Qing Xuanzi suddenly remembered that there was still such a figure in the Primordial World, and that he possessed Hongmeng Purple Qi.
"Senior Sister Nüwa, handle what comes next. I'll go take a look." Qing Xuanzi took a single step and arrived at the scene.
Hong Yun was being attacked from both sides by Nether River Ancestor and another cultivator. He was already in grave danger as he shouted:
"Explode!" His body rapidly began to swell.
"Not good, this bastard is going to self-destruct." Nether River swiftly retreated.
The other being was about to flee when a massive hand seized him, leaving him unable to move.
"Kunpeng, didn't you run into the Chaos? How dare you show your face again?"
Kunpeng's heart trembled when he heard that. Looking up, who else could it be but Qing Xuanzi?
Now that Qing Xuanzi had appeared, he certainly would not allow Hong Yun to self-destruct.
Ever since seeing Hong Yun, Qing Xuanzi had finally figured out how the Chaos Demon Gods had found the Primordial World.
Pangu had opened the Primordial World, and all the Chaos Demon Gods knew that.
But where exactly was the Primordial World? They had no way of knowing. The Chaos was so vast that it was impossible to search.
Unless they had a target within the Primordial World.
Qing Xuanzi had already recognized Hong Yun as the remnant soul of the Carefree Demon God.
Thus, it was no longer strange that the Chaos Demon Gods could locate the Primordial World.
The Carefree Demon God controlled the Great Dao of Chaos Aura. To put it plainly, it was information.
He was the Chaos Demon God most easily discovered by the other Demon Gods, and also the weakest among them.
The Carefree Demon God constantly emitted signals outward, like a satellite guiding the other Demon Gods.
When Pangu split open the heavens, he had been among the first batch of Demon Gods to die.
Even Luo Hou had planted a beacon on him, constantly thinking of returning to the Primordial World.
Judging by the timing, Luo Hou should soon return to his peak. After all, the Demonic Path was the easiest to recover through.
Its methods were also the strangest and most effective.
Previously, the Destiny Demon God had not detonated the Hongmeng Purple Qi belonging to Hong Yun. He probably intended to take revenge later as well.
As long as Hong Yun remained in the Primordial World, even if he died, his Great Dao would remain behind.
It could likewise serve as a beacon, guiding the other Demon Gods to the Primordial World.
In truth, Qing Xuanzi still did not understand why the Chaos Demon Gods insisted on coming to the Primordial World.
Why was the Primordial World like a cake that everyone wanted to take a bite from?
He had once wanted to ask Hongjun, but there had been too many matters to deal with, and he had forgotten for a time. Now, he remembered.
"Hong Yun, if you want to live, the only way is to do as I say. Understand?"
"Holy Qing Xuanzi, I will forever remember your great kindness. I am willing to follow you."
"Fellow Daoist Hong Yun, you... You're fine? Wonderful! Greetings, Holy Qing Xuanzi."
Zhen Yuanzi finally arrived. Seeing that Hong Yun was unharmed, he was overjoyed.
"Fellow Daoist Zhen Yuanzi, Holy Qing Xuanzi saved me. I have already decided to follow at his side."
"That is excellent. You possess Hongmeng Purple Qi. With Holy Qing Xuanzi protecting you, there could be nothing better."
What Zhen Yuanzi did not say was: Sigh, if you cannot keep the Hongmeng Purple Qi, then offer it up willingly.
Qing Xuanzi suddenly recalled that Zhen Yuanzi possessed the Earth Book and was a natural candidate to become a saint of the Earth Dao.
Since they had met, he should offer a reminder or two. As for whether Zhen Yuanzi could seize the opportunity, that was no longer his concern.
"Zhen Yuanzi, the mysteries of your Earth Book are far beyond what you currently understand.
Study it carefully in the future. Perhaps sainthood may be right before your eyes."
After saying this, Qing Xuanzi led Hong Yun away, leaving Zhen Yuanzi alone to ponder the meaning behind his words.
Upon returning to the Demon Court, Qing Xuanzi threw Kunpeng to the ground. "Remove his two wings first and taste them."
"Kunpeng? You still dared to come back?" Nüwa's face turned livid. He had caused the Demon Clan no small amount of harm.
He had even betrayed the clan. If not for the fact that his cultivation was rather decent, she would have destroyed him long ago.
"Dijun, make the arrangements. I want to have a taste as well."
Bai Ze had someone take Kunpeng away to remove his wings. No one worried that he would escape.
What a joke. What demon could escape after being captured by a saint?
"Senior Sister, have the arrangements been mostly completed?"
"Yes. The Mountains and Rivers State Diagram was originally meant for when the human race faced hardship, to let you gather them together.
But it seems it will no longer be needed for that. I plan to use it to refine a realm called the Demon Realm. What do you think?"
"A good idea. The Mountains and Rivers State Diagram is a supreme innate spiritual treasure. If it becomes the Demon Realm, it may still be slightly insufficient.
How about waiting until I finish refining it before you begin?"
Nüwa understood what Qing Xuanzi meant by refining it.
He should be referring to refining the Mountains and Rivers State Diagram directly into the Thirty-six Petals Divinity Creation Golden Pill.
"Mm."
"Good. Dijun, Taiyi, I think highly of you. After this tribulation, you will both have a share in becoming Mixed Origin Great Luo Golden Immortals."
Dijun and Taiyi were overjoyed. They had not expected such a grand promise to fall from the sky, and hurriedly began declaring their loyalty.
"We will certainly not fail the saint's trust."
"Enough. Go urge them along and see how Kunpeng's feast is coming. I still need to hurry to the Witch Race later."
"Bai Ze, order them to begin the feast at once. If one pair of wings is not enough, remove his two legs as well."
Dijun felt no embarrassment about eating a demon. The Demon Clan often held feasts; which of the things they ate was not a demon?
The difference this time was that those they had eaten before had not developed intelligence.
After the feast, Qing Xuanzi carried Kunpeng with him and left together with Hong Yun.
When they reached the ancestral land of the ancestral witches, he extracted Kunpeng's primordial spirit and said, "Begin the feast. Let's eat while we talk."
Poor Kunpeng's primordial spirit shrank into a corner, motionless as resentment continuously welled up in his heart. How could the Heavenly Dao have lost?
That was the Heavenly Dao, the supreme existence of the Primordial World. Yet it had actually lost.
Fine, it lost. But I had already escaped to the Primordial World, only to return under some cursed impulse and ambush Hong Yun.
Kunpeng even began to wonder whether the Heavenly Dao had possessed him. Otherwise, why would he have dared come back?
"Brother Qing Xuanzi, where did his wings go?"
"The Demon Clan ate them. This fellow is scum among demons. Eating him can be considered reducing a little of his sin."
After hearing that, Zhurong bluntly said again, "Why not just slaughter him? Why keep her alive?"
Qing Xuanzi glanced at Kunpeng's primordial spirit beside him. "Killing him would be letting him off too easily. Keep him. Once he grows a new body, we'll keep eating him."
Upon hearing this, Kunpeng was finished. They were going to raise him like a pig for slaughter. His entire body began to tremble.
He immediately knelt beside Qing Xuanzi. "Holy Qing Xuanzi, please spare this little demon's life. I couldn't defeat the Heavenly Dao either!"
"You truly want a way to live?"
"Please, Holy One, show me a path to survival."
"In ten thousand years, the Witch Race and Demon Clan will wage a great battle, one where only one side survives. If you can stand with the Witch Race
and charge into battle for them, I will give you a chance."
Qing Xuanzi did this because he feared that one or two stubborn members of the Demon Clan might set their sights on the ancestral witches. That would be difficult to control.
It would be better to have Kunpeng serve as a target to draw their fire.
Furthermore, he guessed that the Heavenly Dao had likely played no small part in Kunpeng's return.
According to the great trend left behind by the Destiny Demon God, Kunpeng should have been the spark of the Demon Clan.
Since that was the case, he might as well provoke the Heavenly Dao. Perhaps the great trend left by the Destiny Demon God would reveal a flaw.
After all, in Qing Xuanzi's understanding, the Heavenly Dao's intelligence was much like artificial intelligence.
If he introduced a few bugs into it, perhaps there would be unexpected results.
Kunpeng had no choice. Just as he nodded frantically, Zhunti's miserable cry for help came from the west:
"Dao Ancestor, save me!"
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