The Demon Race's Heavenly Realm.
Dijun sensed the changes within himself.
"Th-this is the Saint's Power?"
He clenched his fist slightly, feeling boundless strength within him. With the slightest movement, he could create or destroy an entire world.
"Hahaha!"
"The Saint's Power truly is boundless!"
"From today onward, the Primordial World will belong to the Demon Race!"
Dijun was overcome with excitement.
After all, the Primordial Violet Qi he had used to become a Saint hadn't been bestowed by the Heavenly Dao.
Because of that, after becoming a Saint, he wasn't subject to some of the Heavenly Dao's constraints.
Beneath the altar, countless Demon Race beings saw Dijun successfully attain sainthood and erupted into frenzied cheers. The scene was now utterly wild.
"Wonderful!"
"He did it... He succeeded!"
"The Yao Emperor has become a Saint!"
"Our Demon Race has gained another Saint. Who in the Primordial World could stand against us now?"
"The Yao Emperor is peerless! May his holy life be without end!"
"May the Demon Race endure forever and rule the Primordial Wilderness!"
"..."
In an instant, endless cheers and shouts intertwined, their clamor sweeping across the Primordial World.
Time slipped by.
In the blink of an eye, a thousand years had passed since Dijun became a Saint.
The Primordial World had been anything but peaceful during those thousand years, plunging into violent upheaval.
With Dijun's ascension to sainthood, the Demon Race's strength had naturally surged, and it began expanding at a rapid pace.
The tribes and forces unwilling to submit to the Demon Race had been trampled beneath its iron hooves. They either surrendered or were wiped out.
The Primordial Land was drenched in blood, and the Myriad Spirits fell silent.
The domains of the various Saints, along with those of several powerful Free Cultivator forces,