A Blink of an Eye, Ten Thousand Years; the Demon Race Unifies

The Primordial Wilderness knows no years; cultivation knows no time.

Since Wu Ming parted ways with Zhen Yuanzi at Wuzhuang Temple, ten thousand years had passed in a fleeting moment.

On the surface, these ten thousand years saw the Primordial Wilderness calm and unruffled, with all major powers quietly amassing their strength.

For the Witch Clan, however, these ten thousand years brought earth-shattering change.

The Ancestor Witches, secluded in cultivation, had relied on Father God's legacy and their own peerless talent to break through their realms one after another.

Gou Mang, Rushou, Gonggong, Zhurong, Qiangliang, Tianwu, Xizi, Shebishi, and Xuanming—all had stepped into the realm of the Golden Immortal of the Origin.

In an instant, the Witch Clan's Destiny surged.

After the Ancestor Witches' great advancement in cultivation, Zhou Ming gathered once more with his twelve younger siblings deep within Pangu Hall to jointly comprehend the supreme inheritance left by Father God Pangu.

Whether due to Zhou Ming's existence as a variable, the peerless killing formation within that inheritance—the Great Formation of the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons—revealed new variations to their understanding.

This formation could be deployed by the twelve Ancestor Witches, or it could be formed by thirteen.

If Zhou Ming were added, with thirteen joining forces to drive it, and using Pangu Hall as the heart of Pangu's True Body, the aura of Pangu's True Body would become so formidable that it made all the Ancestor Witches' hearts tremble, as if the true Father God were about to reappear in the Primordial Wilderness!

If only they could also have the Sky-Opening Axe, it would be even better.

This would be the Witch Clan's most powerful trump card.

While the Witch Clan silently gathered strength at Buzhou Mountain, the Demon Race never ceased its expansion.

The Demon Emperor Di Jun and Eastern Emperor Tai Yi, brothers both, possessed grand ambitions and extraordinary means.

After ten thousand years of diligent governance, they had finally brought all the countless Demon Race forces across the Primordial Wilderness under their command, completing the great unification of the Demon Race.

The Heavenly Court of the Demon Race flourished with Destiny, its might overshadowing the Nine Heavens.

On this day, within the Heavenly Court's Lingxiao Treasure Hall.

Di Jun sat high on the throne, his countenance majestic.

Eastern Emperor Tai Yi stood below him, his expression proud and his battle intent blazing.

On the other side stood Fuxi, his features refined and scholarly.

During these ten thousand years, Di Jun and Tai Yi had personally visited Phoenix Nest Mountain to invite Nuwa and Fuxi to return to the Heavenly Court.

Nuwa, however, politely declined, citing her seclusion to comprehend the Hongmeng Purple Qi and break through to Sagehood.

Fuxi, after deep deliberation, ultimately chose to return to the Heavenly Court and continue assisting Di Jun.

As for Kunpeng, ever since obtaining the Hongmeng Purple Qi, he had been like a startled bird, keeping to himself and rarely emerging. Di Jun and Tai Yi, busy consolidating the Demon Race, paid him no mind, and Kunpeng naturally dared not set foot in the Heavenly Court again.

At this moment, the atmosphere within the hall was somewhat heavy.

Tai Yi was the first to break the silence. He stepped forward, his voice booming with an irrepressible excitement and fighting spirit.

"Big Brother!"

"Now that our Demon Race is unified, all demons are of one heart, and our Destiny flows like a rainbow!"

"You and I, brothers, have also smoothly broken through to the mid Quasi-Saint stage. Looking across the entire Primordial Wilderness, those who can match us can be counted on one hand!"

"Add to that the billions of demon soldiers and generals in our Heavenly Court, and it can be said that the Primordial Wilderness of today is already the Demon Race's world!"

Tai Yi suddenly raised his head, his eyes burning as he stared at Di Jun.

"Big Brother, it's time for us to act! To unify the Primordial Wilderness and establish a supreme legacy—that day is today!"

The more Tai Yi spoke, the more excited he became, as if he could already see the Demon Race ruling over all, with myriad races bowing in submission.

Upon hearing this, Di Jun's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly, but he did not respond immediately.

After a moment, he spoke slowly, his voice steady yet carrying an undeniable authority.

"Second Brother, I understand your feelings."

"That the Demon Race has reached its current prosperity is due to no small part to you and me, brothers, Emperor Xi, and the countless demon comrades."

Di Jun paused, then shifted his tone.

"But now is not yet the time for complete unification of the Primordial Wilderness."

Tai Yi's excited expression froze instantly, and his brows knitted tightly.

"Big Brother, why?"

"Is the Demon Race's current strength not enough to sweep everything before it?"

A profound glint flashed in Di Jun's eyes.

"Second Brother, you underestimate the heroes of the Primordial Wilderness."

"Especially the Witch Clan."

Di Jun's tone grew somewhat grave.

"The twelve Ancestor Witches of the Witch Clan have all now stepped into the realm of the Golden Immortal of the Origin. Their strength is not to be underestimated."

"And on top of that... there is Wu Ming."

"This man—I cannot see through him at all."

"His strength is unfathomable, far beyond what an ordinary Quasi-Saint can match."

Taiyi, hearing Di Jun mention the Witch Clan, especially that mysterious Wu Ming, had his arrogance diminish slightly, but he remained unconvinced.

"Big Brother! You're far too quick to boost others' morale and dampen our own!"

"I admit Wu Ming is formidable!"

"But so what? No matter how strong he is, he's just one man!"

"With us brothers joining forces, plus the might of the River Diagram and Luo Script and the Chaos Bell, are we really afraid of him alone?"

"As for the other Twelve Ancestor Witches, even if they're all Golden Immortals of the Origin, so what? Our Demon Race has no shortage of Quasi-Saints either!"

"If war truly breaks out, mustering the full strength of our race, it's not impossible to sweep them all away in one fell swoop!"

Taiyi clearly had absolute confidence in the Demon Race's power. He wasn't unaware of the Witch Clan's threat, but he believed the Demon Race's overall strength could crush it.

"Second Brother, do not underestimate the enemy so lightly." Di Jun frowned.

Fuxi nodded at this point and interjected, "Fellow Daoist Di Jun speaks truly."

"That Wu Ming is no ordinary being. The depth of his cultivation is unknown to anyone—that is what makes him most terrifying."

"I once secretly divined this person, but all I got was chaos; the heavenly secrets remained hidden."

"An existence like this either possesses a supreme treasure to obscure fate, or his cultivation has surpassed the scope of my poor deductions."

"Either way, it proves this man is extremely dangerous."

"Moreover, the Twelve Ancestor Witches of the Witch Clan, though newly ascended to Golden Immortal of the Origin, are born masters of the laws, with bodies of unmatched toughness. Their combat power far exceeds that of ordinary cultivators at the same level."

"What's more, they are bound by the same breath; once they join forces, their might becomes incalculable."

"Our Demon Race is strong, but if we were to wage an all-out war against the Witch Clan now, even if we ultimately won, it would be a pyrrhic victory."

Fuxi let out a soft sigh.

"At that point, our Demon Race would suffer grievous losses, our elites wiped out. Even if we nominally unified the Primordial Wilderness, what meaning would it hold?"

"Furthermore, those who obtained the Hongmeng Purple Qi are all in seclusion, cultivating, ready to Attain Sainthood at any moment."

"Once a Sage emerges, the landscape of the Primordial Wilderness will be reshuffled. If we suffer a massive loss of strength from warring with the Witch Clan, wouldn't we be making a wedding dress for others?"

Di Jun nodded in agreement. "Fellow Daoist Fuxi's concerns are exactly what I, your elder brother, have been thinking."

He looked at Taiyi, who still seemed reluctant, and softened his tone.

"Second Brother, I am not afraid to fight. It's just that the time is not yet right."

"Then, in Big Brother and Fellow Daoist Fuxi's view, what should we do?" Taiyi asked in a muffled voice, still carrying some resentment.

"Are we just supposed to wait like this forever?"

Di Jun gave a slight nod. "Waiting, of course, we must wait, but we won't wait idly."

"Fellow Daoist Fuxi and I are using the River Diagram and Luo Script to fully deduce our Demon Race's guardian formation—the Great Formation of the Stars."

"Once this formation is complete, it will use three hundred and sixty-five Greater Zhou Heavenly Star Banners to correspond to the three hundred and sixty-five ancient main stars, and fourteen thousand eight hundred Lesser Zhou Heavenly Star Banners to correspond to the auxiliary stars, supplemented by billions of Demon Race members."

"Once deployed, it can draw upon the power of all the stars in the heavens, with limitless might, enough to destroy heaven and earth!"

"By then, our Demon Race will have true confidence to face any challenge."

"At that moment, with the formation unleashed, let alone a mere Witch Clan—even the lofty Sages above, our Demon Race would dare to do battle with them!"

Di Jun's tone brimmed with powerful confidence.

The River Diagram and Luo Script were his innate spiritual treasures, containing the secrets of the stars' movements. Joined by Fuxi, a great talent skilled in deduction, perfecting the Great Formation of the Stars was only a matter of time.

Hearing of the Great Formation of the Stars, the displeasure on Taiyi's face gradually faded.

He too knew the formation's power. If it could truly be set up, the Demon Race's strength would indeed rise to another level.

By then, speaking of unifying the Primordial Wilderness would carry far greater certainty.

"Big Brother, when will the Great Formation of the Stars be fully deduced?" Taiyi pressed.

Di Jun pondered. "This formation is profoundly mysterious, involving the stars of the heavens. It cannot be accomplished in a single day."

"However, Fellow Daoist Fuxi and I have already made considerable progress."

Fuxi also nodded. "Rest assured, Your Highness the Eastern Emperor. I will do my utmost to assist His Majesty in perfecting this formation as soon as possible."

Taiyi took a deep breath, suppressing the restlessness in his heart.

"Fine. In that case, I'll wait a while longer!"

"On the day the Great Formation of the Stars is completed, that will be the moment our Demon Race rules the Primordial Wilderness!"