Two Thousand Years: Rapid Development of the Demon Clan

Using Pangu's Primordial Spirit as an opportunity, he then told them about his ten-year dream.

Of course.

Dijiang did not tell them the truth.

Instead, he borrowed Pangu's decree and forbade them from taking part in the struggle between Heaven and Earth.

"So that's how it is!!"

"Big Brother, you're too wicked. You could've just said it was Father God Pangu's decree. Why did you have to beat us until we hurt so badly?"

"Pay up. You have to compensate us for our losses."

"That's right. I still have hundreds of broken bones, and my essence blood nearly ignited."

"..."

Once Pangu's Primordial Spirit appeared.

Whatever Dijiang said, they believed.

Seeing this, Dijiang could not help but let out a sigh of relief.

"Don't worry. There'll be no shortage of benefits for you."

Pointing at the shelves, Dijiang reminded them, "Don't underestimate the things on those shelves. They're all crafts passed down by Father God Pangu."

With Pangu's name attached.

The eyes of the Ancestral Shamans instantly blazed with fervor.

In the blink of an eye, they swallowed the pills.

Before long, Zhu Rong, the first one injured, had recovered.

"Hundred-Turn Golden Elixir? What kind of miraculous pill is this? Its medicinal effect is terrifying."

"Not only did it heal my injuries, my Flame Law has actually broken through to fifty percent."

Zhu Rong held the pill in his hand and looked at Dijiang with delight.

"Great Blood Sacred Pill—the immense essence blood within it shocked me. It actually allowed me to break through on the spot!!"

"As expected of a pill formula passed down by Father God Pangu. It truly is incomparably domineering. I broke through too."

"Wonderful! With these spirit pills, reaching the late Quasi-Sage stage is just around the corner."

"..."

After taking the pills, the Ancestral Shamans discovered that they were exceptionally effective.

They were countless times better than directly devouring natural treasures.

"Big Brother, did you really refine these pills?"

Zhu Rong looked at Dijiang with a face full of shock.

"Didn't you say such things were distractions from proper cultivation?"

Dijiang pulled a stern face.

"Big Brother, I was wrong."

"Your Sixth Brother was blind and failed to recognize Big Brother's abilities."

"If you're still angry, you can beat me up again."

"But you have to keep the pills coming!!"

Though he had just been grimacing in pain.

"Hmph, what use would beating you be?"

"Luckily, your Big Brother has some real skills. Otherwise, you would've spat me to death by now."

Dijiang ignored him and instead wore an icy expression.

"This!!!"

Seeing this, Zhu Rong did not know what to do for a moment.

He could only anxiously pace in circles.

That pleading look in his little eyes completely amused the other Ancestral Shamans.

"Sixth Brother, Big Brother is just joking with you."

"Big Brother is broad-minded. How could he possibly be so petty?"

"You big brute, you always speak without restraint. Now you know you were wrong, don't you!!"

"..."

As they teased Zhu Rong, the Ancestral Shamans burst into laughter.

Dijiang let out a sigh of relief.

Under this double pressure, these unruly younger brothers and sisters had finally become obedient.

Only then could he better carry out his next plan.

"I need your natal essence blood."

Pangu's Primordial Spirit contained many secret arts, as well as numerous methods for cultivating laws.

Among them, the most supreme was the Law of Strength cultivated by Pangu.

What was strength?

It encompassed all things.

It was the power of the Metal Law, the power of the Time Law, and the power of the Water Law.

It could be said that strength was everywhere.

And the simplest, fastest method of cultivating the Law of Strength was to gather the essence blood of the Twelve Ancestor Witches.

Of course.

More importantly, Dijiang needed to lay the groundwork for what came next.

"I thought it was something serious. Isn't it just a drop of essence blood?"

"Forget one drop—even ten or a hundred drops. As long as Big Brother needs them, you can have as much as you want."

"Haha, everyone knows you, Ru Shou, are a miser. Since when did you become so generous?"

"..."

In no time, the Ancestral Shamans began joking and bickering again.

"What I'm talking about is not ordinary essence blood, but Father God Pangu's essence blood."

The Ancestral Shamans, who had just been laughing and playing around, all fell silent at once.

The Twelve Ancestor Witches had achieved everything they possessed because of the Pangu Essence Blood within their bodies.

If anyone else had said this, they would have already swarmed forward and killed that person.

Even if a Sage Realm expert dared to speak such words, they would fight to the death.

This was the foundation of their Great Dao, the capital of their lives.

At their current cultivation, extracting it would not kill them.

But without this drop of essence blood, Pangu Orthodoxy would be nothing but a joke.

This was their greatest pride.

If it disappeared one day, would that not be more unbearable than killing them?

At this moment, the Three Pure Ones had gathered together.

"If the Witch Clan does not emerge, the Immeasurable Tribulation cannot be resolved!!"

Taiqing Saint looked at Yuanshi and Tongtian.

"Weren't they always so capable? Why did they suddenly turn cowardly this time?"

The Witch Clan calling themselves Pangu Orthodoxy displeased Yuanshi greatly.

Because in the Primordial World, there was only one Pangu Orthodoxy.

That was the Three Pure Ones.

Those who had obtained only a few scraps of knowledge dared to stand alongside the Three Pure Ones.

Previously, they might have turned a blind eye.

But now, they had become saints.

Just as they were preparing to deal with the Twelve Ancestor Witches, they discovered that the Witch Clan was actually the protagonist of the next Immeasurable Tribulation.

Since they were all fated to die anyway, they abandoned the thought of taking action.

But Heavenly Dao Hongjun had issued a decree, and the Witch Clan had instead hidden away.

"Then I'll make a trip there!!"

Tongtian looked at Laozi and Yuanshi.

One was his eldest brother, while the other was his proud and arrogant second brother.

That meant such a task could only be handled by him, the third brother.

Of course.

Tongtian was willing to go because the Witch Clan suited his tastes better.

He wanted to see whether he could keep the Witch Clan and absorb them into his Intercepting Sect.

"It has only been a thousand years. There is no need to rush."

Taiqing Saint looked at Tongtian as though he had seen through his thoughts.

"Then what about our teacher's decree?"

Yuanshi looked at Taiqing Saint in confusion.

Since Third Brother was willing to go, why stop him?

"The course of Heaven is merely a matter of sooner or later."

There was one thing Taiqing Saint did not say.

That was, at their roots, they and the Witch Clan could be considered one family.

Therefore, if they could avoid showing themselves, they should do so.

Even if they did show themselves, they had to help the Witch Clan.

If they plotted against their own family.

If word got out, how much would it damage their reputation?

"I'll listen to Big Brother."

Seeing this, Tongtian said no more.

Time passed in a flash, and another thousand years went by.

The Demon Clan's Heavenly Court swept across the world with unstoppable momentum.

Throughout the Thirty-Three Heavens, aside from the seven heavens belonging to the saints, the Demon Clan had already occupied all twenty-seven heavens.

Especially after the heavenly marriage of Di Jun and Xi He, their prestige had reached its peak.

Heavenly Court!!!

High Heavens Palace.

After two thousand years of development.

The Demon Court had entered its stride, and the Celestial Palace operated smoothly, with each department performing its duties.

At the morning court.

Di Jun sat in the foremost seat of the Heavenly Emperor.

Below him were Eastern Emperor Taiyi, Sovereign Fuxi, Demon Master Kunpeng, Demon Empress Xi He, and Moon Goddess Chang Xi.

Below them were the Ten Demon Marshals: Ji Meng, Yingzhao, Feilian, Nine-Headed Infant, Shangyang, Qinyuan, Iron-Biter, Ghost Chariot, Bai Ze, and Fei Dan.

Besides them.

There were also three hundred and sixty-five Demon Gods.

Every seat was filled.