Chapter 534

Di Jun's heart felt as if an invisible giant hand had clenched it tightly, a wave of sharp pain.

He could clearly feel that the reason he could possess this peak quasi-sage supreme cultivation, and the reason he could emerge countless yuanhui earlier, was because…… his brother had poured all of his own ninety-nine percent innate origin into him.

"Brother......"

Di Jun let out a mournful cry, his huge body that covered the sky and earth rapidly shrank, transforming into a youth wearing a golden imperial robe, with a handsome and imposing visage; he took a step and arrived before that eggshell.

He reached out his hand, wanting to send back the origin he had just stabilized.

"Elder brother, there's no need for this."

A faint yet exceedingly clear divine sense transmitted from the eggshell.

It was Gu Yuan.

He looked at the older brother before him, full of guilt and gratitude, and felt very satisfied.

The first step of the plan was perfectly accomplished.

From now on, he, Di Jun, is the sovereign of the demon clan, the protagonist who will eventually clash to the death with the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

And he himself was merely a poor little thing who sacrificed himself for his elder brother, frail and sickly, needing careful care.

"Elder brother, we were originally one body. You are the sovereign, I am the minister. Your strength equals my strength."

Gu Yuan's voice was filled with sincerity and resolve.

"This power can only burst forth with the brightest light in your hands, elder brother, leading our demon clan to an unprecedented glory!"

Di Jun's body shuddered violently upon hearing those words.

He looked at the egg with a faint glow, the newly born imperial heart, filled with an indescribable emotion.

Moved, guilty, and a sense of responsibility never before felt.

His younger brother, for his sake and for the future of the demon clan, had actually made such a huge sacrifice.

If he did not accept it, would he not be wasting his brother's painstaking effort?

But if he were to accept it…

"No! I will never enjoy this glory alone!"

Di Jun's voice hoarse, a flash of determination in his eyes: "If I scour the Primordial Wasteland and find that legendary Innate Spiritual Root, I will surely replenish your origin! By then, we two brothers shall once again rule the world together!"

He said, and was about to forcibly pour his own origin power into the eggshell.

However, Gu Yuan had already prepared.

Only see, on the surface of the semi-transparent eggshell, a faint ripple arose, forming an invisible barrier that completely blocked Di Jun's vast origin power from outside.

This was a seal Gu Yuan set up using the last trace of his origin.

He didn't want the pot he had just thrown away to be sent back unchanged.

"Brother, stop." Gu Yuan said weakly, "My mind is made up; if you force this, it will only cause our origins to clash, ultimately hurting both of us."

Di Jun's movement froze.

Just as he was anxious and burning, a flash of inspiration suddenly appeared in his mind.

He recalled that, just earlier, when two opposing yet same-origin forces collided, a most profound insight had flickered in his consciousness.

Severing the Three Corpses…

The Way of the Sage…

Perhaps only by walking that path could he find a truly perfect way to make up for his brother's deficient origin.

Thinking of this, Di Jun's gaze gradually became resolute.

He took a deep look at the quietly floating egg, as if wanting to imprint it forever in the depths of his soul.

"Younger brother, wait for me."

"When I reign over the Primordial Wasteland, that will be the day you are reborn!"

As his words fell, Di Jun hesitated no longer.

He let out a long cry to the heavens, transforming into a golden rainbow piercing heaven and earth, for the first time charging out of the Sun Star, racing toward the boundless Primordial Wasteland.

Inside the eggshell, Gu Yuan watched his retreating back and satisfiedly yawned.

Good.

A tool-man older brother full of drive and fighting goals officially goes online.

Next, he only needed to lie back, recuperate in peace, and wait for the harvest.

This is the correct way to open a vacation.

……

……

Time flowed slowly, unknown how many aeons passed in the snap of a finger.

Above the Primordial Wasteland, winds and clouds shifted.

Since Di Jun's birth, a natural-born sovereign began his campaign.

At the foot of Buzhou Mountain, he chanced upon Fu Xi and Nuwa, who were contemplating the Grand Dao; the three instantly felt like old friends, discussed the Dao for myriad years, and ultimately became Dao companions, plotting great undertakings together.

On the shores of the East Sea, he subdued the unruly demon master Kunpeng, and with supreme power and a sovereign's bearing, took him under his command, ruling over the myriad aquatic creatures of the North Sea.

He traversed the four extremes of the Primordial Wasteland, using the River Chart and Luo Book to calculate the heavenly stars, and refining myriad demon gods with the true fire of the sun.

All beings with spirit, whether beasts of feather and fur or spirits of plants and trees, could enter his command, heed his orders, and were collectively called—demon!

Countless weak races once scattered across the Primordial Wasteland, used as food by the Witch Clan and struggling to survive, finally found a sense of belonging of their own.

They gathered under Di Jun's banner of the celestial stars, coalescing into a terrifying force mighty enough to make the entire Primordial Wasteland take notice.

Finally.

On an auspicious day when the Heavenly Dao was moved.

Di Jun, atop Buzhou Mountain, erected a vast and boundless altar.

He wore the Robe of Sun, Moon, and Stars, donned the Peak-Heaven Crown, and, surrounded by Fu Xi, Nüwa, Kunpeng, and the myriad demon gods, ascended to the highest point of the altar.

"Now, I, Di Jun, feeling the suffering of myriad beings, gathering the power of the celestial demon gods, hereby establish the demon clan, found the Heavenly Court, and with the River Chart and Luo Book suppress the fortune of the demon clan!"

"From now on, heaven has heavenly law, earth has earthly law! All beings of the Primordial Wasteland are under the jurisdiction of my Heavenly Court!"

"I am the Heavenly Emperor!"

"Suppress everything!"

His voice, empowered by magic, spread to every corner of the Primordial Wasteland.

Boom—

Above the Nine Heavens, merit golden clouds gathered, turned into a golden light, and fell upon Di Jun and the host of demon clan Great Sages.

The Heavenly Dao acknowledged the establishment of the demon clan.

In an instant, throughout Mount Buzhou, immortal music echoed, heavenly flowers rained down, myriad demon clans cheered and leapt, their voices shaking the universe.

Seated upon the Heavenly Emperor's Throne, Di Jun looked down at the kneeling myriad races, felt the immense fortune gathering, enough to shake heaven and earth, yet his expression showed little joy.

His gaze pierced the endless void, fixed upon the Sun Star hanging high above the Nine Heavens.

Countless aeons passed.

He had fulfilled his original promise, ruling over the Primordial Wasteland.

Yet his brother's origin remained incomplete.

Whenever he thought of this, his guilt, like a poisonous snake, gnawed at his heart.

His present supreme glory is built upon his brother's sacrifice.

This favor is too heavy.

So heavy that even this Heavenly Emperor finds it hard to breathe.

"Your Majesty, today is the demon clan's great celebration; why do you frown?"

Beside him, Nüwa, seeing his unusual expression, asked softly.

Di Jun came to, forced a smile, shook his head: "Nothing, just remembering an old friend."