Nuwa, Fuxi Enter the Demon Race

Within Pangu Hall on Buzhou Mountain, the sounds of discussions on the Dao continued without end.

Meanwhile, faraway Phoenix Nest Mountain presented an entirely different scene: auspicious clouds curled about the peaks, and Phoenix Trees dripped with emerald green.

Two blazing Golden Rainbows tore through the sky and descended before the Mountain Gate. They were none other than Di Jun and Taiyi.

"Di Jun (Taiyi) of the Sun Star requests an audience with Daoist Friends Nuwa and Fuxi." Di Jun's voice was gentle yet carried an authority that could not be ignored, ringing throughout Phoenix Nest Mountain.

Before long, the Mountain Gate opened, and Nuwa and Fuxi emerged side by side.

Nuwa possessed peerless grace and an ethereal bearing, as though untouched by worldly dust.

Fuxi's features were refined and elegant, his eyes unfathomably deep, as though Innate Eight Trigrams slowly revolved within them, deducing the myriad phenomena of the world.

"Daoist Friends Di Jun and Taiyi." Fuxi wore a mild smile. "Rather than cultivating in seclusion upon the Sun Star, you have honored us with your presence today. May I ask what instruction you have for us?"

Nuwa also gave a slight nod, her demeanor tranquil.

After entering Phoenix Nest Mountain, they took their respective seats as host and guests.

Di Jun did not indulge in excessive pleasantries and went straight to the point. "Daoist Friends Fuxi and Nuwa."

"My brother and I have come uninvited today because there is a matter concerning the future configuration of the Primordial Land, as well as the prospects of our Dao Paths, which we wish to discuss with you both."

Fuxi's fingers shifted slightly, as though sensing the Heavenly Secrets, but his expression remained unchanged. "Oh? What great matter could make you two Daoist Friends treat it with such gravity?"

Di Jun's gaze sharpened as he spoke directly. "Surely you have both seen it as well. Some days ago, the Wu Clan established their clan upon Buzhou Mountain, stirring boundless Merit and sending their Fortune soaring!"

Fuxi nodded. "The Wu Clan Establishment brought down Merit from Heaven; all of the Primordial Land knows of it. Pangu Descendants indeed live up to their name."

Nuwa's cool voice rang out. "Under the name of Pangu Descendants, the Wu Clan made the grand vow to protect the Primordial Land, cleanse Baleful Intent, and sort out the earth veins. This is a matter of great Merit, one that accords with Heaven's will."

Taiyi suddenly snorted. "Hmph. The Wu Clan claims to be protecting the Primordial Land, but in truth they harbor evil designs! Having obtained such Merit and Fortune, their next step will surely be to dominate the Primordial Land!"

Nuwa's delicate brows furrowed slightly as she looked at Taiyi. "The Wu Clan has vowed to cleanse Baleful Intent and sort out the earth veins. Those are tangible actions. Perhaps they are not as you believe?"

Taiyi let out a cold laugh. "Daoist Friend Nuwa is far too kindhearted. Pangu Descendants? Protecting the Primordial Land? It is merely an excuse for them to seize Fortune and strengthen themselves!"

"Once they gain momentum, where in this Primordial Land will there still be room for living beings outside the Wu Clan to stand?"

Di Jun's voice was steady, yet deeply stirring. "Taiyi's words are not alarmist. The Wu Clan was born powerful, and now they have received the blessings of Heavenly Dao Merit. How rampant is their arrogance?"

"Look again at the countless living beings of the Primordial Land—birds and beasts, grass and tree spirits, scaled waterfolk... Though they are spread throughout the four corners of the Primordial Land, they remain a heap of loose sand, each governing itself!"

"If we do not unite in time and form a force capable of contending with them, then when we face the Wu Clan's ever-tightening pressure in the future, I fear a catastrophe that drowns us all will truly descend!"

"By then, regret will come too late!"

His blazing gaze turned toward Fuxi and Nuwa. "Taiyi and I have considered this deeply. We wish to follow the Wu Clan's example, unite the myriad spirits of the Primordial Land, and establish—the Demon Race!"

"The Demon Race?" Nuwa's delicate brows knit slightly.

"Precisely—the Demon Race!" Di Jun's tone was decisive. "Follow Heaven's will, establish order, govern the myriad spirits, enlighten the ignorant, and let every living being of the Primordial Land settle into its proper place and fulfill its proper duty! This is an act that accords with Heaven and answers the people, and it is also boundless Merit!"

"The Wu Clan takes protection as its name; our Demon Race shall take order as ours!"

"The Wu Clan controls the earth; our Demon Race shall control the heavens!"

Fuxi looked at Di Jun, his gaze profound. "Daoist Friend, your ambition is vast beyond measure. But there are so many myriad spirits in the Primordial Land. Countless powerful beings dwell among them, and unruly figures are everywhere. To unite them—how could that be easy?"

"Precisely because of that, true leaders are needed!" Di Jun's eyes shone like torches as he stared directly at Fuxi and Nuwa.

Fuxi lightly moved his fingers across the Eight Trigrams diagram, not immediately stating his position.

Nuwa's delicate brows remained faintly furrowed. She seemed not particularly interested in this matter of contending for supremacy.

Nuwa's delicate brows furrowed slightly. By nature, she disliked conflict, and she instinctively resisted this struggle for supremacy that would sweep across the entire Primordial Land.

Seeing the two hesitate, Di Jun immediately laid out his bargaining chips.

"If you two Daoist Friends are willing to join our Demon Race and accomplish this grand undertaking together—"

"I, Di Jun, am willing to honor Daoist Friend Nuwa as—the Empress Wa!"

"And honor Daoist Friend Fuxi as—the Emperor Xi!"

"The positions of Empress Wa and Emperor Xi shall stand equal to the Emperor Thrones held by Taiyi and myself!"

"Together, we shall share the Demon Race's supreme Fortune and jointly wield the authority of Heaven and Earth!"

"With the four of us joining hands, gathering the Primordial Land's foremost power and Fortune, what great undertaking could possibly fail?!"

Empress Wa? Emperor Xi?

Fuxi and Nuwa exchanged a glance. These terms were exceedingly generous.

If the Demon Race could be successfully established, Di Jun and Taiyi would be Emperors, while Nuwa and Fuxi would be Sovereigns.

These were not merely exalted titles. They represented actual status and authority within the future Demon Race, second only to the two Demon Emperors, as well as the support of a tribal Fortune so immense it was beyond imagination!

This was undoubtedly enormously tempting for their paths of cultivation.

Nuwa pondered for a moment before saying in a cool voice, "Establishing the Demon Race, governing the myriad spirits... This and the Wu Clan will likely be... like water and fire, with no possibility of coexistence remaining."

"Precisely because coexistence is impossible, we must establish it!" Taiyi abruptly rose to his feet, True Sun Fire faintly flickering around him. "There can only be one protagonist of the Primordial Land!"

"The Wu Clan is powerful. If we do not unite, they will surely pick us off one by one in the future!"

Di Jun added, "The Wu Clan Establishment has already seized the initiative and gained Heavenly Dao merit, causing their Fortune to soar. If we continue to hesitate, we will truly miss this excellent opportunity, and regret will come too late."

"Establishing the Demon Race is not only for the Dao Path of the four of us, but also to find a way out for the countless living beings of the Primordial Land—to fight for a space in which they may survive, free from the Wu Clan's enslavement and oppression!"

Fuxi began deducing once more. Though the Heavenly Secrets remained chaotic, he vaguely seemed to see a broad road of Golden Light leading toward supreme honor and glory, yet accompanied by endless slaughter and tribulations.

Risks and opportunities coexisted.

Fuxi looked at Nuwa and gave a slight nod.

Receiving her Elder Brother's signal, Nuwa sighed inwardly, yet understood that the tide had already formed. They could no longer remain uninvolved.

Her cool gaze swept over Di Jun and Taiyi as she slowly spoke.

"Very well. My brother and I agree to join the Demon Race."

Di Jun and Taiyi exchanged a glance, both overjoyed!

"Empress Wa and Emperor Xi are indeed righteous and farsighted!" Di Jun rose and solemnly bowed.

"Hahaha! With the two Daoist Friends joining us, the great cause of our Demon Race can be accomplished!" Taiyi was equally high-spirited, his lofty ambition soaring to the skies.

"Since it has been decided, when shall the establishment ceremony be held? And where?" Fuxi regained his calm and began considering the practical matters.

"Daoist Friend Di Jun, establishing a race is no small matter. It requires immense Fortune and a great foundation to bear it. Though you two were born of the Sun Star and possess extraordinary origins, to unite the Demon Race, I fear..."

Di Jun and Taiyi exchanged another glance, confident smiles appearing on their faces.

Di Jun laughed heartily. "Daoist Friend Fuxi's concerns are entirely justified. Without thorough preparations and a foundation sufficient to suppress the Fortune of the Primordial Land, how would my brother and I dare speak so lightly of establishing a race?"

He paused and looked toward Taiyi, who stood proudly at his side.

"To be honest with you both."

"When my second brother and I traveled the Primordial Land in our early years, we happened upon an ancient ruin above the summit of Buzhou Mountain, within the Thirty-Third Heaven!"

"It was a boundless complex of palaces, suspended in the Nine Heavens Above, wreathed in clouds and mist, immortal aura swirling through the air—far surpassing any known Blessed Land in the Primordial Land!"

"This place is the most perfect foundation the heavens have bestowed upon our Demon Race!"

"My brother and I have already named it—the Heavenly Court."

The Heavenly Court?

Surprise appeared on both Nuwa and Fuxi's faces.

Such a blessed place had actually been found by Di Jun and Taiyi? Their Fortune was truly no trifling matter!

The last trace of hesitation they had held toward joining the Demon Race vanished at that moment.

To discover and occupy the Heavenly Court was enough to prove that Di Jun and Taiyi were people blessed with immense Fortune and great opportunities!

Following them, perhaps they truly could contend for that sliver of survival and the supreme Dao Path.

"Heavenly Court... good! What a magnificent Heavenly Court!" Fuxi praised. "Using the Heavenly Court as the foundation to establish our Demon Race, looking down upon the Primordial Land and ruling over the stars of the heavens—it is precisely the right time! Precisely what Fortune calls for!"

Nuwa also nodded slightly, a trace of brilliance flashing through her cool eyes. "In that case, we shall await good news from the two Daoist Friends."

"Good!" Di Jun declared spiritedly. "Then let us agree: a thousand years from now, atop the Heavenly Court, we shall announce it to the Primordial Land and formally establish the Demon Race!"

"Very well, as Daoist Friend says," Fuxi agreed.

Nuwa nodded her assent as well.

Within Phoenix Nest Mountain, four peak Great Powers of the Primordial Land forged an alliance capable of changing the entire landscape of the Primordial Land.

Di Jun and Taiyi took their leave, transforming into Golden Rainbows and speeding straight toward the Sun Star. They had to begin preparations for the establishment ceremony a thousand years hence.

Nuwa and Fuxi stood outside the hall, watching the direction in which the two departed, silent for a long while.

"Little Sister," Fuxi finally said, a trace of gravity in his voice, "this matter... concerns too much. The tribulations to come may be impossible to measure."

Nuwa gently shook her head. "Though the risks are great, this is also where the opportunity for us siblings lies. The great tide of the Primordial Land has already risen. Standing within it, how can we... possibly remain uninvolved?"

She looked toward Buzhou Mountain.

The Wu Clan. The Demon Race.

In the end, chaos was bound to descend upon this Primordial Land.

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