Race Heavenly Court.

Kunlun Mountain, the Dojo of the Three Pure Ones.

In front of a thatched hut, Laozi was still meditating in the void, as if the outside world's turmoil had nothing to do with him. Lord of the Beginning, holding a jade ruyi, had a subtle hint of reserve and... disdain on his brow. Sect Master Tongtian, being the most impatient, was gesturing with the Qingping Sword, muttering:

"Eldest Brother, Second Brother! Did you hear? Those two mangy birds have established some Demon Race Heavenly Court, and it's quite a spectacle! They've even roped in our junior sister Nuwa and Fellow Daoist Fuxi, bestowing upon them the titles of 'Empress Wa' and 'Emperor Xi'! Tsk tsk, those titles sound quite impressive!"

Lord of the Beginning snorted upon hearing this, his tone carrying his usual arrogance. "Hmph, creatures with fur and scales, born from wetness and eggs, banding together to create mere ostentatious titles. Junior Sister Nuwa will become a Saint in the future; associating with them lowers her status. Fellow Daoist Fuxi, too, why be so unwise."

Tongtian, however, had a different perspective. He put away the Qingping Sword and leaned closer to his two brothers. "Ah, Second Brother, you can't say it like that. Although Di Jun and Taiyi are annoying, they do have capabilities. Look at the Heavenly Court they've established, with the Ten Great Demon Sages and the 365 Demon Generals, their forces are strong and numerous. It looks much more presentable than East King Duke's makeshift setup. Perhaps they might actually achieve something?"

As he spoke, his eyes darted to Chen Song, who was lying on a rocking chair nearby, cracking roasted Five Elements melon seeds and teasing Big White with pine nuts.

"Senior Disciple Nephew!" Tongtian grabbed Chen Song and lifted him up. "Stop just playing with the dog! Come, come, you're quick-witted, tell us, what do you think of this Demon Race Heavenly Court and the addition of junior sister Nuwa and the others?"

Chen Song stumbled as he was lifted, spilling half his melon seeds. He rolled his eyes irritably, patted his daoist robe, and slowly sank back into the rocking chair, even adjusting himself to a more comfortable position before lazily opening his mouth.

"Third Martial Uncle, you're making things difficult for me. How else can I see it? I'll just sit and watch. If my master doesn't mind, I'd even prefer to lie down and watch."

He grabbed a handful of melon seeds, cracked them open with a crunch, spat out the shells, and continued.

"If you ask me, this Demon Race Heavenly Court sounds quite imposing, but frankly, it's just a large group bound by mutual interests. Di Jun and Taiyi are in charge of distributing the spoils, Junior Uncle Nuwa and Junior Uncle Fuxi are just figureheads, not contributing effort but only taking a share of the profits – a sure win-win. The Ten Great Demon Sages are upper management, the 365 Demon Generals are middle management, and the billions of lesser demons below are the laborers."

"As for whether it will achieve anything?" Chen Song chuckled.

"That depends on whether they can defeat the Witch Race, and whether they can withstand the workings of the Heavenly Dao. Anyway, we Three Pure Ones are righteous and upright. The more lively they get, the more leisurely we become, right? Watching a show requires the proper mindset for watching a show; just prepare your melon seeds and a stool."

Tongtian was stunned by this explanation. Upon careful consideration, it seemed to make sense. He stroked his chin. "It seems... that's the way it is?"

Although Lord of the Beginning felt Chen Song's words were somewhat improper, the phrase "we Three Pure Ones are righteous and upright" resonated deeply with him. He nodded slightly, as if in tacit agreement.

Laozi opened his eyes at some unknown point, glanced at Chen Song, and uttered two words: "Mischievous." He then closed his eyes again, as if everything was understood without words.

Seeing the Demon Race Heavenly Court flourishing, Di Jun and Taiyi remembered another powerful being who had heard the Dao in Purple Heaven Palace – Kunpeng.

This being, who reigned supreme in the Northern Sea, was himself a Quasi-Saint. If they could win him over, the Heavenly Court's strength would undoubtedly reach another level.

Thus, Di Jun personally set out once more, heading for the North Sea.

The North Sea was filled with howling winds and surging, muddy waves. Kunpeng's dojo was located deep within this extremely cold region.

Kunpeng sat high on the main seat, his form shrouded in shadow, with only a pair of sharp, cold eyes gleaming with a faint light. He did not summon an attendant to serve tea, and the atmosphere was tense from the very beginning.

"Fellow Daoist Kunpeng, the Northern Underworld is harsh and cold. Have you been well?" Di Jun spoke first, his voice calm, with a hint of kingly bearing.

Kunpeng's voice was hoarse, like the grinding of ice. "Why has Fellow Daoist Di Jun, who should be enjoying himself on the Sun Star, come to my desolate land? Are you also here to recruit me, like that East King Duke?"

Taiyi's brow furrowed slightly, displeased with Kunpeng's attitude, but Di Jun stopped him with a look.

Di Jun smiled faintly, unfazed. "Fellow Daoist, you jest. How can someone like East King Duke be compared to you? My brother and I have come with sincere intentions to invite you to join our grand endeavor."

He paused and continued. "The order of heaven and earth is currently in chaos, the Witch Race is barbaric, and East King Duke is merely famous in name. Our Demon Race, by the mandate of Heaven, establishes the Heavenly Court to rectify the universe, govern the stars, and regulate the脉 of the Great Wilderness. This is a glorious path, not achievable by those without great wisdom and great spiritual power."

"Fellow Daoist, you cultivate in seclusion in the North Sea, possess vast spiritual power, and are a guest of Purple Heaven Palace, deeply understanding the Great Dao. If you are willing to join our Heavenly Court, my brother and I will gladly bestow upon you the title of 'Demon Master,' a position of supreme honor, equal to ourselves, Empress Wa, and Emperor Xi, to jointly wield the authority of the Heavenly Court and share in infinite destiny!"

The position of Demon Master was undeniably high, almost on par with Di Jun and Taiyi. Di Jun's offer was filled with sincerity.

However, after hearing this, Kunpeng's face in the shadows seemed to twitch, and he let out a cold, enigmatic chuckle. "Demon Master? Heh heh... What a grand title. Unfortunately, I am accustomed to freedom and cannot bear the strict rules of the Heavenly Court. Although the North Sea is cold, it is liberating. The Heavenly Court... I will not go."

Taiyi finally couldn't help himself and said sternly, "Kunpeng! My brother extends a kind invitation, do not be ungrateful! The great trend of the Great Wilderness is already apparent; how can remaining aloof be a long-term solution? Do you still have hopes for that Hongyun..."

"Taiyi!" Di Jun stopped Taiyi, but the words "Hongyun" had already been spoken.

As expected, upon mentioning Hongyun, Kunpeng's aura instantly turned dangerous. The temperature in the Demon Master Palace plummeted, and even the void seemed to freeze. His cold eyes fixed on Taiyi, and his voice cut through the air like a chilling wind from the deepest abyss.

"Hongyun? Hmph! A glory-seeking charlatan, relying on a bit of luck, how dare he be compared to me?"

Seeing the atmosphere turn sour, Di Jun immediately softened his tone. "Fellow Daoist, please calm your anger. Taiyi is merely blunt and means no offense. It's just... that Hongyun possesses two Primordial Violet Qi, his fortune is indeed... noteworthy. We also heard about what happened to you in Zixiao Palace back then; it was truly regrettable."

His words, seemingly comforting, precisely struck the most painful nerve in Kunpeng's heart!

Kunpeng fell silent. Only his heavy breathing could be heard in the shadows, indicating his inner turmoil. The humiliation of yielding his seat in Purple Heaven Palace and the hatred of losing his Saint position were like venomous insects gnawing at his soul day and night. Hongyun was the greatest obsession and inner demon in his heart!

Di Jun observed Kunpeng's reaction, knowing the time was ripe, and said no more. He stood up. "Fellow Daoist, perhaps you should reconsider. The gates of the Heavenly Court are always open for you. As for Hongyun... hehe, the Heavenly Dao is unpredictable, and opportunities change. Who can say for sure?"

With that, Di Jun gave Taiyi a look, and the two transformed into golden light, leaving the chilling Northern Sea.

Inside the palace, only Kunpeng remained, hidden in the darkness. After a long while, he let out a roar like a wounded beast, accompanied by the piercing sound of ice cracking