"Di Jun and Tai Yi truly are extraordinary."
Fuxi sensed the immense destiny of the Demon Race, his expression complicated.
He had once been invited by Di Jun and Tai Yi, so he knew full well their ambitions and abilities.
Nuwa, meanwhile, slightly furrowed her brows. As a future Saint, she could sense even more clearly that the calamity energy between Heaven and Earth had begun to quietly grow again, becoming entangled with the newly born destiny of the Demon Race.
The two exchanged a glance and simultaneously turned their eyes toward the warm spring.
[The Demon Race has been established! Can the Witch Race be far behind?]
[But Master and my brother-in-law seem to be nominal Demon Emperors of the Demon Race too. Why weren't they brought along when the Demon Race was established?]
[Still, this is a good thing. After all, the protagonists of this calamity are the Witches and Demons. Getting involved would only bring more loss than gain.]
What Qingxuan did not know was that when Di Jun and Tai Yi established the Demon Race, they had specifically gone to invite Fuxi and Nuwa.
Having heard Qingxuan's inner thoughts, the siblings knew that the Demon Race was a huge troublemaker. Naturally, they refused to join the Demon Race, politely turning down the invitation.
"Master, Martial Uncle, congratulations on your great advancement in cultivation! It seems quite lively outside?"
Seeing Nuwa and Fuxi suddenly appear, Qingxuan greeted them with a smile.
"It's nothing more than a dispute between some factions. It has nothing to do with you."
Nuwa spoke indifferently as she walked over to Qingxuan's side. Very naturally, she reached out and ruffled his hair again.
"Have you encountered anything you don't understand in your cultivation? Your Martial Uncle and I will explain it to you."
This time, her movements were far more practiced.
Watching Nuwa's natural movements, the corner of Qingxuan's mouth twitched. Why did it feel as though Nuwa had begun treating him like a child?
He shook his head and stopped thinking about that strange notion.
Qingxuan brought up several problems he had encountered in his cultivation.
Nuwa explained them to him in detail, and afterward, she and Fuxi preached the Dao to Qingxuan for a thousand years.
While Qingxuan and Nuwa enjoyed peaceful years in the Dao Field, the Primordial World had already erupted into chaos.
The establishment of the Demon Race naturally dealt the greatest blow to Dong Wang Gong's Zizhou Prefecture.
In the past, the cultivators of Zizhou Prefecture relied on Dong Wang Gong. Wherever they went, people welcomed them with smiling faces. Whenever they encountered opportunities or treasures on the road, as long as the other party was an unaffiliated cultivator, they would simply seize them by force.
If they were in a good mood, they might spare the other party's life. If they were in a bad mood, they would kill them on the spot.
However, after the Demon Race was established, the situation of Zizhou Prefecture gradually changed.
The members of the Demon Race might not have been especially powerful individually, but the Demon Race had a huge base and a vast population.
As soon as they clashed with the Demon Race, a group of demons would immediately arrive to surround and attack them. For a time, the cultivators of Zizhou Prefecture suffered miserably, losing their former arrogance.
Dong Wang Gong sat inside Zifu Palace and slammed his palm against the table.
"Di Jun, Tai Yi, you've gone too far! I am the Head of Male Immortals personally appointed by the Dao Ancestor. It would be one thing if you refused to submit, but you actually dared to establish the Demon Race and oppose my Zizhou Prefecture!"
Beside him, a cultivator at the mid-stage of the Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm spoke up.
"Emperor Donghua, there is no need to be angry. That Demon Race is nothing more than a rabble. You are the Head of Male Immortals personally appointed by the Dao Ancestor. With Di Jun and Tai Yi acting this way, doesn't that mean they have no regard for the Dao Ancestor?"
"In my opinion, Emperor Donghua, you should write a letter and send it to the Sun Star, ordering Di Jun and Tai Yi to submit to Zizhou Prefecture. Otherwise, when the Dao Ancestor gives his second lecture at Zixiao Palace, he certainly won't let them off."
He intended to use Hongjun to pressure the Demon Race.
Dong Wang Gong nodded in satisfaction.
This man had pledged allegiance to him back in Zixiao Palace. He possessed the cultivation of a Grand Unity Golden Immortal and was deeply trusted by Dong Wang Gong.
Before long, Dong Wang Gong finished writing a letter and ordered someone to deliver it to Di Jun.
Di Jun received Dong Wang Gong's letter on the Sun Star.
He opened it and looked it over, then laughed disdainfully.
Dong Wang Gong only had this much ability. As for the Dao Ancestor's reproach, Di Jun was not worried. After all, for now, the Demon Race and Zizhou Prefecture had merely experienced minor friction. As a Saint, the Dao Ancestor naturally would not do anything to the Demon Race.
What troubled him now was something else entirely.
A subordinate had reported that beneath Buzhou Mountain lived a tribe that fed on the Demon Race and did not cultivate the Primordial Spirit, relying solely on its physical bodies.
He had sent Demon Race experts to investigate, but they had returned in defeat.
According to the report, the opponent had relied solely on physical strength to beat a Grand Unity Golden Immortal of his until his Primordial Spirit fled.
Divine abilities and spells struck the opponent as if they were merely scratching an itch.
The description from his subordinate reminded Di Jun of the twelve giants covered in baleful energy whom he had encountered in Zixiao Palace.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches.
It was said that they had been transformed from the blood essence of Great God Pangu.
The first time Di Jun saw the Twelve Ancestral Witches, he had felt an inexplicable discomfort.
That feeling was almost as though he had encountered a natural enemy.
Now that he thought about it, his instincts had indeed been correct.
At present, with the second lecture at Zixiao Palace approaching, the Demon Race could not dispatch too many experts and could only endure for the time being.
Zizhou Prefecture.
"Has the messenger returned?"
Dong Wang Gong sat in the seat of honor, holding the Dragon Head Staff as he asked in a deep voice.
"Reporting to Emperor Donghua, he has already returned."
A cultivator stepped forward to report.
"Oh? How did Di Jun respond? Is he willing to submit to my Zizhou Prefecture?"
Dong Wang Gong was filled with anticipation. If Di Jun submitted to him out of fear of the Dao Ancestor's punishment, then his Zizhou Prefecture would become the number one faction in the Primordial World. At that time, who would dare disrespect him, Emperor Donghua?
"This... Di Jun burned the letter to ashes."
The cultivator was helpless and could only report the truth.
"Di Jun, Tai Yi, you actually dare to humiliate me like this!"
Dong Wang Gong trembled with rage, heavily slamming the Dragon Head Staff in his hand against the ground.
"Pass on my order. All cultivators of Zizhou Prefecture are to immediately go to war with the Demon Race. I will make them understand the consequences of provoking my Zizhou Prefecture!"
Seeing that Dong Wang Gong had become enraged and lost all reason, none of the Zifu cultivators present dared to step forward and dissuade him.
After receiving Dong Wang Gong's order, the cultivators of Zizhou Prefecture quickly began assembling.
On the other side, Di Jun had already received the news sent by the lesser demons below and learned of Dong Wang Gong's movements.
Thus, the Demon Race also began actively preparing for battle.
The atmosphere throughout the Primordial World suddenly became tense.
The Great Powers of the Primordial World hurriedly sealed their Dao Fields to avoid bringing disaster upon themselves.
Amid this tense atmosphere, the Demon Race and Zizhou Prefecture went to war.
The cultivators of Zizhou Prefecture gathered in the boundless starry sky of the Primordial World.
The cultivators of each realm were clearly separated.
Ten thousand Heavenly Immortals, one thousand Mysterious Immortals, one hundred Golden Immortals, dozens of Grand Unity Golden Immortals, and six Grand Unity Golden Immortals.
This was already most of Zizhou Prefecture's strength.
"Di Jun, I have received the Dao Ancestor's decree to govern the Primordial World. Your Demon Race refuses to respect the Dao Ancestor's decree. Why haven't you come to surrender? Do not persist in your folly!"
With the support of his magic power, Dong Wang Gong's voice rang throughout the starry sky of the Primordial World.
"You, Dong Wang Gong, have acted against the natural order and thrown the Primordial World into chaos, causing all living beings endless suffering. Our Demon Race is acting on behalf of Heaven. Even the Dao Ancestor will not take your side."
Di Jun's calm voice came from the Sun Star.
Seeing that the two sides could not agree, they could only settle the matter through combat.
Dong Wang Gong waved the Dragon Head Staff in his hand and ordered the attack.
The cultivators of Zifu Prefecture advanced toward the Sun Star.
However, Di Jun had made preparations long ago. The warriors of the Demon Race stood ready for battle.
Before the cultivators of Zifu Prefecture could reach the Sun Star, the Demon Race had already intercepted them.
The moment the two sides made contact, a fierce slaughter erupted.
The starry sky of the Primordial World was instantly shrouded in bloodlight, while the cries of battle shook the stars.
The Heavenly Immortals of Zizhou Prefecture swarmed toward the Demon Race like locusts, only to be easily blocked by the Demon Race's elite warriors.
The Mysterious Immortals and Golden Immortals were surrounded by experts of the Demon Race, and for a time, screams rang out without end.
The Grand Unity Golden Immortals beside Dong Wang Gong wore cold expressions. They unleashed powerful divine abilities, attempting to tear open the Demon Race's defensive line.
Seeing this, Di Jun waved his hand. A group of powerful Demon Saints charged forward. The energy storm produced by their collision caused the nearby minor stars to explode one after another.
The Demon Race's strength could not be underestimated, and the cultivators of Zizhou Prefecture gradually began to struggle.
Tai Yi personally entered the battle. The form of the Three-legged Golden Crow burned with domineering Solar True Fire, while the Eastern Emperor Bell in his arms rang continuously.
Wave after wave of sound spread toward the cultivators of Zifu Prefecture.
The cultivators touched by the sound waves instantly stiffened before exploding with a boom.
Dong Wang Gong watched with eyes wide with fury. He raised the Dragon Head Staff and charged toward Tai Yi.
The moment the two exchanged blows, Dong Wang Gong sensed that something was wrong.
In terms of cultivation, both of them were at the perfected Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm.
However, Tai Yi was a Three-legged Golden Crow, naturally in control of Solar True Fire. The Solar True Fire was incomparably domineering, and every collision continuously scorched Dong Wang Gong's magic power and physical body.
In terms of magic treasures, Tai Yi possessed the Innate Supreme Treasure, the Chaos Bell. (After becoming the Eastern Emperor, Tai Yi changed its name to the Eastern Emperor Bell.)
The might of a Supreme Treasure could not be compared to that of other magic treasures. Even though the treasure in his hand was a Supreme Innate Spiritual Treasure, after several collisions, the spiritual light around the Dragon Head Staff had dimmed, clearly indicating that it had been damaged.
His cultivation offered no advantage, and his magic treasure was inferior. Dong Wang Gong's defeat was certain.
Sure enough, after another collision, Tai Yi found an opening. The suppressive force of the Eastern Emperor Bell erupted, carrying Tai Yi's magic power as it slammed heavily into Dong Wang Gong.
Dong Wang Gong spat out a mouthful of blood and retreated rapidly. He shot Tai Yi a vicious look before transforming into a streak of light and fleeing toward the lands of the Primordial World.
When the cultivators of Zifu Prefecture saw that even their Emperor Donghua had fled, their fighting spirit instantly vanished, and they began fleeing in panic.
How could the Demon Race give up such a good opportunity? They immediately increased their assault. In a short time, the cultivators of Zizhou Prefecture suffered heavy casualties and were pursued by the Demon Race all the way to the lands of the Primordial World.
After the battle, Zizhou Prefecture suffered devastating losses.
Dong Wang Gong slumped into his chair, his face ashen.
This battle had caused Zizhou Prefecture to lose face throughout the Primordial World once again. His heart was filled with unwillingness, but he also understood that it would be difficult for him to contend with the Demon Race again in the short term.
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