The Demon Race had already been established.
Not long after leaving Longevity Mountain, Dijun and Taiyi had founded the Demon Race.
They had even proclaimed it directly to heaven and earth.
But the Heavenly Dao had not responded.
Dijun and Taiyi did not feel embarrassed. After all, they had only wanted to show their reverence for the Heavenly Dao.
They did not particularly care whether it responded.
Besides, they did not believe the Heavenly Dao would respond to such a trivial matter.
Indeed, Dijun and Taiyi were brimming with ambition, determined to build something great.
Yet they had no idea how tremendous a storm the Demon Race they had just founded would stir up in the future, or that it would become a central player in the next calamity tribulation.
At present, aside from Bai Yu and Hongjun, no one knew that the Witch and Demon Clans would take center stage in the next calamity tribulation.
Not even Yang Mei knew.
After all, Yang Mei had never read the Heavenly Dao's script.
If even Yang Mei, a primordial Daluo Golden Immortal, did not know, Dijun and Taiyi certainly would not.
They merely marveled at how smoothly their venture had gone. It was as though destiny had been on their side all along. There had been bumps in the road, but they had never truly encountered any major hurdles.
The winds of enterprise swept across the Primordial Wilderness. Dijun and Taiyi were far from the only ones establishing factions. Kunpeng, for instance, had founded Northern Darkness Palace in the Northern Darkness Sea Region, at the farthest reaches of the North Sea.
Most of the Sea Folk in the North Sea had submitted to Northern Darkness Palace.
The Northern Continent was barren to begin with, so there were few Daluo Golden Immortals