Mysteries of the Physical Body, Fuxi Resolves Doubts

The grand spectacle of the Demon Clan's establishment and the Heavenly Dao's bestowal of immense merit were like colossal stones dropped into a tranquil lake, sending ripples that instantly spread throughout the entire Primordial World!

Meanwhile, Di Jiang, who had slipped out of Pangu Divine Hall, paid no further attention after witnessing the vast sea of merit clouds dissipate. Candle Dragon had achieved his goal; the internal struggles of the remaining Demon Clan were no longer his concern!

As he meticulously contemplated the Yin-Yang Law patterns that had recently integrated into his bloodline, feeling their seamless and natural compatibility with his Ancestral Witch physique, a thought stirred within him.

"Strange, this law is directly imprinted in my bloodline. It feels more direct than slowly comprehending it with my Primordial Spirit? Could this be the correct way to utilize the Ancestral Witch physique?"

A profound conjecture surfaced! With a thought, Di Jiang's figure appeared at the southern foot of Mount Buzhou, where he found a low-grade Innate Spiritual Root, brimming with vitality and containing pure Wood origin essence!

Di Jiang directly seized it and channeled his bloodline power, devouring the spiritual root as if it were ordinary food.

Instantly, the immense Wood essence was crushed, decomposed, and absorbed by his ferocious bloodline power. The portion of his bloodline patterns representing the Wood law visibly strengthened, becoming slightly clearer!

"It's just as I suspected! The Ancestral Witch physique is the very embodiment of the Great Dao's laws! By devouring items containing the origin of corresponding laws, one can directly strengthen their own laws! No wonder the legends from my past life spoke of Ancestral Witches without Primordial Spirits cultivating a single law to its extreme – they were taking this 'eat what you need' wild path!"

This realization, akin to discovering a new continent, deepened Di Jiang's understanding of the Ancestral Witch physique's mysteries. It was indeed a shortcut to increasing one's strength.

"However, this kind of predatory cultivation ultimately harms the natural order and goes against my original intention to protect this world. It's acceptable for emergencies, but not as a primary cultivation method. After all, I have a Primordial Spirit; I'm a civilized person who reasons things out."

Di Jiang shook his head, casting the temptation aside. He decided to focus on comprehending the Great Dao, reserving this devouring method as a last resort in critical moments.

Lost in thought, Di Jiang's figure vanished once more, heading outside Mount Buzhou. He had no intention of returning to Pangu Divine Hall until those Spiritual Treasures were formally formed!

East Sea, Penglai Immortal Island! East Prince Gong, who was busily preparing for the Celestial Court's affairs, felt the immense fortune and merit fluctuations emanating from the direction of the East Sea. His expression instantly turned as dark as if water could drip from it.

"The Demon Clan, Candle Dragon!"

He clenched the Dragon-Head Golden Staff in his hand, his knuckles whitening with force, a surge of intense humiliation and indignation welling up within him.

His Celestial Court hadn't even been officially announced, and Candle Dragon had already taken the lead, establishing the Demon Clan, gathering the fortune of myriad races, and even receiving recognition from the Heavenly Dao, which bestowed immeasurable merit!

It was as if he were declaring to the entire Primordial World: Look, this is the true orthodox lineage that governs all spirits. Your title as the leader of male immortals is nothing but a joke!

"First Queen Mother of the West refused my advances, and now Candle Dragon has gone too far!"

Fury churned in East Prince Gong's chest. He felt as though his grand ambitions had been cast under a thick shadow before they had even begun. The establishment of the Demon Clan was undoubtedly a significant obstacle and competitor for his future Celestial Court.

Phoenix Nest Mountain, within a serene valley with babbling streams and soaring immortal cranes. Di Jun and Taiyi were guests, discussing the Dao with Fuxi and Nuwa.

However, when the fluctuations of fortune from the Demon Clan's establishment reached them, Di Jun's normally composed and detached expression suddenly changed, and the jade cup in his hand paused slightly.

Taiyi's brow furrowed deeply, the Solar True Fire around him restless, revealing his inner turmoil. Di Jun's heart was filled with a mix of emotions, even a trace of indescribable discomfort and loss.

Using his innate Spiritual Treasure, He Tu Luo Shu, to deduce the Heavenly Secrets, he had already vaguely glimpsed the future order of the world and the inevitable trend of unifying all spirits. He had even harbored thoughts of establishing a force to integrate the myriad races or something similar.

However, he felt his cultivation was still shallow, and the revelations from He Tu Luo Shu were rather vague, offering only a general direction. Thus, he had come to Phoenix Nest Mountain, partly to ask Fuxi, the universally acknowledged master of divination in the Primordial World, to help verify the Heavenly Secrets, and partly to seize the opportunity to recruit Fuxi and Nuwa, these two Great Powers, to join his Solar Palace faction and plan for their grand undertaking.

But he never expected that while he was still in the planning stages, Candle Dragon would establish the Demon Clan with such thunderous momentum! And on such a grand scale, with such immense fortune!

"One step behind, and you're behind every step. This merit for establishing a race, this fortune of myriad races..." Di Jun sighed inwardly, feeling as if his destined opportunity had been snatched away, leaving him stifled with anger.

Most importantly, Candle Dragon's establishment of the Demon Clan clearly didn't include him. Even if he had been invited, his pride would never allow him to submit to another. While he wouldn't have cooperated under another's leadership, the feeling of being excluded and overlooked irked him.

Fuxi, on the side, took in Di Jun's changing expression. Having known Di Jun and Taiyi for a long time, he greatly admired Di Jun's breadth of mind and ambition. Seeing his dejection over the Demon Clan's establishment, he gently strummed the ancient zither before him, producing a clear, resonant note that broke the slightly heavy atmosphere.

"Fellow Daoist Di Jun, why trouble yourself over this? Although the Demon Clan has been established and appears to have great momentum, hidden troubles have already arisen."

Upon hearing this, Di Jun looked up at Fuxi, his expression questioning.

Fuxi spoke eloquently, "Firstly, although the Demon Clan's fortune is abundant upon its establishment, it lacks a supreme treasure to suppress it. Fortune is like flowing water; without a supreme treasure to anchor it, it gathers quickly and dissipates just as fast, which is not a plan for the long term."

"Secondly, and most importantly. Candle Dragon's faction, despite having myriad races, lacks a true Emperor! Candle Dragon himself is a remnant of the ancient era; he possesses ample authority but insufficient imperial presence. Primordial Phoenix is confined to the Undying Volcano, and Kong Xuan is incapable of shouldering such a great responsibility. As for Kunpeng, he is a carefree wanderer, not suited for leadership. But you, Fellow Daoist—"

Fuxi's tone intensified, carrying a hint of certainty. "You bear the supreme destiny of 'Nine-Nine'! You are naturally chosen as the Demon Emperor! Now, you have merely been preempted by Candle Dragon, losing the primary merit for establishing the race and some of its fortune. But the path of an Emperor cannot be achieved overnight! When the time is ripe, Fellow Daoist, raise your banner and reorganize the Demon Clan in the name of an Emperor. Why worry that your grand undertaking will not succeed?"

Fuxi's words were like a thunderclap of enlightenment, instantly dispelling the gloom in Di Jun's heart! Yes! Candle Dragon had merely set up the framework and seized the initiative.

But the core of the Demon Clan—the Demon Emperor—was still vacant! He, who bore the imperial destiny and possessed He Tu Luo Shu, was the true destined individual who could lead the Demon Clan to glory!

The lost merit was regrettable, but compared to the future position of Demon Emperor, what was it? A sharp brilliance reignited in Di Jun's eyes. He cupped his hands solemnly towards Fuxi, "Fellow Daoist Fuxi's words have opened my eyes! Thank you for your guidance!"

Di Jun's sense of loss and irritation vanished completely, replaced by a clearer goal and surging fighting spirit. Candle Dragon's establishment of the Demon Clan was not an endpoint but rather seemed to have pre-emptively set the stage for him, the future Demon Emperor!

Within Phoenix Nest Mountain, the atmosphere became harmonious once more. And in Di Jun's heart, he had already begun plotting how to make his decisive move on this newly established chessboard of the Demon Clan.