Tai Yi Wishes to Establish the Demon Clan

Solar Star.

The Fusang Divine Tree's branches stretched for hundreds of millions of light-years.

Di Jun was lying on one of the branches, dozing with his legs crossed.

After receiving cultivation rewards from the Survival System, he had already severed his Evil Corpse and broken through to the early Quasi-Saint stage.

"Congratulations to the host for surviving the birth of the Gourd Vine. The River Diagram and Luo Book have been upgraded to Innate Supreme Treasures."

The Survival System's voice chimed in. Di Jun yawned and rolled over.

Thanks to the System, he could continuously absorb the essence of the Solar Star for cultivation even without actively practicing.

"System, can I get a different reward?"

After breaking through to Quasi-Saint, Di Jun had used his powerful divine sense to survey the Great Desolation.

Thirteen Ancestor Witches, the Four Pure Ones, Daoist Xuanqing...

There were too many variables in this Great Desolation. The upgrade of the River Diagram and Luo Book to Innate Supreme Treasures offered him limited improvement.

"Then what reward would the host like instead?" the Survival System retorted.

"Ahem..."

"Can I get an infinite supply of Iced Black Tea, and a mobile phone to play with? It's a bit boring doing nothing," Di Jun said awkwardly.

The Survival System fell silent for a moment.

Then, a small refrigerator made of special materials appeared beside Di Jun.

When Di Jun opened it, it was full of Iced Black Tea, and it could refresh infinitely.

At the same time, a smartphone of an unknown brand was tossed into his hand.

"Hahaha, System, you really spoil me, I love you!"

Survival System: ...

Di Jun's idea was simple.

Since he was staying put and not venturing out, those top-tier magical treasures were useless. It was better to exchange them for things that could improve his quality of life.

The Great Desolation had no concept of years, but that didn't mean he couldn't feel the passage of time.

Staying put all the time was truly boring.

"Hmm? Tai Yi is back." Di Jun sensed Tai Yi's aura and quickly put the refrigerator and phone back into the System space.

Tai Yi's true form, a Three-legged Golden Crow, landed on the Fusang Tree.

After tens of thousands of years of recuperation, his injuries had healed.

Furthermore, his first batch of offspring had already been born.

"Congratulations to the host for completing the first 'Many Sons, Much Fortune' mission."

"Reward obtained: Pangu Banner (Imitation), Taiji Diagram (Imitation)"

Tai Yi's expression didn't change much after receiving the System's reward.

He was still thinking about Dijiang beating him up.

How dare he beat him in front of so many Female Immortals of the Great Desolation? Unbearable!

No, after this sermon, he must establish the Demon Clan.

Establishing the Demon Clan would not only allow him to counter the Witch Clan.

Most importantly, he could gain the title of Eastern Emperor, which sounded cool and was perfect for flirting.

"Hmph, just you wait, Xuanming and Houtu will be mine then!" Tai Yi snorted coldly, then proceeded to check his System rewards.

"System, what does this 'Imitation' mean?" Tai Yi inquired.

He naturally knew about the Taiji Diagram and the Pangu Banner.

They were Innate Supreme Treasures with the same origin as his Chaos Bell, formed from the Pangu Axe.

"These two items cannot be used for any other function; they can only be used to sever the Three Corpses. Once the Three Corpses are merged, the host can prove the Dao and become a Saint."

The Many Sons, Much Fortune System explained.

These were Innate Supreme Treasures that it had forged with its origin, sharing the same source as Tai Yi's Chaos Bell.

"Sever the Three Corpses? System, I'm a Transmigrator, can't you let me prove the Dao by force?"

Tai Yi's face showed displeasure. As far as he knew, severing the Three Corpses was Hongjun's deception.

The Many Sons, Much Fortune System continued to explain, "Host, let me be blunt with you, using the System's power, it's impossible to prove the Dao by force."

"Furthermore, after you sever the Three Corpses and become a Saint, I can better plunder the origin of the Great Desolation."

After hearing the System's explanation, Tai Yi pouted.

Severing the Three Corpses it is, then. At least it's better than achieving sainthood through merit.

Tai Yi adjusted his state and then thought about going to see Di Jun.

Each branch of the Fusang Tree was a small chiliocosm, and the tree's main body was an even greater chiliocosm.

Tai Yi transformed into a Golden Crow and, in an instant, traversed hundreds of millions of miles, entering the small chiliocosm where Di Jun resided.

"Second Brother, why have you come?"

Di Jun's face showed embarrassment. Was Tai Yi trying to drag him into establishing the Demon Clan?

No, he absolutely could not let his younger brother go to his death!

The Witch-Demon Calamity was a scheme and plot by the Heavenly Dao to destroy the Witches.

Alarm bells rang in Di Jun's heart, but he put on a concerned expression and sat up from the branch with a flip.

"Second Brother, I heard you were injured by Dijiang. Your elder brother has been worried sick these past few days!"

He stepped forward and grabbed Tai Yi. His Quasi-Saint divine sense swept over him, only to find that the other party showed no signs of injury at all.

Tai Yi truly lived up to his reputation as a protagonist of the world during the Witch-Demon era; he had recovered from his injuries so quickly.

Di Jun never even considered that his own brother actually had a System.

"Thank you for your concern, Eldest Brother. I am already fine," Tai Yi waved his hand, his eyes burning with fighting spirit.

"After surviving this tribulation, this younger brother has done some soul-searching."

"I say, we brothers, as Innate deities born from the Solar Star, possess noble origins. How can we be confined to one corner for long, bullied by others?"

Di Jun's heart skipped a beat. Here it comes, the standard rebellious opening.

He quickly said earnestly, "Second Brother, what you say is wrong! The Solar Star was formed from Father God's left eye, an Innate divine dojo, rich in spiritual energy and manifesting the Great Dao."

"To cultivate here, comprehend the Great Dao, and live carefree and unfettered, isn't that wonderful? What do you mean by being confined?"

Di Jun didn't want to be the Heavenly Emperor.

He'd rather lie low until the Journey to the West, then emerge. The risk of falling would be much smaller then.

Right now was the era of the Witch-Demon Wars, a time of chaos. Going out now would be no different than seeking death.

"Eldest Brother!" Tai Yi raised his voice, breaking free from Di Jun's hand, his expression agitated.

"That Dijiang bullied me too much! In front of everyone, he brazenly attacked and injured me. If I don't avenge this, how can I, Tai Yi, stand in the Great Desolation?"

"And that Chen Tian, a mere thirteenth Ancestor Witch, dares to covet..."

"Ahem, I mean, the Witch Clan is powerful and arrogant. If this continues, where will our Demon Clan have a place in the Great Desolation?"

"Demon Clan?" Di Jun keenly caught the keyword and feigned confusion.

"Precisely!" Tai Yi puffed out his chest, as if an invisible golden flame burned behind him.

"This younger brother has thought deeply. In the current Great Desolation, myriad races exist, scattered and disordered, often bullied by the brute force of the Witch Clan."

"We brothers should step forward, unite the myriad races, with the Solar and Lunar as our venerated symbols, and establish the 'Demon' Clan!"

"Unite the scaled, the beasts, the birds, and even the spirits of plants and trees. Anyone who has awakened intelligence can join our Demon Clan! We will gather immeasurable fortune and form a magnificent momentum!"

"At that time, we brothers will be the Heavenly Emperor and Eastern Emperor, leading all demons, standing in opposition to the Witch Clan, or even... replacing them!"

Tai Yi became more excited as he spoke, as if he could already see himself enthroned in the highest heavens, with all demons paying homage, and Houtu, Xuanming, even Xi He and Chang Xi...

Ahem, in short, the future was bright!

Di Jun's eyelids twitched as he listened.

Here it comes, the standard self-destructive process.

Gather fortune, establish a great clan, and then be crushed into dust by the Great Tribulation.

"Second Brother..." Di Jun sighed deeply, his acting skills fully engaged, his face etched with "concern for the nation and its people."

"Your elder brother knows your ambitions are lofty and your heart holds the Great Desolation, but establishing a clan concerns immeasurable karma and affects the rise and fall of myriad races. How can it be easy?"

"The Witch Clan is powerful, with deep roots and the legacy of Pangu. Although we brothers have extraordinary origins, we are alone and weak. How can we resist? This is not the act of a wise person!"