The Immeasurable Calamity Comes to an End!
I have two requests.
Lin Yunji spoke up,
"First, from this day forward, the Demon Race will be removed from its position as the protagonist of the Primordial World."
Fuxi nodded, his smile extremely bitter.
In this great calamity, the Demon Race suffered heavy losses.
Three Quasi-Sage, hundreds of Daluo Golden Immortal, and countless demon immortals were annihilated.
The Demon Race now has less than one-third of its original strength.
How could he possibly hold onto his position as the protagonist of the Primordial World?
If Lin Yunji is unwilling to save the Demon Race
It's likely that the remaining members of the Demon Race will all die at the hands of Daoist Mosquito.
The Demon Race had no other choice.
Compared to being the protagonist of Primordial World, the continuation of life is obviously the most important thing.
"Second point..."
As Lin Yunji spoke, his lips moved slightly, directly transmitting his voice into Fuxi's mind.
"What?!"
Upon hearing Lin Yunji's words, Fuxi was visibly shaken.
He looked at Lin Yunji with an incredulous expression, his eyes fixed intently on Lin Yunji's eyes.
His expression was filled with grief and indignation.
But soon, as if he had figured something out, he threw his head back and laughed wildly!
"Okay! Okay! I promise you!"
"If the Demon Race is about to perish, what right do I have to be Demon Emperor!"
"Since things have come to this point, what harm is there in sacrificing myself for the Demon Race?!"
Looking at Fuxi's expression, Lin Yunji a little helpless.
He knew very well that Fuxi had most likely misunderstood him.
His second request to Fuxi was simple: that he commit suicide as the Demon Emperor.
He is now the Demon Emperor, and most of the Demon Race race's fortune rests on his shoulders.
As long as he lives, the Demon Race race's destiny will not end.
Even if the Demon Race has now relinquished its position as the protagonist of the Primordial World,
After a period of rest and recuperation, they will surely make a comeback.
At that time, the Demon Race race will likely be drawn into the struggle for the protagonist's destiny in the Primordial World again.
Therefore, he must die.
But death is not the end.
Lin Yunji had already thought of a way out for Fuxi.
In some ways, this is an incredible stroke of luck!
"Godfather! Godfather!"
The Little Golden Crow wailed loudly. He vaguely understood what Fuxi meant.
Fuxi's words meant he was willing to die to prove his loyalty!
The first thing the ten Golden Crow saw after they were born was Fuxi.
It was also Fuxi who raised them and taught them how to cultivate themselves.
Although Fuxi was not their biological father, his nurturing and guidance were just like that of a biological father!
"Don't cry! We won't lose face!"
Fuxi spoke to the Little Golden Crow.
Upon hearing Fuxi's words, the Little Golden Crow nodded, forcefully stopping its tears.
"Can I ask you for one more favor?"
Fuxi turned around and looked at Lin Yunji again, asking him a question.
"Go ahead and say it."
Lin Yunji nodded.
"After my death, the Demon Race will have no more Demon Emperor!"
"He was originally a descendant of Eastern Emperor Taiyi and the Demon Emperor Dijun,"
"After I die, let him become your disciple!"
The Little Golden Crow is a descendant of Taiyi Dijun, and also his adopted son and disciple.
After his death, if any changes occur in the Demon Race in the future...
The Little Golden Crow is the most likely and most qualified to inherit the Demon Emperor's throne.
But at this moment, Fuxi had already realized that the Demon Race could no longer contend for Primordial Wilderness.
He didn't want the Little Golden Crow to go down a dead end in the future.
Furthermore, he didn't want the Little Golden Crow to hold a grudge against Lin Yunji.
"Can."
Lin Yunji nodded slightly.
Even before Fuxi uttered the Unseen word, he already knew what the other party wanted to say.
For him, taking on an apprentice wouldn't actually be a loss.
Moreover, in terms of background, Little Golden Crow is indeed qualified.
"Little Golden Crow, you should become his disciple!"
Fuxi spoke to the Little Golden Crow.
The Little Golden Crow suppressed its grief; Lin Yunji had first killed Taiyi and Dijun, and now he was going to force Fuxi to his death.
He already hated Lin Yunji to the core.
However, he dared not disobey Fuxi's words.
He knelt down abruptly before Lin Yunji and bowed deeply three times on the ground.
"Master, please accept this bow from the Little Golden Crow!"
Lin Yunji accepted the Little Golden Crow's obeisance.
He then reached out, and an invisible force lifted the Little Golden Crow up.
"Get up. From this day forward, you are my disciple, Lin Yunji."
"Once you join my sect, all past grievances will be wiped clean."
"The you of the future will have nothing to do with the you of the past."
"The name 'Little Golden Crow' is no longer suitable for you. Let me give you a Buddhist name!"
"From this day forward, your Buddhist name will be Lu Ya!"
"Yes! Lu Ya thanks Master for bestowing upon him the Dharma name!"
Lu Ya said respectfully.
As Lu Ya finished speaking, the Heavenly Dao trembled slightly in the the Unseen.
His original karma and destiny changed instantly.
His originally the Unseen fate had already changed at this moment.
"Then I can rest assured."
Fuxi sighed deeply, his brows relaxed, as if he had finally let go of his last worry.
He turned slightly and looked at the Empress Wa Palace behind Lin Yunji.
His eyes gazed into the distance, and inside the Empress Wa Palace, a slender figure was also looking in his direction.
Their gazes met across a great distance.
Finally, Fuxi gave a wry smile, and then suddenly turned around.
"Lin Yunji! She... is in your hands now! Take good care of her!"
Having said that, Fuxi didn't wait for Lin Yunji's reply.
He reached out and slapped himself hard on the top of his head!
With this palm strike, Fuxi shattered his own Primordial Spirit on the spot!
His three souls and seven spirits instantly shattered and dissipated!
As soon as his Primordial Spirit died, cracks appeared on his physical body.
Then his figure gradually crumbled and disintegrated, eventually vanishing into nothingness.
The Demon Emperor Fuxi thus perished.
With the fall of the Demon Emperor, the fate of the Demon Race was completely extinguished at that moment.
From this moment on, the position of protagonist in the Primordial World has once again slipped away.
At the moment of Fuxi's death, Lin Yunji reached out his hand.
Fuxi's previously scattered primordial spirit was immediately drawn by an invisible force and landed in his hand.
"Master?"
Lu Ya hesitated, looking nervously at Fuxi's primordial spirit in Lin Yunji's hand.
"The Demon Emperor Fuxi is dead, but Human Emperor Fuxi will be born in the future."
"The Human Emperor will be one of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, and will have the fortuitous opportunity a saint."
Lin Yunji said casually.
His words left Lu Ya completely dumbfounded.
But quickly, after regaining his senses, he hurriedly bowed to Lin Yunji in gratitude.
"Thank you, Master!"
Lin Yunji nor denied Lu Ya's gratitude.
He simply held Fuxi's primordial spirit in one hand, and then spoke again.
"The Demon Emperor is dead, and the great calamity of the Demon Race race has come to an end!"
"From this day forward, the Demon Race shall relinquish its leading role in the Primordial Wilderness Continent, and the Human Race shall rise!"
Lin Yunji spoke these words to all beings in the Three Realms and Six Paths.
His voice boomed and resounded throughout the Three Realms and Six Paths. Everyone heard it clearly.
The Demon Emperor is dead; the Human Race shall rise!
As if in response to Lin Yunji's words, the Heavenly Dao also trembled.