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Ye Chuanze left the Purple Cloud Palace and returned to the Buzhou Mountain Cloud Marsh Cave. The day after he returned, Di Jun and Taiyi came to inquire.
"What did the Dao Ancestor say?" Di Jun asked.
Ye Chuanze glanced at him and replied, "Master said he does not oppose you building the Heavenly Palace."
"Then that means he has agreed?" Di Jun said with a pleased expression.
Ye Chuanze closed his eyes slightly and said in a calm voice, "If you want to interpret it that way, it is not incorrect."
Not opposing implies more than just agreement. Di Jun chose the answer he wanted, and Ye Chuanze did not elaborate further. Now that he identified as a member of the demon race, he naturally had to consider the interests of his people. As Hongjun said, his opportunities lay within the demon race. Born as a demon, he must fight for the prosperity and flourishing of his kind; this is a responsibility that every member of the demon race cannot escape, and being part of this race would bring him great honor. Anyone who fights for their own race will earn the admiration and respect of their kin and receive the glory they deserve.
From the moment Ye Chuanze chose to identify with the demon race, he had already come to this realization. He was aware of the bleak future facing the demon race, but he would not give up on the present because of what he knew about the future. He would fight for his people in hopes of changing that bleak future. Ye Chuanze was never one to resign himself to fate; if he had done so, he would not be where he was today. If he had accepted his fate, then he should have been like a Black Lotus, collected as a treasure by some immortal and used at their whim.
Rahul could not erase his Primordial Spirit, lightning tribulations could not scatter his soul, and even Heaven's will had no choice but to tolerate him. What fear did he have regarding mere future destinies? Human effort can alter fate; even Heaven cannot fully control all beings.
"Thanks to you this time! Mr. Ye," Di Jun said sincerely as he looked at him. "We are both part of the demon race; we should stand shoulder to shoulder in the future and work for the prosperity of our kind."
This statement from Di Jun was quite sincere, and Ye Chuanze believed that he truly meant what he said. Di Jun, ambitious and bold, though somewhat petty and vengeful, could also let go when necessary for the greater good. This was evident from how he had nearly won over all powerful beings of the demon race, including his rival, Kunpeng Daoist.
One person's strength is limited; no matter how powerful Di Jun himself might be, if it were only him alone, nothing could be accomplished. Forming alliances—no, rather establishing sects—was an inevitable trend for the future of the Primordial. Di Jun took on the role of being the first among demons, stepping forward to create the Heavenly Palace, gathering the strength of demons under its banner to claim kingship.
This task could not be accomplished without Di Jun. While building the Heavenly Palace was feasible, controlling numerous demons was another challenge altogether. Long ago, Di Jun had already formed connections with many celestial beings of the demon race and acted in consideration of his kin, earning considerable respect among them. Aside from him, it seemed unlikely anyone else could gain support from so many demons; without their backing, even if the Heavenly Palace were built, it would merely be an empty shell without meaning. This is why many powerful demons agreed to submit to Di Jun, accepting him as their king.
Ye Chuanze lowered his gaze and said, "Di Jun, you are too polite; this is what I ought to do. I will trouble you greatly with the construction of the Heavenly Palace."
"Of course," Di Jun replied with a smile.
After sitting for a while longer with Taiyi, they felt it was time to take their leave.
Three months later, in the Thirty-Three Heavens, the Heavenly Palace was established. All celestial beings above the level of Great Luo Golden Immortal received invitations from Di Jun, asking them to attend and celebrate at the Heavenly Palace.
Ye Chuanze, along with Fuxi and Nuwa, set out together and encountered Kunpeng on their way.
Kunpeng had a fierce temper. Although he appeared cold on the surface, he was actually explosive and would often erupt over the slightest provocation. In Primordial, he was the type of person that one should not provoke, and there were not many immortals who befriended him. Even Di Jun had previously had some conflicts with him, so it was quite surprising that Di Jun was able to persuade him this time, which truly astonished Ye Chuanze.
Upon seeing Kunpeng, Ye Chuanze, Fuxi, and Nüwa all nodded in greeting and walked together.
"Where do you come from, Kunpeng Daoist friend?" Ye Chuanze initiated the conversation.
"The Northern Sea," Kunpeng replied coldly.
In the Northern Sea, there is a fish called Kun. The size of the Kun is unknown, stretching thousands of miles. When it transforms into a bird, it is called Peng. The wingspan of the Peng is also unknown, spanning thousands of miles.
Ye Chuanze couldn't help but recall this saying and asked, "How is the scenery of the Northern Sea?"
Hearing this, Kunpeng finally glanced at him and said, "The land of the Northern Sea is mostly desolate, surrounded by ocean and filled with glaciers. It cannot compare to the richness and beauty of the inland in Primordial."
"I actually think that such a Northern Sea is extremely beautiful—blue skies and clear waters, white glaciers and snow, an endless ocean connecting with the horizon. It makes one sigh in admiration and broadens one's mind. While the inland of Primordial is rich and beautiful, the Northern Sea has its unique charm," Ye Chuanze said with a light laugh. "Perhaps only a place like the Northern Sea with its icy landscapes could nurture someone as cold yet charming as you."
Kunpeng, born in the Northern Sea, felt pleased when Ye Chuanze praised his birthplace. However, upon hearing his last remark, he paused for a moment and feigned indifference as he said, "Daoist friend, do not speak nonsense."
Seeing his feigned calmness but unable to hide his reddening ears made Ye Chuanze find it amusing. This Kunpeng was surprisingly innocent; just a few compliments made him so shy, which was quite contrary to his usual fearsome reputation.
Kunpeng tried hard to maintain a stern expression to appear more imposing and cold. He fixed his gaze straight ahead without daring to look at Ye Chuanze. Since leaving the Northern Sea for the inland of Primordial, he had only been criticized for being ruthless and domineering with murderous intent; his fearsome reputation preceded him. No one had ever praised him like this before. Was it true that being cold could also be a form of charm? Kunpeng wondered why no one had ever said such things to him before.
Along the way, no one spoke again until they reached Thirty-Three Heavens and arrived outside the Heavenly Palace.
The palace gates were grand and magnificent, with golden plaques hanging high above. The corridors were winding, with pavilions and water features surrounded by ethereal mist. The gardens were exquisite; the palaces towered majestically amidst vibrant flowers while cranes danced gracefully. At first glance, it was breathtakingly beautiful—golden splendor everywhere.
What a magnificent outer palace of Thirty-Three Heavens! It couldn't be more impressive or beautiful than this.
Ye Chuanze looked on with admiration and thought to himself that Di Jun truly knew how to get things done; this time the demon clan had gained significant face. Looking at Fuxi, Nüwa, and Kunpeng's expressions of satisfaction mirrored his own thoughts; clearly, they shared his sentiments. Di Jun's actions were very much appreciated.
"Let’s go inside!" Ye Chuanze said to everyone.
Everyone nodded and entered together with him.
Ye Chuanze and the others arrived neither early nor late. When they entered, they saw that many immortals had already gathered in the great hall, most of whom were from the demon clan, such as Bai Ze, Heroic Move, Feilian, and Jiemeng, who were among the most powerful immortals of their kind. Before long, Minghe Old Ancestor also arrived, followed by Lamp Lighter. At this time, Lamp Lighter was not particularly noticeable in the era when Primordial powers were abundant, but he would later prove to be a capable figure. Ye Chuanze glanced at him a bit longer, prompting Fuxi, who was sitting beside him, to look over and ask, "Do you know that person?"
"I don't know him," Ye Chuanze replied, pausing for a moment before adding, "I just think he has good fortune."
Hearing this, Fuxi also looked at Lamp Lighter. At that moment, their eyes met, and Lamp Lighter smiled slightly at him. Fuxi paused for a moment; he did not see anything particularly special about this person but did not doubt Ye Chuanze's words. Anyone who was born with innate qualities and achieved transformation would naturally possess Great Divine Power. For example, Fuxi could use the Gossip diagram to deduce heavenly secrets. It seemed that Ye Chuanze could perceive fortune as well, likely due to his own inherent Great Divine Power.
Soon after, Jieyin and Zhun Ti arrived. Upon seeing them, Ye Chuanze raised an eyebrow slightly and whispered to Fuxi, "Those two have come as well; their demeanor is extraordinary!"
Last time when they attempted to seize the Primordial Purple Qi from Red Cloud, Jieyin and Zhun Ti had intervened, which made Di Jun resent them deeply. They already possessed two strands of Primordial Purple Qi, enough to incite jealousy and hatred, yet they still sought to take another strand from Red Cloud. This was a recipe for enmity and trouble. As a result, Di Jun and Taiyi had pursued the two brothers for quite some time, disturbing their peace.
Regarding this matter, Ye Chuanze did not believe that the reason for Di Jun and Taiyi chasing after Jieyin and Zhun Ti was solely to seize their Primordial Purple Qi. The items granted by the Dao Ancestor were not something even ten of Di Jun's boldness would allow him to snatch away. It was more likely that they were venting their frustrations; they aimed to make life difficult for Jieyin and Zhun Ti, hoping to delay their ascension to sainthood.
Zhun Ti stepped forward and cheerfully congratulated Di Jun, saying, "Congratulations, my friend; the establishment of the Heavenly Palace is a great achievement."
In response, Di Jun smiled back warmly and said, "It is all thanks to the grace of the Dao Ancestor. If it weren't for his approval, I wouldn't dare act rashly."
This statement was directed at both Zhun Ti and everyone present. Once today passed and everyone left the great hall of the Heavenly Palace, news would spread throughout the entire realm of the Primordial: that Di Jun, blessed by the grace of the Dao Ancestor, had established the demon clan's Heavenly Palace, marking an unstoppable rise for the demon clan.
Upon hearing this, a smile froze on Zhun Ti's face. He was not truly without grudges; after all, he and Jieyin had been relentlessly pursued by Di Jun and Taiyi. For a long time, they had not known peace. It was false to say he bore no grudge against them; rather, given the current situation, he had no choice but to endure. With the establishment of the Heavenly Palace, it was evident that under the leadership of Di Jun, the demon clan's rise was inevitable. It seemed certain that he would soon become emperor or king. Now was not the time to openly confront him. Regardless of his inner thoughts, at least on the surface, they needed to maintain decorum.
As he looked at the resplendent hall of the newly established Heavenly Palace, filled with demon clan immortals and at the spirited figure of Di Jun, he couldn't help but feel troubled. How could he achieve sainthood? It had been quite some time since he obtained his strand of Primordial Purple Qi, yet he still had not attained sainthood; this made him anxious. The only consolation was that others had also failed to achieve sainthood; neither the Three Pure Ones nor Nuwa showed any signs of ascension either. He could only reassure himself: there was no need to rush; it wasn't time yet.
After a long while, the Three Pure Ones finally arrived.
Seeing them enter, Di Jun went up to greet them with a beaming smile and said, "It is an honor for me that you three friends have graced us with your presence! It is also an honor for our demon clan."
The Three Pure Ones glanced at him coldly but spoke kindly: "The establishment of the Heavenly Palace is a significant event for all of us in the realm of the Primordial; we naturally must come to congratulate you."
Upon hearing this, joy lit up in Di Jun's eyes. Even those who were usually proud and aloof like the Three Pure Ones had come personally today; they were giving face to both him and his clan. How could this not please him?
Meanwhile, as Ye Chuanze munched on a piece of spiritual fruit while scanning the hall with his eyes on all present immortals, he realized that every notable immortal from the realm of Primordial had been invited by Di Jun. When he saw Ancestral Witch Houtu arrive, he dropped his spiritual fruit in shock.
This... this is too impressive! How could it be that even members of the Witch Clan were invited? It should be noted that the Witch Clan lived entirely apart from them. The Witch Clan seemed indifferent to conflicts among Primordial immortals; they lived on earth in their own way and reproduced there. This might be because the Witch Clan only cultivated * without practicing Primordial Spirit*, making them fundamentally different from Primordial immortals—therefore having no interactions or grudges with them.
Regarding Di Jun's ability to invite someone from the Witch Clan, Ye Chuanze felt both impressed by the thoroughness of the consideration and secretly sighed that the power of the demon race was indeed unstoppable! However, with such a grand momentum, it was uncertain whether it was good or bad.
The saying "prosperity leads to decline" is indeed a profound truth! Ye Chuanze thought for a moment and then cast this thought aside. After all, the demon race was only experiencing a surge in momentum and had not yet fully entered a state of prosperity. It was still too early to consider this issue.
The last to arrive was Zhen Yuanzi Daoist. Ye Chuanze was somewhat surprised to see him, as he thought he would not come. Since the incident with Red Cloud, Zhen Yuanzi's relationship with Di Jun, Kunpeng, and Minghe Old Ancestor had reached a freezing point. One could only say that Zhen Yuanzi understood the situation better than Red Cloud; had it been Red Cloud today, he certainly would not have come. Zhen Yuanzi's arrival indicated that he had seen through the current situation of Primordial beings and recognized that the demon race's surge was unstoppable. It also showed that he could endure and see things clearly.
Although Zhen Yuanzi came, his expression remained cold. Di Jun did not mind; he knew that due to the incident with Red Cloud, Zhen Yuanzi held some resentment towards him. It would be strange for him to show a good face; as long as he had come, other matters could be set aside for now. Di Jun greeted him with a smile and exchanged pleasantries.
Zhen Yuanzi coldly exchanged a few words with Di Jun before taking a seat on one side.
With that, all the invited guests of Di Jun had arrived, and no one had declined the invitation. Di Jun was very satisfied with this outcome, his demeanor revealing an unmistakable sense of pride and fulfillment.
Standing at the highest point in the main hall, Di Jun spoke loudly to everyone: "Today, I thank all fellow Daoists for gracing us with your presence to celebrate and witness this occasion. The Heavenly Palace of the demon race is now manifesting in this world; I am the Demon Emperor, and my brother Taiyi is the Eastern Sovereign."
As soon as he finished speaking, auspicious signs appeared in the sky, radiating brilliant light and purple qi coming from the east.
Heavenly Dao bestowed merit; thirty percent fell upon Di Jun and Taiyi, sixty percent upon the demon race, while the final ten percent landed on Ye Chuanze.
As merit entered his body, Ye Chuanze's expression turned astonished—what was happening?
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