Primordial Era: Reborn as a Qi Immortal, Steadily Cultivating

Chapter 23 Pure Yang Dao Heart
Just as Ma Yuan was living a secluded life on Skull Mountain, concentrating on his seclusion.

Above the thirty-three heavens.

The aftershocks of the recently concluded Heavenly Wedding Ceremony are only just beginning to unfold.

Inside the Demon Court Palace.

On the imperial throne, which symbolizes supreme power.

The Demon Emperor Di Jun was discussing the future plans of the Heavenly Court with his younger brother, Donghuang Taiyi.

The blessings from the Heavenly Marriage made the auras of the two brothers even more unfathomable.

Di Jun now possessed an aura of imperial majesty recognized by the Heavenly Dao, while Tai Yi was surrounded by an even more ferocious and domineering battle intent.

“Brother, that Eastern King Duke is courting death! He dared to turn his back and leave in front of all the immortals of the primordial world. This is the greatest contempt for our Heavenly Court!”

Taiyi's voice, like a resounding bell, echoed throughout the hall, filled with undisguised killing intent: "Now that our demon race is at the height of its fortune and its strength has greatly increased, we should seize this opportunity to gather a large army and wipe out the Zifu Continent of the East Sea in one fell swoop, and completely erase that so-called Immortal Court from the primordial world!"

In his view, the existence of the Eastern King Duke was like a thorn in the side of the demon race's Heavenly Court.

I won't be happy until this is gone.

Upon hearing this, Di Jun slowly shook his head.

"Taiyi, please be patient."

He began, “Our demon race now has two great enemies.”

"Firstly, there is the Wu tribe, who dwell in the primordial land and do not respect the heavens or the saints."

When the Witch Clan was mentioned, even the arrogant Taiyi showed a hint of solemnity in his eyes.

"Those twelve Ancestral Witches were all formed from the essence and blood of Pangu. They were born with the power to wield a law. Although they did not cultivate primordial spirit techniques, their physical bodies were so strong that they were almost indestructible."

Although my demon race has now received the merit of a heavenly marriage, if we were to engage in a full-scale war with the witch race, we would likely only end up with both sides suffering heavy losses, ultimately benefiting others for nothing.

Di Jun calmly analyzed the situation.

"The Wu Clan should not be acted upon lightly in the short term."

Taiyi said in a deep voice:
“Brother is absolutely right. Those barbarians who only know how to use their fists are indeed a tough nut to crack.”

However, compared to the Witch Clan, the Eastern King Duke's Purple Mansion Celestial Court was nothing more than a rabble of scattered soldiers; what was there to fear?

“That’s exactly right.” A cold killing intent flashed in Di Jun’s eyes. “The Celestial Court is the first stepping stone for my demon race’s Heavenly Court to unify the prehistoric world!”

"Once we destroy the Purple Mansion Continent and plunder all the fortune of the Celestial Court, the fortune of my demon race will surely rise to a new level!"

At that time, we will have even greater confidence to contend with the witch clan for the true right to be the protagonist of this world!

"Brother is wise!" Upon hearing this, Taiyi's fighting spirit surged once more. "There is no time to lose. I will go and gather the demon gods and assemble the army. Within three months, I will make the East Sea a river of blood!"

After saying that, he turned to leave.

"Wait a minute."

Di Jun spoke again, calling out to him.

Taiyi turned around, puzzled: "Is there anything else you need, brother?"

Emperor Jun slowly rose from his throne and paced around the empty hall.

“Even a lion will use all its strength to fight a rabbit.”

"Although the Eastern King Duke is arrogant and conceited, he is still the head of the male immortals personally appointed by the Dao Ancestor. He also possesses a merit treasure such as the Dragon Head Cane. Moreover, he has gathered many powerful rogue cultivators from ancient times under his command. He should not be underestimated."

"What we want in this battle is not just victory, but a resounding and overwhelming triumph that will utterly crush the Celestial Court!"

Only in this way can we deter the wicked and evil of the primordial world, and truly let the divine might of our Heavenly Court resonate with the people.

He looked at Taiyi and said in a deep voice, "To ensure everything goes smoothly, I need to ask for another helper before we send out the troops."

Upon hearing this, Taiyi was slightly taken aback: "Help? With our Heavenly Court now strong and well-equipped, who is there that you, brother, would personally go to invite?"

A meaningful smile appeared on Di Jun's lips.

"The primordial world is vast, and countless talented individuals have emerged. In the depths of the Northern Sea, there still dwells an old friend whose speed surpasses all others in the primordial world, and whose mind is as cunning as a fox..."

"He has always been ambitious, but he has been suffering from a lack of official status. Now, in the name of the Heavenly Emperor, I offer him a position as a master of the demon race and invite him to join in this grand undertaking. I do not believe he can refuse such a great temptation."

……

Meanwhile, in the distant East China Sea, there floats a sacred mountain—Zifu Continent—atop a vast expanse of blue waves.

Unlike the domineering aura of the demon race's Heavenly Court.

The place is shrouded in ethereal mist and auspicious clouds, giving it a serene and tranquil atmosphere befitting a celestial realm.

However, beneath this tranquil surface, a tense and oppressive atmosphere had already permeated the air.

Inside the main hall of the Celestial Court.

The Eastern King, dressed in a purple robe, sat solemnly in the main seat, his face ashen. The raging fire he had brought back from the Heavenly Court still burned fiercely in his heart.

The Queen Mother of the West, dressed in an elegant palace gown, stood gracefully beside him, her cool face filled with deep worry.

"Brother Dao, you're back."

The Queen Mother of the West spoke softly, breaking the deathly silence in the hall.

"The demon race's Heavenly Court has now obtained the merit of a heavenly marriage, and its fortune is at its zenith. Moreover, Di Jun is ambitious and is by no means a benevolent person."

His words in Heaven today, ostensibly a warning, were in reality a declaration of war.

"I predict that within a thousand years, the demon army will surely besiege my East Sea."

She looked at the Eastern King Duke with a hint of pleading in her eyes:
"Brother Dao, the best course of action now is for us not to confront them head-on again."

"It would be better to temporarily avoid direct confrontation, consolidate the power of the Celestial Court, defend the Purple Mansion Continent, and then unite with other forces unwilling to submit to the demon race, gradually taking action. This would be the best strategy."

However, after hearing her words, Dong Wanggong suddenly slapped the armrest and stood up abruptly!

"Temporarily avoid the limelight? Or proceed cautiously?!"

His voice was filled with endless anger and resentment.

"Fellow Daoist! How can I temporarily retreat?"

"That Emperor Jun, in front of all the immortals of the primordial world, ordered me to disband the Celestial Court and register with him, treating me like a lackey! If I were to tolerate such a humiliating disgrace, how could I, the Eastern King Duke, possibly stand in this primordial world?!"

He gripped the dragon-headed cane tightly, his eyes burning with fierce fighting spirit.

"He, Di Jun Taiyi, is a three-legged golden crow born from the sun, and is naturally endowed with the utmost yang energy!"

“But I, the Eastern King Duke, am the first wisp of primordial pure Yang energy to take form in the world. In terms of origin and essence, in what way am I inferior to him?!”

"I am the head of the male immortals personally appointed by the Dao Ancestor, and I govern all immortals on behalf of Heaven. This is the mandate of Heaven! The demon race is nothing but a bunch of hairy, horned beasts. How dare they claim to be the legitimate rulers of Heaven and Earth? It's utterly ridiculous!"

The more Dong Wanggong spoke, the more excited he became, and an indomitable and unyielding pride rose from his body.

Looking at him like this, a deep sadness flashed in the eyes of the Queen Mother of the West.

She knew that her attempts to persuade her were futile.

"But brother, the demon race is now very powerful..."

"So what if they're powerful?!" Dong Wanggong abruptly interrupted her.

He turned around, looked directly into the eyes of the Queen Mother of the West, and said, word by word.

"Fellow Daoist, do you know what we cultivators cultivate?"

"What we cultivate is a courageous, diligent, and unwavering Daoist heart!"

"If today, I were to be filled with fear and choose to retreat because of the power of the demon race, then my pure and immaculate Dao heart would be tarnished and cracked!"

"Once the Dao heart is flawed, one's cultivation will never make any further progress in this life! At that time, how will I be different from a walking corpse?!"

"This is not the way that I, the Eastern King, seek!"

He gripped the dragon-headed cane tightly, and the dragon head on the cane let out a roar that shook the heavens.

"I'd rather die standing than live on my knees!"

"Let Di Jun and Tai Yi come at me! I want to see whether his True Fire of the Sun is more powerful, or my innate pure Yang energy is superior!"

Looking at her Daoist partner, whose fighting spirit soared to the heavens and who had already disregarded his own life and death, the Queen Mother of the West silently closed her eyes.

She knew that an epic battle, one that would stain the entire East China Sea with blood, was now inevitable.

(End of this chapter)