Chapter 63: Kunpeng Willing to be the Demon Master

In the Thirty-Three Heavens, Di Jun and Taiyi stood proudly, surrounded by the aura of an Emperor.

Several figures stood below, all gazing upward, their faces unable to hide their joy.

The swirling golden auspicious clouds gathered, growing larger and larger, nearly covering the entire Thirty-Three Heavens.

After a long while, amidst the excited gazes of the crowd, the auspicious clouds above trembled slightly.

Two massive golden long dragons descended, plunging directly into the bodies of Di Jun and Taiyi.

In an instant, golden light shone for ten thousand zhang, the surging aura of the Emperor poured out and churned, and two powerful auras surged upward.

Borrowing the gathering of Heaven and Earth Luck, Di Jun and Taiyi both broke through to the Great Luo Golden Immortal Peak.

Before the crowd could even exclaim, several smaller long dragons descended from the swirling auspicious clouds.

The gazes of Fuxi and the others in the scene tightened, and then they were submerged by the golden light.

Immediately, several fluctuations rose, and without exception, every person's face was filled with joy.

Having obtained the gathering of Heaven and Earth Luck, even if they had not broken through for the moment, cultivation would be easier in the future.

As the vast amount of luck descended, the auspicious clouds above the firmament slowly faded, no longer perceptible to the crowd.

Fuxi and the others cupped their hands and bowed respectfully: "Greetings to the two Demon Emperors!"

The two women standing beside Di Jun also bowed slightly: "Xihe (Changxi) greets the two Demon Emperor brothers!"

"Hahaha, good, good, good!" Di Jun looked at the imperial aura enveloping his body and laughed toward the sky.

Taiyi stood to the side, his cold, stern face also carrying a hint of joy.

The Demon Court had just been established, and to have such a great harvest was truly beyond their imagination.

Di Jun looked at the dashing Fuxi below, and the more he looked, the more he liked him.

Borrowing the might of the Chaos Bell to look down upon the ten thousand races of the Primordial World was Fuxi's suggestion; he had not expected the effect to be so astonishing.

"Fuxi!"

"Demon Emperor!" Hearing Di Jun's call, Fuxi immediately stepped forward.

Di Jun glanced at the motionless Nuwa, then his booming voice rang out: "I am the Demon Emperor; Fuxi, Nuwa, you two are also Demon Emperors, your status is not below mine."

The two possessed strong Daoist arts and were among the Three Thousand Guests of Purple Heaven Palace; more importantly, Fuxi suited his intentions well, and he, Di Jun, was not a small-minded person.

Fuxi was slightly stunned, but he did not refuse and respectfully accepted the order: "Many thanks, Demon Emperor!"

Nuwa, waiting on the side, saw Fuxi's gaze sweep over and had no choice but to slowly step out: "Many thanks, Demon Emperor!"

Regarding the scene just now, Nuwa was also shocked in her heart.

Such a massive, visible amount of luck was truly shocking.

If one were to absorb all that luck, one might be able to break the shackles of the Great Luo and step into a new realm.

Di Jun did not care about Nuwa's indifference; it was Fuxi he favored.

Fuxi cupped his hands and loudly suggested: "Demon Emperor, the Demon Court has just been established; we must use thunderous means to shake the world so that we can gather the hearts of the ten thousand races of the Primordial World."

"What does the Demon Emperor Fuxi suggest?" Di Jun nodded.

Once recognized by Heaven and Earth, and then displaying the strength of the Demon Court, the ten thousand races would naturally submit.

"The Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin clans!" Fuxi smiled slightly, his expression relaxed.

Di Jun and Taiyi above heard this and pondered for a moment, already understanding the deep meaning within.

The Dragon Clan controlled the scaled creatures, the Qilin Clan ruled the beasts, and the Phoenix Clan vied for the top among the birds.

After the Dragon-Han Calamity, the Qilin Clan vanished, but the Dragon Clan still controlled the Four Seas; although the Phoenix Clan had declined, the Phoenix Prince was still active in the Primordial World and was one of the Three Thousand Guests of Purple Heaven Palace.

The three clans were weak, but their remaining prestige still existed; seizing their luck to shock the ten thousand races would solidify the Demon Court.

"Good!"

Di Jun loudly praised; it was indeed the Fuxi he cherished.

Outside Wuzhuang Temple on Wanshou Mountain, Kunpeng stood in the air, his face gloomy. Since returning from the Chaos, he had been tailing Hongyun, but who would have thought that the other party was inseparable from Zhenyuanzi, and once they arrived at Wuzhuang Temple, they never came out again.

After waiting in vain for several hundred years, Kunpeng gave up the idea of waiting any longer.

The Second Sermon of Purple Heaven Palace was imminent, and more importantly, the gathering of Heaven and Earth Luck in the Demon Court gave Kunpeng a very ominous feeling.

Glaring hatefully at the distant Wuzhuang Temple, Kunpeng turned and fled toward Beiming.

He had to break through to the Great Luo Golden Immortal Peak as quickly as possible to prepare for the Second Sermon of Purple Heaven Palace.

With a faint silver light flickering around his body, his figure fled rapidly through the void.

In the endless void, a sudden 'Clang' sound rang out, space shattered, and Kunpeng fell out in a sorry state.

The familiar bell sound—he had just heard it, and long ago, he had even experienced it personally.

Kunpeng looked up; a figure stood in the distant sky.

The figure was slender, the face cold and stern, and the whole body radiated the tyrannical aura of an Emperor looking down upon the world.

That increasingly sharp aura made Kunpeng's gaze tighten slightly: "Taiyi! What is the meaning of this?"

Kunpeng had no good feelings toward this person.

He was the eldest legitimate son of Yuanfeng; during the Dragon Han First Tribulation, he had once chased and killed the son of Zulong, the Great Sun Heavenly Dragon, under Mount Buzhou, but was injured by Taiyi with the Chaos Bell.

The strike from the Innate Supreme Treasure forced him to seal himself in the cold of the ten-thousand-year black ice in Beiming to heal, causing him to miss the last meeting with Yuanfeng.

"The Demon Court is newly established; as the former Phoenix Prince, you can be the Demon Master!" Taiyi's eyes were half-closed, his words carrying an unquestionable tone.

Hearing this, Kunpeng immediately frowned, his heart already knowing Taiyi's deep intention: to recruit him to rule the birds of the Primordial World.

His cushion at Purple Heaven Palace had been snatched, Kunpeng was already furious, he had been punched by a stone man on Mount Buzhou, and Taiyi had injured him before; naturally, it was impossible for him to agree.

"Kunpeng has no intention of participating in the disputes of the Primordial World, farewell!"

Having said that, Kunpeng turned and left.

The Wu Clan was vying for hegemony over the Primordial World, and Di Jun and Taiyi had established the Demon Court; the chaos of the Primordial World was already set, and he did not want to muddy these waters.

"Clang!"

A bell toll, even louder than the one before, rang out as Kunpeng stood in the air with a livid expression.

"Taiyi! Do not go too far!" Kunpeng gritted his teeth.

If not for the fact that the other party held the Chaos Bell, he, Kunpeng, would have already struck.

Taiyi, standing silently in the air, did not speak; the Chaos Bell suspended above his head shone with five-colored brilliance, and the holy might of Chaos rolled forth.

"Fine, fine, fine! Today, I, Kunpeng, shall experience the power of your Innate Supreme Treasure!" He was, after all, one of the Three Thousand Guests of Purple Heaven Palace, and Taiyi was truly giving him no face at all.

With a great roar, Kunpeng flew off, transforming into a colossal divine bird that blotted out the sky as it ascended.

Surrounded by Yin-Yang Extreme Qi, Kunpeng had eyes only for that rotating Chaos Bell.

Taiyi's figure did not move, only his eyes lifted slightly, accompanied by the explosion of a deep, resonant bell toll.

The Yin-Yang Extreme Qi shattered, and with a miserable shriek, Kunpeng fell directly toward the Great Desolate land.

Before he could even steady his figure, another bell toll followed in the air.

With his physical body cracking and his Primordial Spirit trembling, Kunpeng was terrified. "Stop! Stop! Kunpeng is willing to be the Demon Master!"

The Chaos Bell suppressed time and space; he had not even managed to unleash his ultimate speed before being severely wounded by two bell tolls.

The Innate Supreme Treasure was truly terrifying! "Good!" Taiyi responded silently.

Fearing not that Kunpeng would go back on his word, he rose and headed straight for the Demon Court.

At the same time, above the firmament, a streak of golden dragon-like light poured down and submerged into Kunpeng's body.

As luck gathered, the injuries in his body healed in a flash, yet Kunpeng showed no joy; instead, his expression became even uglier.

(End of this chapter)