Primordial: I, Emperor Jun, Only Want to Build the Primordial World — Part 13

What he needed to do now was accumulate enough foundation to break through to the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal realm as soon as possible.

When Emperor Jun entered the battlefield once more, he finally understood the use of being well-known.

Such fame did little for his own camp beyond earning the reverence of Golden Immortals and those below them.

But to the enemy camp, the Demon Path had prepared for him the same treatment Wutian had once received.

The moment he entered the battlefield, seven or eight Golden Immortals would surround him. They did not even seek to kill him, only to keep him entangled until the battle ended.

Emperor Jun did not react much to this. So long as it was a Dao Path he had never encountered before, he would fight them.

But once he encountered a Dao Path he had already seen, he would no longer battle them. Instead, he would shake off those Golden Immortal Demonic Cultivators.

After all, Emperor Jun was not Wutian. Even Wutian, a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal, could not catch up to his speed.

How could a mere seven or eight Golden Immortals possibly stop him?

Thus, Emperor Jun joined a battle every so often, then continued digesting the gains he had made from it.

Ever since Emperor Jun's battle with Wutian, he had never seen Wutian again.

That was normal enough. Wutian was now a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal, so he could not possibly remain among the Golden Immortals' circle of battle.

The Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals on their side would not permit such a thing either.

From what he had seen in the Golden Immortals' battles, the Dao-Devil Conflict appeared to have grown even fiercer.

After noticing this, Emperor Jun had contacted Wangshu to inquire about the news on their side.

Quite a few Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals had actually fallen recently. Aside from the most intense period when the Dao-Devil Conflict had first erupted, Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals rarely perished.

Moreover, the main reason for their deaths was that the Demon Path's Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals had grown increasingly frenzied. Even if it meant trading their lives away, they would not hesitate.

Wangshu and the others were also speculating over why the Demon Path's Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals had reacted this way.

Only after learning this did Emperor Jun confirm that the Dao-Devil Conflict had now become increasingly violent.

With this in mind, Emperor Jun became ever more cautious in the battles that followed.

After all, in the Primordial legends he knew, there was very little information regarding the Dao-Devil Conflict. Emperor Jun only knew that the final outcome had been tragic; as for what had happened during it, he truly had no idea.

Still, this did not hinder Emperor Jun from fighting Demon Path cultivators and witnessing all sorts of Dao Paths. Though most were demonic paths, every living being's demonic path differed by a thousand variations.

He constantly built up his foundation, seeking to break through to the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal realm more successfully.

That day, as usual, he was fighting seven or eight Golden Immortals.

Suddenly, a Twelfth-Grade Black Lotus appeared in the sky, with a figure standing at the center of its black lotus throne.

His posture was upright, and demonic flames surged to the heavens.

With the Black Lotus's appearance, an immense pressure blanketed the entire region.

It covered not only Golden Immortals and living beings beneath them, but even the areas where Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals and Primordial Golden Immortals were fighting.

Under such circumstances, countless living beings could no longer remain suspended in the air and could only fall helplessly onto the ground.

Golden Immortals could barely remain standing, while only Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals could stand easily upon the Primordial Land beneath this pressure.

Only Primordial Golden Immortals could still remain in the air.

Under this pressure, Emperor Jun felt that he could stand, but flying through the air was still exceedingly difficult.

Emperor Jun sensed that beneath this pressure, he could not even use the Rainbow Transformation Art.

In other words, before this person, he did not even have a chance to flee.

Yet Emperor Jun was not discouraged. Judging from this appearance, this should be the Devil Ancestor—Luo Hou!

At the same moment Luo Hou appeared, four figures immediately emerged upon the battlefield.

One had white hair and beard, a kind and benevolent appearance, and an exceedingly gentle aura.

One wore a stern expression. The moment one's gaze fell upon him, heaven and earth and all things seemed to turn upside down, leaving right and wrong indistinguishable.

One gave off a sense of vast tolerance, as though heaven and earth themselves could be contained within his breast.

One wore a daoist robe patterned with yin-yang fish, with yin and yang revolving harmoniously around him.

Emperor Jun recognized the four at a glance: Dao Ancestor Hongjun, Ancestor Diandao, Ancestor Qiankun, and Ancestor Yinyang.

Whether the Four Ancestors or Luo Hou, their images had been passed from mouth to mouth by countless living beings on this battlefield of the Dao-Devil Conflict.

"Fellow Daoist Luo Hou, rather than comprehending the Great Dao of heaven and earth atop Mount Sumeru, what brings you here?" Dao Ancestor Hongjun asked with a smile, his expression kind and benevolent.

"Could it be that Fellow Daoist Luo Hou wishes to fight another battle?" Ancestor Diandao asked sternly, staring at Luo Hou.

Beside them, Ancestor Qiankun and Ancestor Yinyang narrowed their eyes. They had already prepared for battle, and their expressions even held a trace of eagerness.

They wished for nothing more than Luo Hou to fight them to the death. After all, Luo Hou could never be a match for all four of them combined.

Any one of them alone might have to flee in defeat before Luo Hou, but two could barely hold him off. Three could fight him to a draw, perhaps even gain a slight upper hand.

As for all four joining forces, they could suppress Luo Hou—but killing him would be exceedingly difficult.

Over the years, they had clashed many times.

"Hongjun, Inversion, Yinyang, Heaven and Earth."

Luo Hou stood atop the black Lotus Throne with one hand behind his back, his gaze sweeping across the faces of the four.

Of the four, the one Luo Hou feared most was that benevolent-looking Hongjun. Even now, he had yet to fathom Hongjun's true depths.

He had even considered finding an opportunity to meet Hongjun alone, but Hongjun had never given him the chance.

Either he could not find Hongjun at all, or when he did find him, Hongjun was never alone.

As for the other three, Luo Hou had more or less figured them out.

Emperor Jun looked up at Luo Hou and the Four Ancestors, silently wondering: Are they about to fight? Could I survive the aftermath of their battle?

"Don't you find the current Dao-Devil Conflict far too dull?"

Luo Hou continued.

This Dao-Devil Conflict, which had caused the deaths of countless living beings, was actually dull in Luo Hou's eyes?

"Dull? What do you mean by that, Fellow Daoist Luo Hou?"

Hongjun asked.

"Now, you control the Eastern Primordial Desolation, while the Western Primordial Desolation is controlled by my Demon Path."

"The four of you keep a close watch on me. The moment I make a move, you will surely follow. Thus, neither you nor I can make a move."

"My Demon Path alone cannot break in either. The Dao-Devil Conflict can be said to have reached a stalemate."

Luo Hou analyzed the current situation.

In truth, the situation in the Primordial Desolation was already quite clear. Aside from a few Hidden Races, only the Dao and Demon sides remained.

As for those Hidden Races—the dragons, phoenixes, Qilin, Black Tortoise, white tigers, and the like—neither the Dao nor the Demon side wished to concern themselves with them for now.

Once the overall situation had been decided, those races would inevitably follow the great tide of the Heavenly Dao.

"If this continues, the outcome of the Dao-Devil Conflict will remain nowhere in sight."

Luo Hou continued.

"Fellow Daoist Luo Hou is right. Since that is the case, I ask that Fellow Daoist Luo Hou lead your people back to the Western Primordial Desolation, so that living beings may be spared from devastation."

Dao Ancestor Hongjun said.

"Hongjun is right. Since you, Luo Hou, think this is improper, then return to your west."

Ancestor Yinyang immediately said.

"Are you truly willing to let my Demon Path occupy half of the Primordial Desolation's fortune?"

The expressions of Inversion, Heaven and Earth, and Yinyang did not change, but none of them spoke. That alone revealed their stance.

Naturally, they were unwilling to let the Demon Path occupy half the Primordial Desolation's fortune, but at this moment, they could think of no good solution.

Hongjun still smiled as he said, "If we are unwilling, will Fellow Daoist Luo Hou simply offer up half of the Primordial Desolation's fortune with both hands?"

"Dream on!"

"I am equally unwilling to let half of the Primordial Desolation's fortune remain in your hands. In fact, I can no longer wait."

Hongjun, Inversion, Yinyang, and Heaven and Earth all looked at Luo Hou in confusion. They knew Luo Hou was impatient, but they had not expected him to say it outright.

"Hongjun, Inversion, Yinyang, Heaven and Earth!"

Luo Hou's voice suddenly rang out, loud enough for most living beings in the Primordial Desolation to hear.

"Three thousand years from now, I, Luo Hou, will set up the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation on Mount Sumeru and await your arrival."

"If I win this battle, I will claim the other half of the Primordial Desolation's fortune. If you win, then all of the Primordial Desolation's fortune shall belong to you."

In the eyes of Emperor Jun and the other living beings, Luo Hou and the Four Ancestors had faced off against one another for a time, after which they heard Luo Hou issue his challenge.