Different hearts, Kunpeng the Demon Master?

His next words immediately startled everyone.

"I wonder if you all know that Beast Emperor Shen Ni has already reached the peak of the Quasi-Saint realm. If he breaks through in the way of slaughter and attains Sainthood, the entire Primordial World will be plunged into a tremendous catastrophe."

At those words, everyone rose to their feet.

"Impossible!"

Even the Three Pure Ones were utterly astonished.

Only through their long years of accumulation, coupled with Wang Shi's help, had they severed their Three Corpses and joined the ranks of the strongest Quasi-Saints.

What entitled Shen Ni to do the same? How could he have severed his Three Corpses so easily?

Their shock was understandable. Nothing so terrifying had ever happened in the entire Primordial World.

The Beast Emperor had come from ancient times, and slaughter was already in his nature. If he truly had broken through to the Quasi-Saint Peak, then allowing the Fierce Beast Tribulation to run rampant would surely plunge the entire Primordial World into peril.

Wang Shi's expression grew grave. He kept feeling that something was wrong.

He had already sensed something unusual during the last lecture at the Purple Firmament Palace.

There were clearly supposed to be six Saints, yet nine seats had appeared in the Purple Firmament Palace.

And now, the Fierce Beast Tribulation, which had already died out, had actually resurfaced.

Moreover, Beast Emperor Shen Ni had severed his Three Corpses in one stroke and reached the Quasi-Saint Peak. With his cunning, killing him would be almost impossible.

This time, the Primordial World would surely face a true crisis.

Just then.

Demon Emperor Dijun revealed another shocking piece of news.

"Not long ago, Ancestor Minghe sent word that Beast Emperor Shen Ni had seized a portion of the Blood Sea Origin. The Fierce Beast Tribe can grow stronger with every kill, until they become completely uncontrollable."

Taishang Laozi's expression turned grave, his former composure gone.

"The Blood Sea Origin is no trivial matter. The Blood Sea was born in the foulest place in the Primordial World, where all its Baleful Qi gathers. With the Blood Sea Origin, the Fierce Beast Tribe will likely become impossible to contain."

"Ancestor Minghe couldn't possibly be unaware of what was at stake. How could he have agreed?"

Bai Ze spoke helplessly.

"Daoist Kunpeng must have meddled in this matter. Our Demon Tribe's Demon Emperor Taiyi has already gone to the Northern Darkness Sea to invite him here."

Wang Shi vaguely sensed a pair of invisible hands manipulating the course of the entire Primordial World.

Previously, the Witch Clan and Demon Tribe had reconciled, removing the opportunity for a great war.

Now, a Fierce Beast disaster had immediately appeared. In other words, whoever was behind this would never allow the Primordial World to develop peacefully.

Was this the natural evolution of the Primordial World's Great Dao, or was Dao Ancestor Hongjun meddling behind the scenes?

Or was some other force pulling the strings?

Chaos in the Primordial World offered Dao Ancestor Hongjun no real benefit. He had yet to truly achieve Dao Integration.

Only after the Three Lectures at Purple Firmament Palace would he gain the Heavenly Dao's recognition and become its true incarnation, the sole being to achieve Dao Integration.

But now, with the Primordial World in turmoil, the course of the Heavenly Dao had changed in an instant.

Did that mean Hongjun's future had changed as well?

For a time, Wang Shi's thoughts were tangled. He had too little information to reach a conclusion for now.

One thing he was certain of, however, was that this Fierce Beast uprising would not be easily quelled.

Ancestral Witch Dijiang frowned.

"Your Majesty, the demons govern the heavens, and the witches govern the earth. Our two peoples jointly rule the Primordial World, and we have a duty to ensure its safety."

"What should we do now? Please give us a plan, Your Majesty."

Demon Emperor Dijun was equally helpless. He turned his gaze toward Bai Ze beside him.

Bai Ze simply shook his head.

He had no good solution either.

The Demon Emperor then looked expectantly at the Three Pure Ones.

"Fellow Daoists, the three of you are already the strongest beings beneath the Saints in the Primordial World. Perhaps..."

Heavenly Venerable Yuanshi waved him off.

"I know what you mean, Your Majesty. You simply want the three of us to eliminate Beast Emperor Shen Ni."

"The problem is that you don't understand the Blood Sea's abilities. Blood-Droppers exist within it. As long as the Blood-Droppers survive, the Blood Sea survives, and Minghe remains undying."

"The Beast Emperor is now the same. As long as the Fierce Beasts survive, he cannot die. Even we cannot kill him."

Demon Emperor Dijun fell silent.

There was simply no solution.

The Water God Gonggong could stand it no longer.

"What's there to discuss? Just unite the peoples of the Primordial World and fight one final war! The winners rule the Primordial World, and the losers die with their entire tribes. Why agonize over it?"

With his explosive temper, he could not bear this at all.

Wang Shi chuckled.

"Everyone has their own calculations, yet none of us sees as clearly as Ancestral Witch Gonggong."

"If his trump card lies in the Fierce Beasts, then wipe out every last one."

"We'll see whether they breed faster than we can kill them."

"There's nothing to hesitate over. Send out the troops!"

Dijiang looked at the Demon Emperor with a grave expression.

"The Witch Clan and Demon Tribe should form a joint army to face this disaster together. I know there are small bands of fierce beasts in the Heavenly Court as well, but those are merely a smokescreen. Their true army is still in the Primordial World."

Demon Emperor Dijun shook his head.

"I understand what you mean, Lord Dijiang, but this matter is too important. I must discuss it with Taiyi."

"And Kunpeng's matter must be dealt with as well. Everyone, we shall take our leave."

He left the Pangu Temple in haste.

Deep down, he sensed that this might be an excellent opportunity for the Demon Tribe to rise.

As the Twelve Ancestral Witches, the Three Pure Ones, Wang Shi, and the others watched him leave, they immediately understood one thing.

"Ah, the heart is truly unfathomable. I fear the Demon Emperor has begun entertaining crooked thoughts."

Ancestral Witch Dijiang sighed softly.

No one disputed it. There was no need to elaborate on something everyone could see.

Just as he had said, Demon Emperor Dijun certainly had other designs. Yet without the Witch Clan and Demon Tribe joining forces, this great war could never be fought through to its conclusion.

Wang Shi sighed softly.

"If the Witch Clan had to commit all its strength, I imagine none of you would be willing either?"

The Twelve Ancestral Witches nodded in unison, Houtu included. None of them were fools who would sacrifice the Witch Clan's interests for others.

"Masters, let's go. There's no point staying here. Let's return to our Buzhou Mountain Divine Hall and cultivate in seclusion."

Wang Shi strode away without ceremony.

The Three Pure Ones exchanged glances. They, too, knew that trying to persuade anyone now would be pointless.

"We shall take our leave."

Within the Heavenly Court.

Eastern Emperor Taiyi arrived at the Heavenly Court with Lord Kunpeng in his grasp.

"Elder Brother, this old rascal is incredibly fast. He nearly got away."

"If my Chaos Bell couldn't suppress time and space, I would never have been able to trap him."

Demon Master Kunpeng frowned.

"Your Majesties, why have you abducted me? I have done nothing to offend the Heavenly Court!"

Demon Emperor Dijun gave him a curious look.

"You created demon script and established written texts for our Demon Tribe, allowing our legacy to endure for ten thousand generations. That is an achievement towering to the heavens."

"I wish to appoint you as the Demon Tribe's Demon Master. Would you be willing, Lord Kunpeng?"

Demon Master Kunpeng was greatly startled.

His expression shifted uncertainly.

If he could obtain the title of Demon Master, the Demon Tribe's current fortune would surely allow his strength to advance by leaps and bounds.

This was something he had once dreamed of.

Otherwise, he would never have proclaimed himself Demon Master.

Before, the title had been self-appointed. Now, it would carry official recognition. Its worth spoke for itself.