The Head of Male Immortals, Personally Appointed by the Dao Ancestor, What is the Demon Race?

Niu Ben left the deep valley where he had been in seclusion and flew toward Kunlun Mountain.

This journey had taken some time, and the harvest was plentiful—it was time to return.

The Primordial World was vast, spanning countless billions of miles.

After nearly a year of travel, Niu Ben once again arrived at Kunlun Mountain.

Now, Kunlun Mountain was peaceful and serene. Nuwa had not yet become a Saint, the Three Pure Ones had not yet Established their religions, and humanity had not yet been born.

Niu Ben sighed inwardly:

How much longer can this peace between heaven and earth last?

He knew well that the Primordial World appeared calm and quiet on the surface, but beneath it, the aura of a great calamity had already begun to brew.

Returning to his cave dwelling, Niu Ben's aura radiated outward.

Sensing Niu Ben's presence, Bixiao, who had been in seclusion, was filled with surprise. She left her cave, rode a cloud toward him, and her voice arrived before she did.

"Senior Brother Niu Ben, you're finally back!"

The girl threw herself directly into Niu Ben's arms. Her delicate face flushed slightly as she looked up, her beautiful eyes brimming with deep longing.

"Do you know how much I've missed you while you were away?"

Niu Ben looked at the little one in his arms. The overwhelming warmth and closeness stirred a current of tenderness in his heart, and he was naturally overjoyed. He reached out and gently ruffled her jet-black hair.

Though reluctant, Bixiao pulled herself from Niu Ben's embrace, her cheeks still tinged with red.

Still, Senior Brother Niu Ben's embrace was truly safe.

Her lively eyes fixed on Niu Ben, and she asked sweetly, "How did it go? Did you take care of everything with your clan?"

Niu Ben tilted his head slightly and smiled. "Of course. Who do you think was handling it? Everything's been settled."

"Then keep telling me stories, Senior Brother. I want to hear more!" Bixiao tightly hugged Niu Ben's arm and gently shook it.

Feeling the sensation on his arm, Niu Ben's heartbeat quickened a few beats.

This little one!

Primordial Aeons Passed Uncounted, and time drifted by in a leisurely haze.

But within the Primordial World, undercurrents began to stir.

At the forefront was East Prince Gong of Purple Mansion Prefecture.

After the Dao Ancestor became a Saint and gave his first lecture at Purple Firmament Palace, he declared East Prince Gong the Head of Male Immortals.

Using this as a pretext, East Prince Gong established an Immortal Court at his Dao Field, Purple Mansion Prefecture.

Borrowing the identity of the Dao Ancestor's personally appointed Head of Male Immortals, he recruited, coaxed, or coerced countless beings into joining the Immortal Court.

In the Primordial World, his prominence was unmatched for a time.

On the other side were the demons of the Nine Heavens Above.

Emperor Taiyi and Di Jun were born rulers, emerging from the Sun Star with the bloodline of the Three-legged Golden Crow. How could they be content to bow to another?

As fellow members of the Three Thousand Guests of Purple Firmament Palace, they naturally held East Prince Gong in contempt, and the two were secretly plotting as well.

Many demons who had been coerced by East Prince Gong were already dissatisfied and directly joined the ranks of Emperor Taiyi and Di Jun.

The Immortal Court and the Demon Heavenly Court stood opposed.

At first, things were relatively harmonious—one in the Nine Heavens Above, the other in Purple Mansion Prefecture, each keeping to their own territory.

But East Prince Gong was a hapless fool, greedy for glory. Some of the coerced demons harbored resentment, and after joining the Demon Heavenly Court, they naturally came to hate the Purple Mansion Immortal Court.

Gradually, friction arose. The forces under each side refused to yield to the other.

But this friction was still within controllable limits.

Still, it wasn't far from true hostility.

Two born rulers would never tolerate someone standing against them, especially as an equal.

They were waiting for an opportunity.

Meanwhile, at the Purple Mansion Immortal Court.

East Prince Gong sat high above, gripping the Dragon Head Staff in his hand. This was also a Supreme Grade Innate Spiritual Treasure, personally bestowed by the Dao Ancestor as a symbol of the Head of Male Immortals' identity!

"The Immortal Court and the Demon Heavenly Court are destined for war. I am the Dao Ancestor's personally appointed Head of Male Immortals. What are Di Jun and Emperor Taiyi? How dare they contend with me?"

"There's no need for any preparations. Let's just charge straight into the Demon Heavenly Court and slaughter the entire demon race!"

The few below were also among the Three Thousand Guests of Purple Firmament Palace.

They exchanged glances, all filled with helplessness, and couldn't understand why the Dao Ancestor had made East Prince Gong the Head of Male Immortals.

The demons were in the Nine Heavens Above, and both Demon Emperors were at the Quasi-Saint level.

Emperor Taiyi's innate treasure, the Chaos Bell, could not be broken by anyone below a Saint.

Demon Emperor Di Jun held the River Diagram and Luo Script, excelling in strategy, but his personal strength was no less formidable. The River Diagram and Luo Script formed a world of their own, requiring at least three Quasi-Saints of equal rank to suppress him.

Furthermore, the Demon Heavenly Court still had the Ten Great Demon Sages. Though they were not among the three thousand guests of Purple Firmament Palace, their personal strength was not to be underestimated.

Under the earnest dissuasion of the few people present, East Prince Gong pondered briefly, then a confident smile suddenly appeared on his face.

He declared arrogantly:

"Pass on my orders. I will soon prepare to host a Myriad Immortals Assembly at the Immortal Court!"

"I will widely invite the Great Experts of the Primordial World. Since we are all fellow disciples of Purple Firmament Palace, they will surely grant me this face. I have two purposes for doing this."

The people below were somewhat puzzled. They could not fathom what purpose East Prince Gong could have with such a move.

They too were among the three thousand guests of Purple Firmament Palace, but they had aligned themselves with the Dynamic faction, their strength meager, barely scraping by as low-tier figures, hoping to use East Prince Gong and the Immortal Court's reputation to gain benefits for themselves.

East Prince Gong said arrogantly, "My first purpose is to show everyone the strength of the Purple Mansion Immortal Court, to display our power, and to intimidate those fence-sitters who waver back and forth."

"If they refuse to join our Immortal Court, then when the Demon Heavenly Court falls, that day will be their burial!"

The faces of those few darkened. If such words reached the ears of the neutral clans, they would surely immediately join the Demon Heavenly Court. This was practically a liability of a teammate, wasn't it?

East Prince Gong did not look at their expressions. Instead, he turned his back to them and continued, "My second purpose, of course, is to recruit those top-tier Great Experts of the Primordial World to join our Purple Mansion Immortal Court."

"Just do as I say. As long as those Great Experts of the Primordial World join our Purple Mansion Immortal Court, resources, fortune, and treasures will not be lacking."

The few people sighed inwardly.

They felt that this Immortal Court might not be worth staying in. The true Great Experts of the Primordial World were also among the three thousand guests of Purple Firmament Palace. Which of them was not fiercely proud? If they had wanted to join, they would have done so long ago. Why would they wait until now?

And which of those Great Experts was easy to provoke?

Especially the Three Pure Ones of Kunlun Mountain.

Red Flower, White Lotus Root, Green Lotus Leaf—the Three Pure Ones were originally one family.

The Three Pure Ones were all Personal Disciples of the Dao Ancestor, destined future Saints.

Before them, the Immortal Court was nothing at all.

But since East Prince Gong had spoken, they could only obey. Moreover, the task of inviting the Three Pure Ones of Kunlun Mountain fell upon one of the Quasi-Saints present.

In the Primordial World of today, a Quasi-Saint was an absolute overlord anywhere.

But at this moment, that Quasi-Saint stood outside Kunlun Mountain, his posture humble, his heart filled with helplessness.