Primordial Era: Reborn as a Qi Immortal, Steadily Cultivating

Chapter 27 The Demon Master Returns
The Northern Sea.

Outside Kunpeng Palace.

Kunpeng, dressed in a black robe and with a slender figure, stood before the palace gate.

His sinister eyes calmly gazed at the two uninvited guests before him.

"May I ask what brings Your Majesty to this desolate and cold land of Beiming?"

Kunpeng's voice was hoarse and deep, revealing no emotion.

It was as if the people standing before him were not the sovereigns of heaven and earth who could control his destiny, but two ordinary seekers of enlightenment.

Di Jun looked at the powerful figure who had been famous since ancient times and smiled warmly, yet with an air of imperial majesty.

"Fellow Daoist Kunpeng, why be so formal?"

He slowly began to speak, “We are both demons, and Taiyi and I regard you as the most intelligent and strategic pillar among our demon race, apart from you and me, the two brothers.”

"I have come today for the sake of the billions of lives of my demon race, and for the eternal glory of my demon race. I have come to invite you, fellow Daoist, to come out of seclusion and join me in this grand undertaking!"

Upon hearing this, Kunpeng lowered his eyelids slightly, concealing the fleeting glint in his eyes.

"Oh? I wonder how Your Majesty wishes for this humble Taoist to participate in this grand undertaking?"

His heart was already churning with turmoil, but he remained outwardly calm.

As one of the three thousand guests of Zixiao Palace, he witnessed the rise of the demon race's heavenly court and the magnificent scene when the merit of the heavenly marriage descended.

It would be a lie to say that I am not moved.

In the primordial world, the path of cultivation becomes increasingly difficult as one progresses.

He was fortunate enough to enter the realm of quasi-saint.

But the road ahead is long and the path to sainthood is uncertain.

To advance further, besides endless years of arduous cultivation, the only possibility is to take advantage of the great power of heaven and earth and steal that boundless fortune.

Now, the greatest power lies with the demon race!

Seeing Kunpeng's reaction, Dijun was already seventy percent certain.

He stopped beating around the bush and directly offered what he had prepared beforehand, a bargaining chip that no powerful figure could refuse.

"I wish to establish the position of Demon Master in the Heavenly Court!"

Di Jun's voice became solemn and dignified.

"The Demon Master is one who assists the Heavenly Emperor above and teaches all demons below!"

"All the billions of beings of my demon race, regardless of their origins or backgrounds, must respect you as their teacher and heed your teachings!"

"His position is above the Ten Great Demon Saints, and only below me and the Eastern Emperor!"

"I wish to use this honorable position to invite you, fellow Daoist, to my Heavenly Court. From now on, we will be one ruler and subject, sharing the destiny of this Demon Court and working together to achieve unparalleled hegemony! What do you say, fellow Daoist?!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire Northern Sea seemed to fall silent.

Even someone as cunning as Kunpeng couldn't help but catch his breath when he heard the words "Demon Master"!
The army of ten thousand demons!

What an exalted position this is! And what immense fortune this represents!
He was originally a guest in Zixiao Palace, but when the Dao Ancestor was preaching, his seat was taken away by the Old Ancestor Hongyun, which he considered a lifelong disgrace.

Although he possessed the cultivation of a quasi-saint, he remained a solitary figure, without any foundation or support.

Now, Di Jun is promising more than just a position in the Demon Court.

It is also an unparalleled glory that allows him to rightfully stand at the pinnacle of the primordial world!

Once he agrees to this matter, he will no longer be that reclusive cultivator in the depths of the Northern Darkness, but the master of the entire demon race!

He will share in the fortune of billions of demons!
With this good fortune, his future path of cultivation will surely be smooth sailing!
Of course, risks and opportunities coexist.

Once he took this position, he was completely bound to the demon race.

If a great calamity were to erupt in the future, he would be at the center of the disaster, with no way out.

However, for a powerful being like Kunpeng with a steadfast mindset, this was a different story.

What are a few risks?
The path of spiritual cultivation is inherently a struggle against heaven, against earth, and against humanity!
If one is timid and hesitant, how can one attain enlightenment?

Countless thoughts raced through Kunpeng's mind.

Finally, he slowly raised his head, and there was no longer a trace of hesitation in his sinister eyes.

He bowed deeply to Di Jun and Tai Yi, performing the traditional courtly salute between ruler and subject.

"This sinful subject, Kunpeng, ignorant of destiny, has dwelled in the Northern Darkness for countless ages, nearly missing out on a great opportunity." "Now, thanks to the Heavenly Emperor and the Eastern Emperor's personal invitation, Kunpeng... is willing to sacrifice himself for the sake of the demon race's hegemony, even unto death!"

"Greetings, Your Majesty the Heavenly Emperor!"

Upon seeing this, Di Jun burst into laughter, his voice shaking the entire world.

"Good! Good! Good!" Di Jun personally stepped forward and helped Kunpeng up.

"With the Demon Master's assistance, what is there to fear in my ambition to conquer the world?! Once I have pacified the Purple Mansion Continent, I will hold the grandest investiture ceremony for the Demon Master in the Demon Court Palace!"

From then on, the Lord of the Northern Underworld won over, and the Heavenly Court of the Demon Race was greatly strengthened!

……

Di Jun and Tai Yi did not linger in Bei Ming for long.

After receiving Kunpeng's promise, they immediately returned to the Thirty-Third Heaven.

They began making final preparations for the upcoming great battle.

Inside the Demon Court Palace.

Emperor Jun sat high on the imperial throne.

Two ancient and profound treasures floated before him.

A jade map, with stars scattered across it, seems to contain the trajectory of the stars in the celestial sphere.

A jade book, inscribed with bird-script and insect-script characters, records the changes and evolution of mountains and rivers.

It was the supreme innate spiritual treasure—the Hetu Luoshu.

This treasure is a top-grade spiritual artifact used to deduce celestial secrets and calculate formations.

Emperor Jun sat upright on his throne, his eyes slightly closed, his mind completely absorbed in the moment.

He was calculating.

Calculate the various celestial events and variables involved in this campaign against Zifuzhou in the East Sea.

He knew that the twelve barbarians of the Wu tribe must be watching coldly from the sidelines on the prehistoric land at this moment.

They were hoping the demon race and the celestial court would fight to the death so they could reap the benefits.

Therefore, this battle must be won quickly!

We must wipe out the Eastern King Duke's Celestial Court from the primordial world with overwhelming force, in the shortest time, and at the lowest cost!

This is the only way to deter the witch tribe to the greatest extent and prevent them from acting rashly.

As Di Jun deduced, the Hetu and Luoshu shone with light, and countless mysterious runes appeared and disappeared.

Gradually, a blurry vision of the future began to slowly take shape in his mind.

However, just as he was about to glimpse that crucial secret of heaven.

"His Majesty!"

Outside the hall, the respectful voice of the Demon Saint Bai Ze could be heard.

Di Jun frowned slightly, a hint of displeasure flashing through his mind as he was interrupted from his deductions.

But he knew that Bai Ze was always steady and reliable.

I would never bother myself at this moment unless it was something urgent.

"What's the matter?"

"Your Majesty, a fellow Daoist is requesting an audience outside the palace. He claims to be Nuwa's elder brother. Bai Ze dares not act on his own initiative and has come to report this."

"Nuwa's brother?"

Di Jun suddenly opened his eyes, a look of surprise and intense interest on his face.

"Quickly! Invite them in!"

Emperor Jun immediately rose from his throne, intending to greet him personally.

After a while.

The demon saint Bai Ze then led a handsome, refined, and gentle young Taoist priest dressed in a Bagua Taoist robe into the Demon Court Palace.

Upon seeing Di Jun, the Taoist priest merely bowed respectfully and said in a neither humble nor arrogant manner:
"Fuxi, a rogue cultivator from Buzhou Mountain, greets His Majesty the Demon Emperor."

(End of this chapter)