Late-Stage Daluo, Abnormal Movements of the Devil Race

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Ten thousand years in the Primordial World is but a drop in the ocean.

As the patriarchs of the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin tribes successively made breakthroughs, these Three Tribes became the undisputed strongest powers in the Primordial World.

At this time, on Kunlun Mountain, the Three Pure Ones of Pangu were in closed-door cultivation; within Buzhou Mountain, the siblings Fuxi and Nuwa kept their gates tightly locked; deep in the Sea of Blood, Old Ancestor Minghe remained in seclusion; on the Sun Star, Di Jun and Tai Yi waited for their moment; atop Longevity Mountain, Zhenyuan quietly recited the Huangting...

There were also those two in the West, that one in the Northern Sea, and even the "good old man" Old Ancestor Hongyun and others, all cultivating diligently, waiting for the opportunity to enter the world.

Aside from the Three Tribes, all other great powers of the Primordial World remained dormant. For a time, the Three Tribes had the momentum to sweep across the Primordial World. Other beings mentioned in the Heavenly Dao oaths—whether scaled creatures, flying birds, or running beasts, and whether they were organized tribes or rogue cultivators—either joined the Three Tribes, were conquered, or were even wiped out.

The Three Tribes expanded continuously. Over the span of ten thousand years, the killing never ceased. The baleful aura of the Primordial World grew increasingly intense; the Primordial Tribulation had begun.

Although the Three Tribes had grand ambitions, each desiring to claim the status of the sole protagonist of the Primordial World, they currently maintained a tacit understanding. They did not engage in much direct conflict, seemingly avoiding one another, each marking out their own territories. Even when clashes occurred, they remained relatively restrained.

Among the Three Tribes, the Dragon Tribe was the most powerful. This was not only because of their vast numbers and countless experts, but most importantly, because among the three patriarchs who were all Quasi-Saints, the Ancestor Dragon was the strongest of them all.

The four seas of the Primordial World were the birthplace of the Dragon Tribe, and they had always dominated those waters. Having received the approval of the Heavenly Dao, they fully incorporated the four seas into their sphere of influence.

Except for a few places destined by Heaven, it could be said that the Dragon Tribe had unified the four seas.

There were a few exceptions, such as Penglai Immortal Island and Mount Fangzhang Immortal Island. The former was a place destined for rogue cultivators, while the latter was because of East King Duke.

Ever since his battle with Candle Dragon, the name of East King Duke had been celebrated throughout the four seas. Although he had not traveled the four seas since then, his reputation remained. Everyone knew he was a great power with profound combat strength. While the Dragon Tribe aimed to dominate the Primordial World, they saw no need to fight him to the death in the short term.

It was not just in the four seas; on the mainland, the Three Tribes held the same attitude toward all the great powers of the Primordial World—they deliberately avoided them.

Mount Fang Island.

The phenomenon above the Supreme Yang Palace, where Innate Spiritual Qi was being absorbed like a whale swallowing water, had persisted for a thousand years.

Inside the Dao Palace, Supreme Yang Qi permeated the air, nearly condensing into spiritual rain. Amidst the spiritual mist, two rays of spiritual light hovered above the head of East King Duke, guarding a faint glow that radiated a mysterious aura.

Above his primordial spirit, the three flowers were fully manifested. The Earth and Human flowers swayed gracefully, circling a Heaven flower bud that appeared to have grown larger. They exhaled Innate Qi, as if nourishing the Heaven flower that was about to bloom.

"Hum!"

After a series of inexplicable immortal sounds, the Heaven flower of his primordial spirit trembled slightly, its light growing increasingly brilliant. Before long, the Supreme Yang immortal qi that had filled the Dao Palace was completely absorbed.

The light grew ever more intense, and the Heaven flower bud began to open bit by bit. This process lasted for ten years until, finally, it broke through its cocoon, filling the Dao Palace with fragrance.

With this, East King Duke had achieved the late stage of the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal realm!

"We respectfully welcome Master out of seclusion, wishing Master an early realization of the Primordial Dao!"

Inside the Supreme Yang Palace, the disciples and the two Daoist acolytes bowed respectfully.

"You have all been diligent, and I am very pleased."

Below, Xuan Yang had long since broken through to the cultivation of a Grand Unity Mysterious Immortal, and his foundation was stable. He now carried the air of a true enlightened immortal, and as the Chief Disciple of the second generation of the Supreme Yang Lineage, his bearing and virtue were quite remarkable.

The two boy attendants were the same, both having reached the late stage of the Heavenly Immortal realm; clearly, they had also put in great effort.

"Reporting to Master, the living beings on Mount Fangzhang Immortal Island have exceeded ten thousand. Over these ten thousand years, many have come to pay their respects, wishing to enter the Supreme Yang Lineage. I ask Master to make the decision."

Hearing Xuan Yang's report, East King Duke shook his head slightly.

"The Xuan Yang Lineage is not yet ready to open its gates to disciples, and among all living beings, I have yet to see any who share a master-disciple fate with me. However, I cannot bear to see the beings of Mount Fang Island left without a path to cultivation, their Daoist journey cut short. The Great Dao is fifty, and the Heavens derive forty-nine. Very well, I shall establish three volumes of Dao-seeking cultivation techniques to fulfill those with the affinity."

As soon as his words fell, a lotus platform flew from the top of East King Duke's head—it was the Twelve-grade Yin-Yang Dao Lotus. The lotus platform flew out of the Dao Palace and soared above Mount Fang Island, instantly growing to ten thousand feet in size. It then began to spin, shedding streams of Yin-Yang Two Qi.

"BOOM!"

The immortal island trembled, and all living beings were startled.

A massive array appeared in the center of the island.

Following this, East King Duke, using his power as a late-stage Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal, connected with Heaven and Earth and emitted the Dao Sound.

"I am the Supreme Yang Dao Lord, East King Duke. I wish to preach the Dao on Mount Fang Island and have specifically set up the Yin-Yang Heart-Refining Array, leaving behind three volumes of Dao-seeking cultivation techniques. Any living being on Mount Fang Island who can diligently cultivate virtue and possesses a firm heart toward the Dao may come to challenge the array."

Hearing the words of East King Duke, the living beings of the immortal island rejoiced and flocked toward it.

In the west of the Primordial Continent.

Inside the Demon Luo Palace on Mount Sumeru, a figure draped in black robes, surrounded by black mist and manifesting blood shadows across the sky, sat atop a ten-thousand-foot-tall pitch-black lotus platform.

If East King Duke were here, he would be able to guess that this was the infamous Demon Ancestor Luohu.

At this moment, Luohu was already at the late stage of the Quasi-Saint realm, far more powerful than the likes of Ancestor Dragon, Primeval Phoenix, and Primeval Kirin.

"Greetings, Demon Ancestor!"

Standing respectfully below Luohu were more than a dozen cultivators with profound auras and bodies filled with malevolent energy; they were all at the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal realm.

"Seven Emotions and Six Desires, how have you handled the matters I entrusted to you?"

These thirteen were the Seven Emotions Heavenly Demons and Six Desires Demon Venerables under the Demon Ancestor, representing the highest combat power of the Devil Race beneath the Demon Ancestor himself.

Among the Six Desires, the Lust Desire Demon Venerable stepped forward and sacrificed a massive black banner, giving it a gentle shake.

Streams of black mist, accompanied by shrill cries, flew out from the giant banner.

"Reporting to Demon Ancestor, this is the malevolent energy of the Primordial Heaven and Earth that we have collected over these ten thousand years."

Luohu reached out with a beckoning gesture. The baleful aura seemed to be guided by his hand, flying toward him before being swallowed in a single gulp.

"This baleful aura is still far from enough."

A long while later, Luohu spoke again.

"Forgive us, Devil Ancestor!"

The several Devil Ancestors of the Seven Emotions and Six Desires bowed down to the ground one after another.

"Rise. This matter is not your fault. The warring of the Three Tribes is not yet intense enough. You must dispatch more of our Devil Race children to infiltrate the various tribes of the Primordial World and incite more conflict."

"Yes!"

"The evolution of the tribulation is too slow. We must compel the Three Tribes to commit more slaughter. Send word to the Devilish Sons we have planted within the Dragon Tribe. Have them find ways to stir up tensions between the three clans, inciting the Dragons, Phoenixes, and Qilin to wage war against one another. Only by plunging the Primordial World into chaos can you collect enough of the world's baleful aura. Once I have refined enough of this aura and completed my breakthrough to exterminate the three tribes and seize the Primordial World Destiny, I shall be able to seize the opportunity to attain the Dao and become a Saint."

"In this way, our Devil Race shall descend upon the world and become the sole protagonists of the Primordial World."

"We obey the decree of the Devil Ancestor!"

Hearing these words from Luohu, the several Seven Emotions Heavenly Demons and Six Desires Demon Venerables revealed looks of fanaticism, bowing down in response.

Although the Dragon-Phoenix Tribulation arose because of the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin tribes, there was a "covering hand" secretly pushing it from behind. The master of this hand was the Devil Race of the West.

The three tribes were completely unaware that, despite their seemingly glorious status, they had already become tools for Luohu and the Devil Race to strengthen themselves.