Solar Star.
The branches of the Fusang Divine Tree stretched for hundreds of millions of light-years.
Di Jun was sprawled across one of them, dozing with one leg crossed over the other.
After receiving a cultivation reward from the Survival System, he had cut off his Evil Corpse and broken through to the early stage of the Quasi-Saint realm.
"Congratulations, host, on successfully staying out of trouble until the Gourd Vine emerged. The quality of the River Diagram and Luo Book has been upgraded to an Innate Supreme Treasure."
The Survival System's voice sounded. Di Jun yawned and rolled over.
Thanks to the system, even without cultivating, he could continuously absorb the Solar Star's origin to improve his cultivation.
"System, can I exchange this for a different reward?"
After breaking through to the Quasi-Saint realm, Di Jun had used his powerful divine sense to survey the Prehistoric World.
The Thirteen Ancestral Witches, the Four Pure Ones, Daoist Xuan Qing...
There were too many variables in this version of the Prehistoric World. The River Diagram and Luo Book becoming an Innate Supreme Treasure would do little to improve his strength.
"What would you like to exchange it for?" the Survival System asked.
"Ahem..."
"Could I get an unlimited supply of iced tea, and maybe a phone to play with? It's kind of boring doing nothing," Di Jun said awkwardly.
The Survival System fell silent for a while.
Then a small refrigerator made of special materials appeared beside Di Jun.
When he opened it, he found nothing but iced tea, which could be replenished without limit.
At the same time, a smartphone of some unknown brand landed in his hand.
"Hahaha! System, you're spoiling me. Love you!"
Survival System: ...
Di Jun's reasoning was simple.
Since he was staying put and not going out, top-tier magical treasures were useless to him. He might as well exchange them for things that could make life more comfortable.
The fact that time was unrecorded in the Prehistoric World didn't mean he couldn't feel it passing.
Staying cooped up all the time really was boring.
"Hmm? Tai Yi's back." Sensing Tai Yi's presence, Di Jun hurriedly put the refrigerator and phone away in his system storage.
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.
And his first batch of offspring had been born.
"Congratulations, host, on completing your first Many Sons, Much Fortune mission."
"Reward received: Pangu Banner (Replica), Taiji Diagram (Replica)."
Tai Yi showed little reaction to the system's reward.
He was still thinking about how Dijiang had beaten him.
Dijiang had actually beaten him in front of so many Female Immortals of the Prehistoric World. That was unforgivable!
No. After this next lecture, he had to establish the Demon Clan.
Establishing the Demon Clan would not only let him stand against the Witch Clan.
More importantly, he'd earn the title of Eastern Emperor. It sounded cool and would be perfect for picking up girls.
"Hmph, just you wait. Xuanming and Houtu will both be mine!" Tai Yi snorted, then examined the system's reward.
"System, what does 'replica' mean?" Tai Yi asked.
He knew the Taiji Diagram and Pangu Banner, of course.
They were Innate Supreme Treasures of the same origin as his Chaos Bell, all transformed from the Pangu Axe.
"These two items cannot be used for any other purpose. They can only be used to cut off the Three Corpses. Once the Three Corpses are united, the host can attain sainthood."
The Many Sons, Much Fortune System explained.
They were Innate Supreme Treasures that it had forged from its own origin, and they shared the same source as Tai Yi's Chaos Bell.
"Cutting off the Three Corpses? System, I'm a Transmigrator, for crying out loud. Can't you let me attain the Dao through strength?"
Tai Yi looked displeased. From what he knew, wasn't the Three Corpses method Hongjun's scam?
The Many Sons, Much Fortune System continued explaining. "I'll be frank with you, host. With the system's power, you simply cannot attain the Dao through strength."
"Besides, once you become a saint by cutting off the Three Corpses, I'll be able to plunder the Prehistoric World's origin more effectively."
After hearing the system's explanation, Tai Yi curled his lip.
Fine, he'd cut off the Three Corpses. It was better than becoming a saint through merit, at least.
Tai Yi composed himself, then prepared to go see Di Jun.
Every branch of the Fusang Tree was a small world, while the tree itself was a Great Thousand World.
Tai Yi transformed into a Golden Crow and crossed hundreds of millions of miles in an instant, entering the small world where Di Jun was.
"Second Brother, what brings you here?"
Di Jun looked awkward. Could Tai Yi be trying to drag him into establishing the Demon Clan?
No. He couldn't let his younger brother go to his death!
The Witch-Demon Calamity was a conspiracy by the Heavenly Dao to destroy the Witch Clan.
Alarm bells rang in Di Jun's mind, though he put on a concerned expression and sprang upright from the branch.
"Second Brother, I heard Dijiang injured you. I've been worried sick about you all this time!"
He stepped forward and took Tai Yi by the arm, scanning him with his Quasi-Saint divine sense, only to find that he showed no signs of injury.
As expected of one of the leading figures of the world during the Witch-Demon era, Tai Yi had recovered from his injuries in no time.
Di Jun never considered that his younger brother might have a system.
"Thanks for your concern, Big Brother. I'm fine now." Tai Yi waved a hand, his eyes burning with determination.
"After surviving that ordeal, I've thought long and hard."
"My brother and I were born from the Solar Star as innate divine beings, with noble origins. How can we remain trapped in one corner of the world, letting others bully us?"
Di Jun's heart sank. Here it came—the standard opening to a rebellion.
He hurriedly tried to talk sense into him. "You're wrong, Second Brother! The Solar Star was formed from Father God's left eye. It's a sacred place for innate divinities, rich in spiritual energy, where the Great Dao manifests."
"Cultivate here, comprehend the Great Dao, and live in freedom. What could be better? How can you call it being trapped?"
Di Jun had no desire to become some Heavenly Emperor.
If he stayed hidden until the Journey to the West era before emerging, his chances of dying would be much lower.
The Witch-Demon era was in full swing, with gods and demons battling across the world. Going out now would be tantamount to suicide.
"Big Brother!" Tai Yi raised his voice and pulled free of Di Jun's grip, visibly worked up.
"That Dijiang went too far! He attacked and injured me in front of everyone. If I don't avenge myself, how can I face the Prehistoric World?"
"And that Chen Tian—just the Thirteenth Ancestral Witch, and he dares covet..."
"Ahem. I mean, the Witch Clan is powerful and arrogant. If this goes on, there'll be nowhere in the Prehistoric World for our Demon Clan!"
"Demon Clan?" Di Jun latched onto the key phrase, feigning confusion.
"Exactly!" Tai Yi puffed out his chest, as if invisible golden flames were blazing behind him.
"I've thought it through. The Prehistoric World is now full of clans, all scattered and disorganized, and many are being bullied by the Witch Clan's brute force."
"My brother and I must step forward, unite the myriad clans, and establish the 'Demon' Clan under the Sun and Moon!"
"Whether they're scaled beasts, wild animals, birds, or plant spirits, anyone who has awakened their intelligence can join the Demon Clan! We'll gather boundless fortune and build an overwhelming force!"
"Then my brother and I will become the Heavenly Emperor and Eastern Emperor, ruling over all demons and standing as equals with the Witch Clan—or even... replacing them!"
The more Tai Yi spoke, the more excited he became. He could almost see himself enthroned in the Ninth Heaven, with all demons paying court—and Houtu, Xuanming, Xi He, and Chang Xi all...
Ahem. In short, the future was bright!
Di Jun's eyelids twitched.
Here it was: the textbook way to court death.
Gather fortune, establish a great clan, and then get crushed to dust by a Measure Calamity.
"Second Brother..." Di Jun sighed, giving it everything he had. His face was full of concern for the world.
"I know you have grand ambitions and care deeply for the Prehistoric World. But establishing a clan involves boundless karma and affects the rise and fall of countless clans. It's no simple matter."
"The Witch Clan is powerful and deeply rooted, with Pangu's legacy behind them. Though we brothers have extraordinary origins, we're still outnumbered. How can we stand against them? This isn't what a wise man would do!"