As fellow members of the Demon Race, how can we bow to others? We should rule the Demon Race as kings.

Di Jun was inwardly shocked by Niu Ben's top-tier bloodline, his cold, stern face melting like ice and snow. "Young friend, I am Di Jun of the Demon Clan. I have come today especially to pay a visit to Senior Brother Taishang!"

Niu Ben had already recognized the visitor's identity. In the entire Primordial Wilderness, there were only two Three-legged Golden Crows.

In the future, ten more Little Golden Crows would appear, but according to the timeline of the Primordial Wilderness's history, the Demon Emperor and the Moon Goddess Xi He had yet to consummate the Heavenly Marriage, so naturally those ten Little Golden Crows did not yet exist.

Still, Di Jun's attitude caught Niu Ben somewhat off guard.

Legend had it that both the Demon Emperor Di Jun and Emperor Taiyi were extremely overbearing, but seeing him today, the rumors were clearly unreliable.

Niu Ben cupped his hands in return. "Master informed me earlier that an honored guest was coming and instructed me to wait here!"

Di Jun couldn't help but feel a jolt of shock. He hadn't expected Taishang to have already calculated that he would come seeking him and had specifically sent someone to await his arrival. Did that mean this matter might actually succeed?

Hope kindled in his heart, and his gaze toward Niu Ben grew even warmer. "Please, young friend, lead the way!"

"This way, please!"

Niu Ben made an inviting gesture, then led Di Jun to Taishang's Dao Field.

Taishang was already waiting there, his body radiating a dense aura of Dao Follows Nature.

"Di Jun pays respects to Senior Brother Taishang!"

As he bowed, the shock in Di Jun's heart refused to settle. Just now, he had sensed that Taishang had already severed the Three Corpses, and the aura he exuded was utterly terrifying.

To Di Jun, Taishang's presence was like the vast, unfathomable chaos sea—something he could only gaze up at in awe.

Was this the Head of the Three Pure Ones, Taishang?

Had Primordial Heavenly Lord and Tongtian also severed the Three Corpses?

The Three Pure Ones shared the same origin and birth, much like himself and his brother Emperor Taiyi. Their cultivation levels were nearly identical—both had severed two corpses. His brother even possessed the Chaos Bell, an Innate treasure, making his actual combat strength potentially surpass Di Jun's own.

As for the bond between the two brothers, it relied more heavily on the Demon Clan's fortune.

The path of severing the Three Corpses to become a Saint demanded immense fortune.

The stronger the fortune, the faster the cultivation speed.

The Three Pure Ones relied on no fortune but only on themselves—no wonder they were destined to become Saints.

They were simply three great terrors.

At this moment, his resolve to win over the Three Pure Ones grew even stronger.

Taishang had deliberately revealed his cultivation level. He had no interest in the conflicts of the Primordial Wilderness; he only sought to attain the Great Dao.

That the Demon Emperor Di Jun would come to him was something he had anticipated.

Now that the Purple Mansion Immortal Court had recruited the Two Westerners, once those two became Saints, they would surely retaliate against the Demon Heavenly Court. Without a powerful backer and without a Saint born from the Demon Heavenly Court itself, they would inevitably be harshly suppressed—perhaps even wiped out entirely.

The Three Pure Ones had become the greatest target for the Demon Heavenly Court's recruitment.

Taishang understood this perfectly well, but he pretended to know nothing and asked with a smile, "Di Jun, why have you come to my Kunlun Mountain?"

Di Jun saw no point in hiding it—he couldn't conceal it anyway—so he decided to cut straight to the heart of the matter and show his sincerity.

He cupped his hands in another bow and stated his purpose directly.

"Senior Brother Taishang, I have come to invite the Three Pure Ones to join my Demon Heavenly Court!"

"If the three senior brothers are willing, the Demon Heavenly Court can set aside three of the thirty-three heavens as Dao Fields for the Three Pure Ones. At the same time, you may share in the Demon Clan's fortune and hold a status equal to that of the Demon Heavenly Court's Demon Emperor!"

The terms he offered were far more sincere than those of East Prince Gong.

Sharing status meant the Three Pure Ones could stand on equal footing with the two Demon Emperors, and the Demon Clan's fortune would be shared as well.

Di Jun had truly put his all on the line.

Niu Ben, listening from behind, was inwardly stunned. No wonder he's a born sovereign—he's leagues above that unlucky East Prince Gong.

He was also curious about what choice Taishang would make.

Di Jun's heart was in his throat, his eyes full of anticipation.

He had already offered his greatest sincerity.

Even if Taishang made more excessive demands, he could consider them appropriately. Right now, the Demon Heavenly Court needed an open and legitimate backer.

At the same time, they needed a justifiable reason to act.

If Taishang joined them, it wouldn't just mean three destined Saints for the future Demon Heavenly Court—it would also send a clear message.

The Dao Ancestor had only granted East Prince Gong the title of Head of Male Immortals.

But the Three Pure Ones were the Dao Ancestor's three Personal Disciples. If they openly joined the Demon Heavenly Court, East Prince Gong would no longer hold the moral high ground, and even if the Demon Heavenly Court made a direct move, no one could say a word against it.

Taishang gave a light smile. "There's no need."

"We three brothers are accustomed to quiet cultivation and have no interest in the conflicts of the Primordial Wilderness. That is not the Dao of the Three Pure Ones. Junior Brother Di Jun, you may take your leave."

Hearing this refusal, Di Jun felt a pang of disappointment, but Taishang had made himself perfectly clear. The Dao of the Three Pure Ones did not lie in this path, so they would certainly not join East Prince Gong's Purple Mansion Immortal Court either.

That, at least, was good news within the bad.

"Ox, see our guest out!"

When Niu Ben escorted Di Jun to the entrance of Kunlun Mountain...

Di Jun pondered deeply, his gaze fixed on Niu Ben, and the more he looked, the more alarmed he became.

Judging by Taishang's attitude just now, this ox was surely a page boy by Taishang's side—worth trying to win over. Moreover, with such powerful bloodline and Origin/Foundation, even if he never became a Saint, he would at least be a Quasi-Saint.

With Taishang as his backer, anyone who dared to target him would be courting death. This ox would certainly not stumble and fall; becoming a Quasi-Saint was only a matter of time.

Besides, if Niu Ben joined, as long as he didn't deliberately explain, others would assume this was the Three Pure Ones' intention to lean in and help.

"Young friend, I see you are also of the Demon race. How about it? Any interest in joining the Demon Heavenly Court?"

"If you're willing to join, I can grant you the status of Demon God. In the Demon Heavenly Court, the Demon God ranks second only to the Demon Emperor, commanding billions of demons under your banner."

Niu Ben truly hadn't expected that Demon Emperor Di Jun, failing to recruit the Three Pure Ones, would set his sights on him instead.

Good grief, the abacus beads were practically flying into his face.

If he chose to join, it would be tantamount to dragging the Three Pure Ones into the mire as well.

Just as he was about to refuse, a system voice suddenly rang in his mind.

[Ding!]

[Congratulations, master, for triggering a God-tier Choice!]

[Choice 1: Accept Di Jun's offer and become an official in the Demon race. Reward: One Top-tier Innate Spirit Vein!]

[Choice 2: Refuse. As a king of the Demon race, how could you stoop to living under another's roof? You should instead dominate the Demon race as its king. Reward: One Spirit Treasure Forging Scroll!]

Niu Ben's lips twitched slightly at the choices the system presented.

A Top-tier Innate Spirit Vein was indeed an excellent cultivation resource, but with a system in hand, why bother toiling away at cultivation himself? That would just make him look foolish.

Besides, was he the type to lack such resources?

With a Saint's blessed land at his back, a mere spirit vein was nothing.

And even if Choice 2 offered no reward, he would still pick it without hesitation.

How brainless would he have to be to want to join the Demon race?

Think of the coming Tribulation—the War of Wu and Demon!

If he joined, would there be any good outcome?