Primordial Era: Reborn as Kunpeng, starting by swallowing the Styx River

Chapter 24 Demon Ancestor Supreme

Kunpeng paused, looking at Dijun and Taiyi blocking his way, and a chilling glint appeared in his eyes.

"What's wrong? Have you two recovered from your injuries?"

A mocking sneer played on Kunpeng's lips. From within his sleeves, the Yuan Tu and A Bi swords emitted a faint clang, and a chilling aura of killing intent instantly locked onto the two of them.

"If you feel that the last battle in Beiming was not satisfying enough, I would not mind sending you on your way here outside Zixiao Palace today."

Sensing the terrifying killing intent rushing towards him, Taiyi's body instinctively stiffened, and he subconsciously prepared to summon the Chaos Bell.

The crushing defeat in the Battle of Beiming remains a lingering shadow in his heart, especially the sword wound on his chest that has not yet fully healed, which still aches faintly.

"Wait! Fellow Daoist Kunpeng, you've misunderstood!"

Seeing this, Di Jun quickly stepped forward, grabbed Taiyi's arm, forced a smile, and bowed deeply to Kunpeng:

"My brother and I blocked your path today with no malicious intent, nor to cause trouble."

"Oh?"

Kunpeng raised an eyebrow, but did not restrain his aura. He still looked down at the two of them and said indifferently, "Since there is no malice, then a good dog does not block the way. Get out of the way."

These extremely humiliating words made Taiyi's face turn red with anger, his eyes blazing with fury, but he was held down firmly by Dijun.

Di Jun took a deep breath, suppressing the humiliation in his heart, and said in a deep voice:

"Fellow Daoist Kunpeng, let's not beat around the bush."

"My brother and I have come here today because of a tremendous opportunity that we wish to share with you, fellow Daoist. It is also to settle the karmic debts of the past in the Northern Underworld and to establish a grand plan for the future of our demon race."

"Opportunity? Grand plan?" Kunpeng scoffed. "What opportunity could you two stray dogs possibly have to speak of?"

Di Jun's expression turned serious, and he stopped beating around the bush and spoke directly:

"Fellow Daoist possesses the great merit of creating the world, creating Daoist texts, establishing the Demon Sect, and is recognized by the Heavenly Dao as the teacher of all demons."

"However, Fellow Daoist cultivates the Great Dao of Freedom. Although you hold the title of sect leader, you have no intention of dealing with those complicated and trivial matters. Now, in the prehistoric world, there are countless races. Without a strong unifying force, the demon race is nothing but a disorganized mess."

"My brother and I are unworthy, but we have established the Heavenly Court, intending to act as the guardians of Heaven and govern all spirits."

At this point, Di Jun suddenly looked up, his gaze fixed intently on Kunpeng:

"As long as you agree and acknowledge that my Heavenly Court is the legitimate successor of the demon race, all the demons under heaven will be under the jurisdiction of the Heavenly Court."

"Then, our Heavenly Court is willing to honor you, fellow Daoist, as the Ancestor of Demons!"

"Ranked above the Heavenly Emperor and the Eastern Emperor, enjoying the blessings of the Heavenly Court! To be eternally worshipped by billions of demons!"

"The Demon Ancestor..."

Upon hearing this, Kunpeng's coldness softened slightly, but he quickly began to make calculations in his mind.

The difference between a demon master and a demon ancestor may be only one word, but they are worlds apart.

The former was merely a subject, while the latter was an ancestor.

Although Di Jun's plan was brilliant, he wanted to use his name to rightfully rule the demon race.

But these conditions are indeed tempting.

Without firing a single shot or handling any mundane affairs, he was able to freely share in the Heavenly Court's fortune.

This is a colossal entity that will one day rule half of the prehistoric world. This immense fortune will allow him to gain a head start on the path of cultivation.

More importantly, this was tantamount to turning the Heavenly Court into a subordinate of his demonic cult.

No matter how glorious the Heavenly Court may become in the future, at its core, it must always be addressed as its ancestor.

"You think you can use my power to achieve your hegemonic ambitions with just empty words?"

Although Kunpeng was tempted, he remained outwardly calm and coldly said:

"Di Jun, your plan is a bit too shrewd. You think you can get me, Kunpeng, to endorse you with just a hollow title?"

Seeing Kunpeng release its grip, Di Jun felt relieved, knowing that there was hope for this matter.

He gritted his teeth, turned to look at Taiyi beside him, and said in a deep voice, "Second Brother!"

Taiyi looked conflicted, her eyes filled with reluctance, but under her elder brother's stern gaze, she finally sighed.

With a flick of his wrist, a gourd radiating a purple-white light appeared in his palm.

It was the fourth gourd that grew on the gourd vine of Buzhou Mountain—the Purple and White Immortal-Slaying Gourd!

"This is the Immortal-Slaying Gourd, containing innate immortal-slaying energy, specifically designed to destroy the physical body and primordial spirit. It is a top-grade innate spiritual treasure primarily for killing."

Taiyi, suppressing the pain in his heart, presented the gourd with both hands.

"Today, I will use this treasure as an apology for my past offense against you, Fellow Daoist Beiming."

Kunpeng's gaze fell on the gourd, and with a sweep of his divine sense, he knew that this object was extraordinary.

This gourd contains a flying knife capable of slaying immortals, capable of fixing a person's primordial spirit and beheading them without fail. It is indeed a rare and formidable weapon, perfectly matching his ruthless and domineering style.

"Not enough."

Kunpeng took the gourd, played with it for a while, but did not put it away. Instead, he shook his head slightly.

"You think you can exchange a top-grade spiritual treasure for the title of legitimate successor of the demon race? Do you think the word 'legitimate successor' is just some cabbage growing on the roadside?"

Upon hearing this, Di Jun's noodles twitched slightly.

This Kunpeng is truly insatiable!

But he had no way out.

"If that's the case..."

With a determined look, Di Jun produced a branch in his hand, burning with blazing golden flames and radiating pure yang energy.

The tree branch was crystal clear, as if it were carved from red agate, and it was filled with the rich essence of the primordial fire.

"This is the place where my second brother and I were born, a section of the original branch of the Fusang Divine Tree on the Sun Star."

Di Jun's voice trembled slightly. This was the true origin of one of the ten innate spiritual roots. If a section of it was damaged, who knows how many eons it would take to recover.

"Although you cultivate the Way of Taiyin Beiming, as the saying goes, yin alone cannot produce, and yang alone cannot grow."

"If you, fellow Daoist, receive the assistance of this Fusang Origin, you will surely achieve the unity of Yin and Yang, and advance further in the Great Dao!"

"How about I exchange these two items for your kind words, fellow Daoist?"

Looking at that section of Fusang's origin, Kunpeng finally revealed a hint of satisfaction in his eyes.

He is indeed stuck at the critical juncture of Yin-Yang fusion. If he has the Fusang Origin, combined with the pure Yang Law in his body, it will be enough to make his Yin-Yang Dao reach perfection!

"good."

With a wave of his sleeve, Kunpeng unceremoniously took the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife and the Fusang Origin into his sleeve.

Since he had already given enough benefits and given enough face, he was naturally happy to go along with it.

"Di Jun, Tai Yi, since you are so sincere, then I will grant your wish."

Kunpeng's expression turned solemn. Although his voice wasn't loud, it was amplified by his magical power and instantly spread throughout the entire chaos, even faintly penetrating the primordial world:

"I am Kunpeng, the Demon Ancestor!"

"Now we are grateful to the Heavenly Emperors Jun and Taiyi, who are in accordance with the Way of Heaven and have the virtue of ruling over all spirits."

"By imperial decree: The Heavenly Court shall be the legitimate authority of our demon race! All demons under heaven may enter the Heavenly Court, be subject to its control, and jointly promote the demonic path!"

"Boom—"

As soon as Kunpeng spoke, the Heavenly Dao was moved.

The previously waning fortune of the Heavenly Court suddenly surged like oil being poured over a raging fire!

A massive golden dragon of fortune rose from the thirty-third heaven, letting out a roar that shook the primordial world.

Within this fortune, a significant portion transformed into a golden light that entered Kunpeng's body, making his already unfathomable aura even more obscure and difficult to understand.

"Thank you, Demon Ancestor!"

Feeling the surge in the Heavenly Court's fortune, and seeing the ancient demons' previously hesitant attitude instantly turn into a fervent desire to submit, Di Jun and Tai Yi were overjoyed and quickly bowed to Kunpeng.

This bow was both an expression of gratitude and a confirmation of their relationship.

From this day forward, the Heavenly Court of the Demon Race has truly been established!

"You'd better watch yourself."

Kunpeng accepted the bow but said nothing more, and didn't even seem to want to go to the Heavenly Court for a visit.

With a flicker, he transformed into a streak of light and headed straight towards the Northern Sea.

Now that they've already gotten their share of the benefits, let those two deal with the mess themselves.

He was in a hurry to go back into seclusion and comprehend the method of severing the three corpses that he had just heard about.