Jade Tablet Fragment, Di Jun Establishes the Demons

After Di Jiang and Zhu Jiuyin left, Styx waited a while longer.

Only after confirming that the two were truly not spying from the shadows did Styx step into that strange space.

As soon as he entered, Styx sensed a dense demonic aura.

Then he saw Wu Mo sitting cross-legged at the very center, constantly cycling spiritual energy.

Wu Mo's cultivation had also reached the Great Luo Golden Immortal Peak level.

Styx could only marvel—truly, this was the essence blood of the Devil Ancestor Rahula incarnate; his cultivation speed was indeed extraordinary.

But soon, Styx noticed something off.

"Isn't the spiritual energy here a bit too abundant!"

Styx's sudden outburst woke Wu Mo, who had been cultivating.

Wu Mo opened his eyes, saw it was Styx, and didn't even move, speaking lazily.

"This Venerable, you've come. Let's cultivate together."

As he spoke, he patted the spot beside him, signaling Styx to sit.

Styx didn't stand on ceremony either.

"I thought something had happened to you, but instead you've been holed up here in seclusion cultivating."

He had to admit, the spiritual energy here was truly abundant.

Buzhou Mountain was already an extremely rich source of spiritual energy.

But the spiritual energy here was actually dozens of times richer than Buzhou Mountain!

Not to mention Wu Mo—even Styx couldn't resist the temptation here.

Wu Mo was about to reply to Styx when he saw Styx himself starting to cultivate.

He quickly re-entered his cultivation state as well.

No more chit-chat, no more chit-chat!

Cultivation comes first!

"Ah, refreshing!"

When Styx opened his eyes again, the spiritual energy here had been almost completely absorbed by the two of them.

Of course, mostly by Styx.

After all, Styx had a higher cultivation level; when he cultivated, each inhale and exhale drew in far more spiritual energy.

Five hundred years had passed. Though Styx's cultivation hadn't broken through, it had advanced further. Given time, he would definitely break through to the mid Quasi-Sage stage.

At that level, even after Hongjun's second lecture, he would rank among the great powers of the Primordial Wilderness.

As for Wu Mo, his cultivation wasn't as exaggerated as Styx's; he remained at Great Luo Golden Immortal Peak.

But he was now much closer to the Quasi-Sage realm.

Styx wasn't worried about Wu Mo's cultivation, after all, he was born from Rahula's heart blood.

He also carried the Demonic Path inheritance. If planned well, his future achievements might not fall far short of Styx's.

Still, it was a pity that this space wasn't large, so the spiritual energy only lasted the two of them five hundred years before being exhausted.

But then Wu Mo took out something that made Styx's jaw drop.

"Is this a fragment of the Jade Disc of Creation?"

No wonder the spiritual energy here was so abundant—so that was the reason.

The Jade Disc of Creation was one of the five great Chaos Treasures. Though it lacked strong offensive or defensive power, it contained the three thousand laws, greatly aiding the holder in breaking through cultivation realms.

It had once been one of Pangu's treasures.

But it was shattered during the Heaven-Opening Calamity, scattering countless fragments across the Primordial Wilderness.

After Hongjun became a saint, he collected a large number of Jade Disc fragments, which provided powerful assistance for his later breakthrough to the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal of the Origin realm.

Still, a small number of fragments remained lost in the Primordial Wilderness.

It seemed Wu Mo was quite lucky—one trip out and he'd found a piece.

Wu Mo nodded: "Originally, I followed Your Venerable's instructions, took the treasure, and was about to leave. But Hong Yun came too fast. In the chaos, I somehow fell into this space. After finding I couldn't get out, I searched around and discovered the Jade Disc fragment."

"I suppose misfortune turned into fortune."

Wu Mo handed the fragment to Styx.

This thing would be far more useful in Styx's hands.

Besides, it wasn't a consumable. Once Styx no longer needed the fragment, it would eventually fall back into Wu Mo's hands.

So Wu Mo didn't mind.

The two left that strange space and then returned to the Blood Sea.

But on the way, they heard Di Jun's voice echoing from the starry sky.

"Heavenly Dao above, I, Di Jun, observe that the myriad races of the Primordial Wilderness are now withering. I wish to establish a new race, named Demon! All who bear fur and wear armor, born of moisture or hatched from eggs, shall be demons! Let the Heavenly Dao witness this!"

"Boom, boom, boom!"

A great rumble echoed from the nine heavens above.

Di Jun stared anxiously at the sky—success or failure hung on this single move!

Although establishing the Demon Race had already received the nod from Sage Hongjun, Di Jun still dared not let his guard down until the matter was settled.

Soon, the Heavenly Dao revealed its stance—

A shower of golden light descended, accompanied by vast swaths of Merit Purple Cloud!

"It's merit!"

Smiles broke out on the faces of Di Jun and Taiyi. It was done!

The crowd of demons behind them also erupted in joy.

Di Jun pressed his advantage.

"I, Di Jun, shall be the Demon Emperor of the Demon Race; Taiyi shall be the Eastern Emperor of the Demon Race; Fuxi shall be the Xi Emperor of the Demon Race; Nüwa shall be the Wa Emperor of the Demon Race!"

Then the Merit Purple Cloud descended, bestowing merit upon each according to their status and contributions within the Demon Race.

Di Jun received the most, taking a full three-tenths of all the merit for himself alone.

Taiyi, Fuxi, and Nüwa each received one-tenth.

The remainder was distributed among the rest of the Demon Race.

In short, the entire Demon Race benefited greatly from this.

The fact that Di Jun had gained merit by establishing the Demon Race was already enough to astonish everyone.

But when they heard Di Jun announce the Four Emperors of the Demon Race, the many great powers of the Primordial Wilderness were stunned beyond words.

"Di Jun actually managed to rope in Fuxi and Nüwa. This Demon Race looks pretty strong!"

"This Demon Race is probably set up to rival the Witch Clan, isn't it? I wonder which of the two clans is stronger."

"No need to ask—right now, it's definitely the Witch Clan. The Demon Race only has a few Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals, countable on two hands. Over on the Witch Clan's side, many Great Witches have already become Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals."

"Being strong now doesn't mean they'll be strong later. The Sage is about to give his second lecture, and soon it'll be the era of Quasi-Sages. Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals won't be worth much anymore. But the Witch Clan has no Primordial Spirit, so the Sage's teachings are useless to them. If the Witch Clan can't produce Quasi-Sages, they'll likely be left far behind by the newborn Demon Race."

For a time, the newborn Demon Race of the Primordial Wilderness became the talk of the great powers over tea and idle chat.

Hearing everyone compare their Witch Clan to the Demon Race, the Ancestral Witches were naturally displeased.

"Those two feathered beasts set up some lousy Demon Race, and they dare to put it on the same level as our Witch Clan? Watch me go over and slap them all to death!"

The speaker was Gonggong, the Water Ancestral Witch.

Zhu Rong, who had always been at odds with him, immediately sneered in mockery.

"Hah, with you? Don't get beaten down and embarrass our Witch Clan—that'd be the best you can hope for!"

Gonggong instantly flared up: "Zhu Rong, what do you mean by that!"

Seeing that the two were about to come to blows, Hou Tu raised her delicate face and said sternly, "All of you, silence! Have you fully comprehended the cultivation techniques bestowed by Father God? And you're still bickering here?"

Zhu Rong and Gonggong both shut their mouths sullenly.

The Witch Clan wasn't the only one displeased by the Demon Race's establishment.

The Eastern Duke felt the same way.

In the Eastern Duke's view, Di Jun establishing the Demon Race and gathering all who bore fur and armor, born of moisture or hatched from eggs, under his command—this was stealing his own job!

There were no small number of such beings in the Primordial Wilderness—at least six-tenths of all its living creatures.

Now that Di Jun had become the Demon Emperor, governing so many beings, what did that make him, the Leader of Male Immortals?

Wasn't he just a decoration now?