"Fellow Daoist Di Jun, there's no need for this. I can still walk."
Fuxi was somewhat helpless.
"Fellow Daoist, you are a great contributor. We'll still need your guidance this time. Zhou Mountain is not easy to climb."
No living being in the Prehistoric Era was unaware of Zhou Mountain. It was the spine of Great God Pangu. When Innate Divine Beings like them had first been born, they had all wanted to ascend Zhou Mountain.
Yet Zhou Mountain's pressure had been unexpectedly immense. They had never heard of anyone in the Prehistoric Era succeeding.
"Fellow Daoist Di Jun, times have changed. The pressure of Zhou Mountain has been weakening all along. It can no longer stop us."
"Fellow Daoist Fuxi, is that true?"
"Of course. Otherwise, I would not have survived this backlash."
So that was it. While conducting his deductions, Fuxi had investigated Zhou Mountain, which was why he had suffered such a severe Dao Injury.
"For such a great favor, I thank the Emperor Xi on behalf of the Demon Clan."
Di Jun turned and bowed to Fuxi.
"No, no. You overstate it, Fellow Daoist. It is all for the Demon Clan."
As the two entered the hall, everyone turned their gaze toward them.
"This is the third sovereign of our Demon Clan—the Emperor Xi!"
Di Jun took Fuxi by the hand and introduced him to the crowd.
"We pay respects to the Emperor Xi!"
All the beings present bowed to Fuxi.
"Fellow Daoist, this..."
Fuxi was somewhat at a loss. This was the first time so many beings had paid their respects to him.
"Fellow Daoist Fuxi, this is the proper etiquette. You are the Emperor Xi of our Demon Clan!"
Though Fuxi disliked such formalities, he accepted them nonetheless and turned to the crowd. "Rise!"