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

He opened his eyes and sensed his new state. It seemed rather wonderful.

It seemed he could no longer touch the material world within the Primordial World.

Not only solid objects—even spells, divine abilities, space, and the like were beyond his touch.

It was as though he existed in another dimension.

Yet he could clearly sense Hongjun's state of mind and seemed able to exert some influence upon it.

Hongjun frowned at this moment. He had actually discovered that someone was spying on him.

But there were no other living beings nearby, so he turned his gaze toward Luo Hou.

Luo Hou did not answer Hongjun. Instead, he laughed. "Hongjun, I will be watching you at all times. Do not give me an opportunity, or I shall take your place. Hahahaha."

After saying that, Luo Hou immediately vanished from the heavens and earth of the Primordial World.

Looking at where Luo Hou had disappeared, Hongjun seemed to gain some understanding of Extraterrestrial Devils.

After Luo Hou made his oath, the many Demonic Path Beings knew that the Demon Path had truly lost. They would withdraw from the Primordial World and become Extraterrestrial Devils.

The Demonic Cultivators were deeply dejected.

The Dao Sect cultivators also ceased their attacks. After all, they did not wish to provoke these defeated foes into fighting to the death.

After all, Luo Hou's oath still stood.

As for those Demonic Path Primordial Golden Immortals who had gone to war against the Hidden Races, some had already fallen, such as those who had attacked the Black Tortoise Clan and White Tiger Clan.

Others had succeeded, but now they felt no joy whatsoever.

At this moment, the entire Dao-Devil Conflict seemed to have drawn to a close.

Among the many Dao Sect cultivators, Emperor Jun was an exception.

He did not release Wutian and continued to roast him with Solar Trueflame.

He intended to deny Wutian even the chance to become an Extraterrestrial Devil.

Wutian was still resisting, and after hearing Luo Hou's oath, his resistance became even fiercer.

For that oath meant he could still follow his master.

He believed in his master. Even if he left, he would surely return to the Primordial World one day.

At the instant Luo Hou completed his transformation, all the Demonic Cultivators learned the true nature of Extraterrestrial Devils.

Countless Demonic Path Beings could not help crying out miserably, "How could it be like this?"

They actually had to transform even their essence as living beings. Could they still be considered beings of the Primordial World?

Yet Luo Hou's next command gave them no time to grieve.

Extraterrestrial Devils were neither living nor dead, so they should naturally give the present beings of the Primordial World a grand gift with these lives.

Mutual destruction was something Luo Hou had always excelled at.

His final command was for all Demonic Path Beings to fight desperately and instantly unleash their greatest power.

For the time to transform into Extraterrestrial Devils had arrived.

However, he was the Devil Ancestor and could help Demonic Path Beings prolong the time somewhat, though only by a little.

Wutian naturally received his master's message as well. His face twisted into a savage grin as he looked at Emperor Jun.

He had never abandoned his hope of survival, but now he no longer needed it.

A portion of Emperor Jun's attention had never slackened and had remained fixed on Wutian.

The moment he saw Wutian's expression, he instantly realized something was wrong.

Wutian drew the Eleventh Grade Black Lotus into his body and continuously squeezed out the black lotus's Origin Essence to replenish himself.

At the same time, he was also squeezing his own body dry, sparing neither Origin Essence nor flesh and blood.

A skeletal corpse brandished its Long Halberd within the Solar Trueflame and charged at Emperor Jun.

Wutian had only the time for one strike, only one opportunity, so he wagered everything.

The black lotus's Origin Essence, his own Origin Essence and flesh, the Long Halberd's Origin Essence, and more.

For this strike, he disregarded life and death, his eyes locked firmly onto Emperor Jun.

You have roasted me with Solar Trueflame for so long. It is time to repay me.

Wutian's skeletal form grinned viciously.

He was certain that if this strike landed on Emperor Jun, that damned Golden Crow would be severely wounded even if he did not die—and it would be a grave injury that might not heal even after endless ages.

Emperor Jun naturally saw Wutian's condition within the Solar Trueflame.

Without the slightest hesitation, he directly used the Rainbow Transformation Art and fled tens of thousands of li away, though his awareness remained focused on Wutian's condition.

He was no fool. Wutian was clearly fighting for his life at this moment, at the height of his ferocity and combat strength. Why should Emperor Jun waste his effort battling him head-on?

Thus, he fled tens of thousands of li away while continuing to watch Wutian closely.

At this time, the sounds of battle rang out once more in many places. No, most were sounds of self-destruction—Demonic Cultivators detonating themselves.

This was the greatest damage most Demonic Cultivators without secret techniques could inflict.

Wutian stared at Emperor Jun's retreating figure and froze, his movements coming to a halt.

He had forgotten that this damned Golden Crow was peerless in speed.

At such a tragic and heroic moment for him, the Golden Crow had simply run away.

He had actually run away!

Though Wutian was now nothing but bones, he felt a ball of rage building in his chest with nowhere to vent it.

"Ah!"

Wutian swung his Long Halberd, erupting within the Solar Trueflame. In an instant, he extinguished all the Solar Trueflame around him.

He could not match Emperor Jun's speed, nor did he have time to chase him. He could only extinguish some Solar Trueflame to soothe his frustration.

Emperor Jun merely watched Wutian's actions from afar, with no intention of approaching.

Of course, it was equally impossible for Wutian to escape.

At this distance, Emperor Jun was absolutely confident that Wutian could not get away.

"Emperor Jun!"

Wutian roared through gritted teeth, his voice filled with rage and grievance that he had no way to vent.

Slowly, Wutian's figure began transforming, until Emperor Jun could no longer see him with the naked eye, though he could still sense him with his awareness.

This was...

An Extraterrestrial Devil?

Seeing Wutian's transformation with his awareness, Emperor Jun could not help thinking this.

Emperor Jun had naturally heard Devil Ancestor Luo Hou's oath. He had merely thought that Devil Ancestor Luo Hou would lead the many Demonic Cultivators to live outside the Primordial World.

He had not expected becoming an Extraterrestrial Devil to involve such a transformation.

He abandoned any thought of approaching Wutian. Faced with a lifeform beyond his understanding, Emperor Jun did not dare act rashly.

As Wutian transformed, he actually sensed Emperor Jun's awareness.

"Emperor Jun, do not give me an opportunity, or I will make you wish you were dead!"

Wutian's words landed directly upon Emperor Jun's mind before vanishing.

Emperor Jun looked toward the direction in which Wutian had disappeared and could not help frowning.

Extraterrestrial Devils?

This kind of divine ability that struck directly at the mind seemed to be something he had heard of in his previous life.

Understanding dawned upon Emperor Jun.

So this was what Extraterrestrial Devils were.

Were they not simply beings that tempted cultivators into falling into demonhood?

Emperor Jun naturally knew that these Extraterrestrial Devils were far more powerful than those he had heard of in his previous life.

But now that he understood part of their nature, he could prepare corresponding methods.

So these were Devil Ancestor Luo Hou's Extraterrestrial Devils. No wonder they were obstacles to attaining the Dao, moving alongside the Dao.

Emperor Jun thought to himself.

After Wutian disappeared, Emperor Jun returned to his original position.

The Eleventh Grade Black Lotus and the Long Halberd floated in the air, but neither Innate Spiritual Treasure retained any spiritual radiance.

With a single glance, Emperor Jun knew that the Origin Essence of both Innate Spiritual Treasures had been depleted.

To replenish them, he would still need to find a place rich in spiritual energy that matched their attributes and allow them to recover slowly.