After Di Jun said all that, he might as well have carved the words "Keep your head down and don't make waves" into his face.
Tai Yi, however, didn't take it to heart. If anything, he seemed frustrated that Di Jun wasn't living up to his potential.
How was this guy so different from the Heavenly Emperor he remembered? He was so timid.
It seemed his arrival had caused a butterfly effect.
"So what if the Witch Clan is powerful? Our Demon Clan has top-tier Great Powers too! Nuwa, Fuxi, and Kunpeng are all Great Powers we can win over."
"We must unite every force we can. The mere Witch Clan is nothing to fear."
Di Jun felt his scalp go numb.
If he hadn't been a Transmigrator who knew how the Witch-Demon Calamity ended, he might really have been swayed by Tai Yi.
Had his little brother mistaken the Prehistoric World for a strategy game?
"Second Brother, hear me out..." Di Jun tried to make one last stand.
"Big Brother, there's no need to persuade me!" Tai Yi declared firmly.
"My mind is made up! Once the second lecture at Zixiao Palace is over, our Demon Clan will be established!"
"Big Brother, your cultivation is profound, and your prestige is unmatched. You're the only one fit to be Heavenly Emperor! I, your little brother, am willing to serve as Eastern Emperor, assist you, and build an unprecedented legacy for the Demon Clan!"
When he finished, Tai Yi fixed his gaze on Di Jun, waiting for him to nod.
Di Jun ranted inwardly: What the hell do you mean, unmatched prestige? I just want to lie down!
But when he saw Tai Yi's determined look, as if he'd kill himself if Di Jun refused, he knew there was no stopping him by force.
His little brother was carried away.
"Ahem, Second Brother, why don't you ask Third Brother to establish the Demon Clan instead?" Di Jun suddenly thought of something.
Tai Yi considered it, then decided it seemed like a good idea.
He didn't understand why Di Jun was so opposed to establishing the Demon Clan, but it would be even better if Di Jun didn't join.
Then all the Female Immortals in the Prehistoric World would be his.
Besides, Qin Yuan was very likely a puppet sent by the Heavenly Dao to punish him.
If he got Qin Yuan to join the Demon Clan, he could then devise a way to kill him and deal with this puppet of the Heavenly Dao.
"Since Big Brother has no desire to dominate, Tai Yi shall go!" Tai Yi said, then left the Solar Star at once.
Di Jun breathed a sigh of relief, but then began to worry about Tai Yi.
Although the other man was his adopted little brother, their bloodlines shared the same origin. He still couldn't help worrying about him.
And then there was Qin Yuan... This time, he'd indirectly dragged Qin Yuan into the Witch-Demon Calamity.
sigh...
He'd better focus on cultivation. Without reaching the Primordial Realm, everyone was an ant.
Di Jun put aside his thoughts of slacking off. Instead of relying on his system's passive cultivation, he began actively absorbing the spiritual energy of the Prehistoric World.
In a secluded valley somewhere on Buzhou Mountain.
Qin Yuan was squatting on a blue-gray rock, chewing on the pen the system had given him as he furiously wrote on the floating virtual screen in front of him.
"Shocking! The second lecture at Zixiao Palace is about to begin, yet all the Great Powers have gone into seclusion. The reason is..."
"Exclusive exposé! The truth behind the Innate Gourd Vine's failed transformation—the mastermind may be..."
"Points +20... Points +15..."
He was writing up a storm when the light above him suddenly dimmed.
He looked up and saw Tai Yi standing in front of him. A certain expression was plastered across his face...
Qin Yuan found it familiar. It looked a lot like the smile of salesmen who used to peddle health supplements in his previous life.
"Third Brother! I've been searching everywhere for you!" Tai Yi boomed, his voice deliberately warm.
Qin Yuan's heart gave a thump. He silently put away the system interface and smiled innocently. "Second Brother, what brings you here?"
He remained on guard. Ever since Dijiang had beaten him up, Tai Yi had either been "sowing seeds" all over the place or plotting to establish the Demon Clan. His sudden visit couldn't mean anything good.
"Alas, your brother is suffering!"
Tai Yi let out a long sigh, sat down beside Qin Yuan without so much as asking, and began pouring out his troubles.
"We Three-legged Golden Crows of the Solar Star have such noble origins, yet we've been bullied time and again by the Witch Clan. Last time, I nearly... Alas, never mind!"
"Now the myriad clans of the Prehistoric World are scattered and oppressed by the Witch Clan's brute force. They can barely keep themselves alive. Whenever I think of it, I can't sleep at night!"
Qin Yuan blinked his big eyes, inwardly snarking: You can't sleep because you haven't hit on enough girls, right?
But he put on a sympathetic expression. "Second Brother, you've suffered. That Witch Clan is truly hateful."
"Exactly!" Seeing that Qin Yuan was playing along, Tai Yi perked up and got straight to the point.
"I've thought long and hard. The only way to stand against the Witch Clan and give the living beings of the Prehistoric World a chance to survive is to unite the myriad clans, establish the 'Demon' Clan, and gather immeasurable fortune!"
"This is a great merit and a grand undertaking! I may not be much, but I'm willing to step forward and shoulder this responsibility!"
Qin Yuan dutifully played along. "Second Brother, your noble intentions are admirable! But... what does that have to do with me?"
He could vaguely guess that Tai Yi wanted to drag him into this.
"Haha, Third Brother, you're mistaken!" Tai Yi clapped Qin Yuan hard on the shoulder, his eyes shining with enthusiasm.
"You and I are brothers of the same origin. Naturally, we should work together and make this great undertaking a success!"
"I've already thought it through. Our Demon Clan is newly established, and there's much to be done."
"We especially need someone to oversee the Demon Clan's records and history, educate the myriad demons, pass down the Daoist Tradition, and uphold the Demon Clan's illustrious legitimacy and immeasurable merit!"
He paused, took a deep breath, and spoke with absolute conviction:
"There's no one more suited to this position than you, Third Brother! I'm willing to entrust you with the title of History Emperor!"
"History Emperor?"
Qin Yuan was stunned. That name... sounded a little strange.
"Exactly! History Emperor!"
Tai Yi stood up and spread his arms, as though embracing a magnificent vision.
"You'll wield the brush that records the Demon Clan's history through the ages and chronicle the rise and fall of the Prehistoric World! You'll educate the myriad demons, teach them proper conduct and righteousness! You'll pass down the Daoist Tradition and bring glory to our name!"
"Every affair of the Demon Clan, big or small—battles, sacrifices, treaties, celebrations... even the achievements of the Demon Saints and the heroic bearing of the myriad demons—will be recorded by the History Emperor and passed down for all time!"
"Your status will be revered, second only to me, the Heavenly Emperor! You won't have to bow before the Emperor, and your authority will be yours to wield!"
Tai Yi talked up the position of "History Emperor" as one of tremendous authority, destined to make its holder's name famous for all time.
His little scheme was clicking along nicely:
That kid Qin Yuan was always muttering to himself, writing this down and that down.
Giving him the hollow title of "History Emperor" would tie him to the Demon Clan's cause and make use of his seemingly record-spreading divine ability to build up the Demon Clan's reputation.
After all, wouldn't he, the Heavenly Emperor, get to decide how "history" was written?
This convenient little brother was just the man for the job of publicity chief!
Qin Yuan stared, wide-eyed.
Damn... If he made me History Emperor, I wouldn't just be writing unofficial histories anymore.
Even dogshit counts as history!
"Second Brother, you'll be Heavenly Emperor, and I'll be History Emperor. What about Big Brother?" Qin Yuan asked.
"Ahem, Big Brother doesn't like fighting. We'll just give him some idle position." Tai Yi answered with a straight face.
Wasn't being Heavenly Emperor more impressive than being Eastern Emperor?
If Di Jun wouldn't be Heavenly Emperor, then Tai Yi would become the future Ruler of Heaven and Earth in the Prehistoric World!
And then he'd have three thousand beauties in his harem...
Heh heh heh!