Establishing the Yao Race, Demons Dance Wildly!

Although the Three Pure Ones have top-tier Cultivation, so what?

Their Demon Court possesses many Demon Gods and Demon Generals. Even if their Cultivation advances further, they will still be alone.

But East King Duke is different. He possesses the Exalted Position of Heavenly Emperor bestowed by Hongjun Dao Ancestor, making him the rightful Heavenly Emperor of the Great Desolation.

Now, he has established the Immortal Court with the prestige of having defeated them, truly enjoying unparalleled popularity.

"The only way forward is to establish the Yao Race."

Di Jun gritted his teeth and said.

Establishing the Yao Race, just like East King Duke establishing the Immortal Court, is meant to attract rogue cultivators in the Great Desolation to join them and strengthen their own forces.

If it were before, it would be easy to say, but now that they are establishing the Yao Race, it will definitely be affected, leading to fewer people willing to join.

It's not the best time, so the benefits cannot be maximized.

But what they are considering now is not benefits, but rather that if no other forces appear at this time, the Immortal Court might truly conquer the Great Desolation without a single soldier.

Instantly.

Di Jun and Taiyi exchanged glances and shot up into the sky, as if two suns had appeared in the heavens.

Their figures also illuminated the void, visible in every corner of the Great Desolation.

"Heavenly Dao above, I am Di Jun/Taiyi. Seeing the hardships of Great Desolation Beings in their cultivation, I wish to establish a race, named Yao, to suppress the Auspiciousness of the Yao Race with the Eastern Emperor Bell. All beings born with sentience in this world may join!"

The Dao Sound echoed, and the Heavenly Dao also congratulated them.

In a certain deep mountain, atop a demon mountain.

"Damn it, this Immortal Court is simply inhuman. Not only did they not let us join, but they also said we are covered in Sha Qi and are bloodthirsty, wanting to capture us and put us into the Demon Subjugation Tower!"

A black leopard, emitting black energy all over, sat indignantly in its cave dwelling. Several other cultivators identical to it were also sitting there, having a meal.

Its sharp claws pierced a newborn calf, and it opened its bloody maw, biting down, with juice splashing everywhere.

The others were doing the same. Even as the creatures in their hands wailed and begged for mercy, they showed no mercy.

"If this continues, we'll be captured by those lackeys of the Immortal Court to claim merit in the Heavenly Court sooner or later. Why don't we defect to His Majesty Di Jun!"

"Good idea. Emperor Di Jun and Emperor Taiyi established the Yao Race, regardless of birth or cultivation. As long as a being has intelligence, they can join. If we join the Yao Race, do we still need to fear their Immortal Court?"

"Good, very good! Brothers, after we finish eating this meat, we'll go to the Yao Race!"

For a time, similar situations occurred frequently, and these Great Powers all fled towards the Yao Race.

They were numerous, even recreating the prosperity of the Heavenly Court of that day.

Moreover, apart from their questionable virtues, these Great Powers were not weak in Cultivation. After all, the weak ones had long been captured by the Immortal Generals of the Immortal Court.

Ancestor Witch Hall.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches were gathered, uncharacteristically not cultivating, but sitting cross-legged in the main hall.

"Sister Houtu, how did your conversation with East King Duke go?"

As soon as the Immortal Court was established, Houtu went to the Heavenly Court and met East King Duke.

"Don't worry, all my brothers. I have discussed with the Heavenly Emperor, and as long as we do not violate the Immortal Regulations of the Immortal Court, they will not proactively attack the Witch Race!"

Upon hearing this, before Di Jiang could say anything, Zhu Rong's temper flared up, his red hair standing on end, as if burning with Divine Fire.

"What! Our Witch Race are descendants of Father God Pangu. Who does that East King Duke think he is, to dare set rules for us!"

"That's right, at worst, we'll just fight. When have we ever been afraid!"

Gong Gong also said nonchalantly.

Before, when Eldest Brother and Sister Houtu said they wanted to mediate with East King Duke, they were already somewhat displeased, but since the two of them agreed, they could only suppress it. Now, hearing this, they were naturally indignant.

Di Jiang's gaze, sharp as a knife, fell upon the two of them.

This made them lower their heads and dare not speak until he stopped.

"The Northern Region where we reside was granted to us by Father God and cannot be trespassed upon by others. If East King Duke does not interfere with our territory, then we naturally do not need to be enemies with him."

"Moreover, our greatest enemies now are Di Jun and the others. Their forces are also in the Northern Region. To fight for territory, we have fought no less than ten thousand bloody battles. If they are not eliminated, I will not rest easy!"

Di Jiang's voice echoed in the Ancestor Witch Hall, causing the others to become serious.

Just then, the news of Di Jun and Taiyi establishing the Yao Race, aided by the Heavenly Dao's approval, passed through the Ancestor Witch Hall and reached their ears.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches walked out of the Ancestor Witch Hall and looked at the Auspiciousness of the Yao Race that had landed on Di Jun and Taiyi's heads, wishing they could rush forward and fight.

They had thought that after being defeated by East King Duke, they were in a good position to counterattack. They never expected that the other party would receive Auspiciousness simply by establishing a race with the Heavenly Dao.

Not only did it heal their injuries, but their auras also expanded rapidly.

"Damn it!"

"Eldest Brother, why don't we also pray to the Heavenly Dao?!"

Xuan Ming and the others immediately suggested.

Di Jiang stepped forward first, arriving above the Nine Heavens, and said, imitating the drawing of a gourd.

"Heavenly Dao above, we, the Twelve Ancestral Witches, are the sons of Father God Pangu, tasked with overseeing the Great Desolation. We now