Obtain the innate treasure at the beginning of the prehistoric era Chapter 122

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After successfully inviting Taoist Kunpeng to join the demon clan, the Sun Palace did not remain immersed in joy for too long.

Di Jun and Tai Yi sat in the main hall with solemn expressions, Kun Peng and a group of demon gods stood below them, and the atmosphere in the hall was a little depressing.

Di Jun frowned, glanced at everyone, and slowly said: “Although the joining of Fellow Daoist Kunpeng has made our demon clan even more powerful, but you all know that compared with the twelve ancestors of the witch clan, the number of our demon clan’s true top core masters is still too small, far less.”

He paused for a moment, a trace of worry flashing in his eyes, “Although the demon gods such as Bai Ze are strong, they can only be compared with the great witches of the witch clan, and it is difficult to compete with the ancestor witches.

Even though Taiyi and I are confident that our own strength is not weak, and we have the Chaos Bell in our hands, we are still unable to defeat four hands when facing a large number of ancestor witches.

Therefore, we still need to attract more strong people to join the demon clan.

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Taiyi nodded slightly and agreed, “Brother, what you said is very true. But among the many top powers in the prehistoric world, there are very few who can meet the definition of our demon race, except for Nuwa, Fuxi, Kunpeng and a few others. And Nuwa is the deputy fairy of the fairy palace, and Fuxi is Nuwa’s brother, and has a close relationship with Yaochi Fairy Palace. It is impossible for the two of them to join our demon race.”

After saying that, he looked towards Kunpeng, as if he wanted to see what advice the new Demon King could give.

Kunpeng stroked his sleeves lightly, his eyes flashing with thought. After a moment, he said, “The current situation is indeed tricky, but we might as well turn our attention to those powerful people who live in seclusion in the wilderness. They may not care about worldly affairs for various reasons, but if we can impress them with the great ambitions of the demon race in the future, they may be willing to join.”

When Di Jun heard this, his eyes lit up, “Fellow Daoist Kunpeng is right, but the whereabouts of these hermit masters are erratic, so it may not be easy to find them.”

At this time, Bai Ze stepped forward and said respectfully: “Your Majesty, although I don’t know the exact location of those hermits, the wilderness is vast and there are strange stories everywhere. I am willing to lead some of my clansmen to search for clues in various places in the wilderness, and maybe we can find something.”

Di Jun looked at Bai Ze with satisfaction and nodded, saying, “I’ll trouble you in this case, Bai Ze. This matter is of great importance, so please proceed with caution.”

Bai Ze received the order and stepped aside. Everyone in the hall fell into deep thought again, thinking about who else they could win over.

Taiyi clenched his fists, his eyes showing determination, “No matter what, we must do everything we can to strengthen the demon clan. Although the witch clan is strong, our demon clan will never be slaughtered by others.”

His voice echoed in the hall, as if announcing the demon race’s determination to heaven and earth.

Di Jun stood up, looked at the vast land outside the palace, and said in a deep voice: “For the future of the demon race, we must go all out. Next, everyone should take action and look for all the powerful people who can be won over.”

“But at the same time, we cannot ignore our own cultivation. The most important thing next is to step into the Quasi-Saint realm.”

After saying that, he flicked his sleeves, and a powerful aura emanated from his body, as if he was going to break through the current predicament.

All the demon gods responded in unison: “We will obey your majesty’s orders!”

The sound echoed throughout the Sun Palace, demonstrating the unity and determination of the demon race.

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Time rushes by like a turbulent river, and in the blink of an eye, thousands of years have passed quietly.

Since inviting Taoist Kunpeng to join the demon clan, Di Jun has been working tirelessly and running around. Over the past thousands of years, he has successfully invited many people with great supernatural powers to join the Heavenly Court.

The Gu Ancestor had a hunched body, and there was a layer of strange mist lingering around him. In the mist, there was a faint sound of countless Gu insects buzzing.

He is proficient in various witchcraft techniques and can control tens of millions of poisonous insects with just a wave of his hand, making it impossible to guard against them.

Wherever the poisonous insect passed, the space seemed to be corroded by tiny cracks, and its power was astonishing.

The Mermaid has a human body and a fish tail, which glitters with colorful light, like a dream bubble. He lives in the deep sea and controls the endless power of the sea clan.

At the command of Jiao Zu, the waves will rise to a height of billions of feet and transform into water dragons that can easily destroy mountains.

Taoist Long Xiao looks like an owl, but has the majesty of a dragon. His wings spread out, covering the sky and blocking out the sun. Each feather gleams with a metallic luster and is extremely hard.

A raging fire can be spewed out of its mouth. The flame is a strange purple color and contains powerful destructive power.

Taoist Honghu has an elegant figure and radiates a holy aura.

He is proficient in the art of music. When he plays a tune, the sky and the earth will change color and all things will be intoxicated. He can use the laws of sound waves as an attack and hurt the enemy invisibly.

Unfortunately, the strength of these great masters is at most comparable to the demon gods of the time, and there is still a big gap between them and the top powerful beings in the prehistoric times.

Only the Gu Zu, with his mysterious and unpredictable Gu technique, managed to enter the ranks of the top masters.

But despite this, their joining still enhanced the strength of the demon clan to a certain extent.

On the ancient Ziwei Star, Di Jun and Tai Yi used up almost all of the Sun Palace’s accumulation over countless years in order to build the Heavenly Court Taoist Temple.

The Ziwei Star had now been transformed by their great magical powers into a magnificent fairy palace. The fairy palace was full of pavilions, carved beams and painted buildings, and every building exuded a mysterious and powerful aura.

The power of the surrounding stars gathered to form brilliant galaxies, flowing around the heavens, as if guarding this sacred place.

At the same time, Di Jun and Tai Yi sent invitations to countless powerful people in the prehistoric times, inviting them to come to the Ziwei Star Heavenly Palace, participate in the Ziwei Banquet, and witness the grand establishment of the Heavenly Palace and the demon clan.

As for Di Jun and Tai Yi, their cultivation, which had been delayed due to the complicated affairs of the Sun Palace, made breakthrough progress due to the huge luck that gathered at this time.

The two men were surrounded by bright light, and each of them killed a corpse. Their aura instantly rose, and they successfully broke through to the early stage of Quasi-Saint.

For a moment, the power of the Sun Palace suddenly surged like a surging wave.

As Di Jun and Tai Yi entered the quasi-saint realm, Honghuang officially entered the quasi-saint era.

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As countless invitations were scattered like snowflakes all over the prehistoric world, the Yao Chi Palace in the Nine Heavens naturally also received an invitation.

The exquisite invitation was carved from the finest spiritual jade and engraved with mysterious runes. It sparkled with auspicious light, as if telling of the hospitality of heaven.

The invitation was delivered to the Queen Mother of the West and Nuwa. Without delay, the two went straight to Lihentian to find Zhen Yuanzi to discuss the matter.

Queen Mother of the West looked solemn as she handed the invitation to Zhen Yuanzi and said, “Brother, the Sun Palace invites us to go to Ziwei Star to attend the founding banquet of the Heavenly Palace and the demon race. What do you think?”

Zhen Yuanzi took the invitation, frowned slightly, thought for a while and then said slowly: “I’m afraid the establishment of the Heavenly Court and the demon clan this time will not be peaceful. The Wu clan has always regarded the prehistoric world as Pangu’s legacy, so how could they sit back and watch Di Jun and Tai Yi establish themselves as Heavenly Emperors.”

“At that time, there might be a shocking war. My Immortal Palace must not be easily involved in it. We just need to wait and see. Therefore, I don’t plan to bring too many people this time.”

Upon hearing this, Queen Mother of the West and Nuwa could not help but look surprised.

But they knew very well that Zhen Yuanzi was a man of extraordinary insight. Since it was his decision, there must be a reason for it, so they all nodded in agreement.

In other places in the prehistoric world, the powerful people who received the invitations had different reactions.

Some powerful beings did not care too much about the establishment of the demon clan and the heavenly court. They were fully immersed in their cultivation and were only waiting to attend a feast and join in the fun.

However, some powerful people sensed a hidden crisis from the invitation.

At this time in the Penglai Fairyland in the East China Sea, the atmosphere was as depressing as that before a storm.

After Dong Wanggong broke through to the quasi-sage realm one step ahead of schedule, he was looking forward to competing with Di Jun and Tai Yi by relying on his realm advantage.

Unexpectedly, within just a few thousand years, Di Jun and Tai Yi also entered the quasi-saint realm and were preparing to formally establish the Heavenly Court. This sudden news made Dong Wanggong feel anxious.

He stood high above the Penglai Fairyland, gazing at the turbulent East China Sea, his face as gloomy as water.

“If the Heavenly Court is really officially established and recognized by the Heavenly Dao, it will be like having the destiny given to us. By then, my Penglai Immortal Court will no longer have the destiny to suppress the Sun Palace. Once the demon Heavenly Court attacks us, the consequences will be unimaginable.” Dong Wanggong muttered to himself, his fists unconsciously clenched.

Although the Immortal Court has now recruited hundreds of powerful Daluo masters, facing the soon-to-be-established Heavenly Court and the demon clan, everyone is inevitably worried.

If it weren’t for the restrictions of the Immortal Palace’s Golden Book, the suppression of Saint Hongjun’s order, and the powerful trump card of the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation, I’m afraid many Daluo powerful men would have already fled and joined the Sun Palace.

In the distant Pangu Temple, the Wu Clan was outraged when they learned that Di Jun and Tai Yi had announced the establishment of the Honghuang Heavenly Court and the creation of the demon clan.

The twelve ancient witches gathered together, and the atmosphere in the hall was like a volcano about to erupt.

Dijiang’s eyes were wide open with anger, and his four wings were shaking violently, making the entire temple buzz.

He roared loudly: “We are the twelve drops of blood of Father Pangu. We are the ones who are in charge of Pangu Temple. Only we are the real Pangu!”

“This primitive world is the legacy left to my witch clan by Father God. Only we, the ancestors of witches and the witch clan, are qualified to guard the primitive world for Father God. The demon clan is nothing but food in our mouths. How dare they usurp the throne and establish themselves as the emperor of heaven? They are simply courting death!”

The other witch ancestors echoed, and Gonggong roared, “That’s right! We must let those two mixed-haired birds in the Sun Palace know how powerful our witch clan is!”

Zhu Rong also waved the flame in his hand and shouted loudly: “If we don’t take revenge, how can our Wu clan keep its dignity!”

Amid the angry voices of the witch ancestors, Di Jiang pondered for a moment, then stomped his foot suddenly, and the ground cracked instantly.

He said resolutely: “The day when the Heavenly Court is established will be the day for them to see the strength of our Wu Clan!”

All the witch ancestors responded in unison, their voices shaking heaven and earth.

At this time, they were extremely angry in their hearts. A mere demon tribe dared to establish the Heavenly Court. They were simply seeking their own death!