The First Demon of the Chan Sect
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Let us take another look at the Primordial World at this moment.

Due to the two worlds being entirely distinct realms, without Li Qingming relying on the faint connection with the Three Corpse Body, he wouldn’t talk about returning to the Primordial, he couldn’t even locate the spatial passageway.

Since Li Qingming’s disappearance, The Three Pure Ones and Netherworld River caused havoc in Western Buddhism, turning the entire Western region upside-down.

Countless Buddha and Bodhisattvas died or were injured, plunging the barely recovered Western land back to the times at the end of Dragon Han Calamity.

The enraged Zhunti and Randeng took the matter to the Zixiao Palace in Chaos Outer Heaven.

The scene was truly snot and tears streaming down.

The grand Saint Zhunti, without any image, wept bitterly while complaining, with The Three Pure Ones and Netherworld River being indifferent without any explanation.

Hong Jun merely floated the words: “I am already fully aware of the incident, let us put an end to this matter!” After that, the five Saints were expelled from the Zixiao Palace, which shook momentarily then disappeared into the Chaos again.

At this, Randeng and Zhunti were dumbfounded.

Hong Jun’s handling clearly favored The Three Pure Ones.

This is also inevitable; Zhunti even bullied his way to Hong Jun’s disciples, if Xuan Sect showed no reaction, how would the beings in the Primordial view Xuan Sect, how would they regard The Three Pure Ones?

Moreover, it’s because both Western Two Saints openly declared their disrespect towards Taoism and Hong Jun.

After all, The Three Pure Ones are direct disciples of Hong Jun, could it be expected for Hong Jun not to protect them?

Thus, Primordial Land once again buzzed with activity.

Fueled by those with vested interests, it was wildly propagated.

Some said Demon Court North Emperor Li Qingming staunchly resisted the Saint and perished; some declared North Emperor Li Qingming overestimated himself, provoked Zhunti, and was directly subdued by the Saint; others claimed Qingmingzi hid, waiting for an opportunity to retaliate… Various accounts flew around.

But none of these had anything to do with Penglai Island, Witch Tribe, Heavenly Court, or The Three Pure Ones.

Right after Li Qingming fell into the black hole, he had already dispatched Zi Shu of the Twelve Earthly Branches and Evil Corpse Heaven and Earth Taoist to inform his closest kin and disciples on Penglai Island and the Witch Tribe.

He also entrusted his brother Li Qingquan to go to Kunlun Mountain to reassure The Three Pure Ones and Di Jun.

So, unintentionally under intentions.

Among various powers, only the pitiful Western Two Saints did not know that Li Qingming had not yet perished; others all breathed a sigh of relief.

The Human Clan, after The Three Pure Ones ascended to sainthood, also saw significant development.

Since realizing the importance of the Human Clan to The Three Pure Ones, coupled with Li Qingming’s previous reminders, all disciples under The Three Pure Ones were sent out to propagate teachings among the Human Clan, aiding their gradual rooting in the inland Primordial.

As such, one could often see, a Daoist in Daoist robe, with hair coiled up high, moving among the tribes of the Human Clan.

Either aiding the sick and injured or guiding the younger generation of the Human Clan in cultivation and Qi cultivation.

With the aid of The Three Pure Ones, the population of the Human Clan began to rapidly increase from tens of millions to over a billion.

Of course, a billion-strong race in the vast expanse of Primordial Land wasn’t conspicuous.

However, if including the disciples of The Three Pure Ones, it became immensely eye-catching.

Pingyu Jia Yitian, Lingxiao Palace.

“Big brother!

The development of the Human Clan is truly formidable!

In just a few thousand years, the population surged by hundreds of millions.

If this continues, our Demon Race being replaced by them is imminently close!” Taiyi expressed with a mournful look, with a hint of sorrow.

“East Emperor, you are too cautious!” Bai Ze shook his Feather Fan lightly and smiled, “Even if the Human Clan has a massive population, what of it?

Our Demon Race has unique advantages, rich with Heavenly Court and Primordial Waters.

The Human Clan is born weak; many young humans are devoured by our Demon children.

Besides, the Human Clan was originally created by our Demon Race’s Nuwa Saint, destined to be just food for our Demon Race.

What is there to fear?”

Di Jun also slightly nodded and said, “Fellow Daoist Bai Ze speaks profoundly!

The Human Clan is innately frail, merely possessing Innate Taoist Bodies.

Our Demon Race has vast influence, with many Great Ability holders, why fear the Human Clan.

Second brother, you overthink!”

Taiyi, originally a straightforward man, seemed to have become enlightened, his brows slightly relaxed as he muttered, “I hope so!”

Mount Buzhou, Ancestral Witch Hall.

“Sister Houtu, how do you think we should treat the Human Clan?” Di Jiang, with a grandiose posture sitting on the stone seat, looked towards Houtu.

Houtu smiled brightly and said, “Since the Human Clan reveres me as the Holy Mother, in my view, our Witch Tribe should treat the Human Clan as dear as brothers and sisters.

Moreover, the Human Clan is clever and skilled, expert in building and making clothes.

If our Witch Tribe can shelter the Human Clan, I believe it would also benefit the development of the Witch Tribe!”

Zhu Jiuyin, who had been meditating with his eyes closed, looked at the Ancestor Witches and said, “I agree with Sister Houtu’s opinion!”

Di Jiang did not speak; his gaze merely shifted towards the Heaven and Earth Taoist.

Heaven and Earth Taoist, originally an Evil Corpse of Li Qingming, who was revered as the Holy Father by the Human Clan.

Moreover, Li Qingming had an inexplicable affection for the Human Clan, how could there be any reason to oppose?

Heaven and Earth Taoist also did not speak, merely nodding slightly towards the ground.

Di Jiang, who always regarded Lord Heaven and Earth as the tribe’s military strategist, without another word, decisively declared: “Good, our Witch Tribe will now form a brotherly alliance with the Human Clan.

Should the Human Clan face any difficulties, our Witch Tribe will definitely help with all our might!”

Upon hearing this, the Ancestor Witches nodded one after another.

Thus, a dynamic entirely different from the Demon Race began.

Groups of Witch Crowds started gradually integrating into human society.

Every day, the strong figures of the Witch Tribe could be seen moving through dense forests.

At dusk, the Witch Crowds returning from hunting, dragging their catch, would share the hunt with the Human Clan, sharing hunting tips and helping drive away ferocious beasts attacking the tribe.

And the Human Clan?

They helped the Witch Tribe build spacious and comfortable houses, weave strong and durable clothing, cook delicious food…

Gradually, the Human Clan could not live without the valiant protection of the Witch Tribe, and the Witch Tribe could not live without the meticulous and hardworking Human Clan.

Of course, all this was unbeknownst to Li Qingming.

At this moment, Li Qingming, immensely intrigued, was watching Xiao Liqing who was hiding in a Seven-level Floating Pagoda.

“Old man, you think you can hide in this pagoda from me?

I can’t find you?” Li Qingming spoke mockingly, not taking the floating pagoda in front of him seriously.

“Hahaha, is that man in the golden armor your subordinate?

What exactly has my Xiao Family done to you for you to eradicate us so thoroughly!” Xiao Liqing, hiding on the first level of the floating pagoda, sneered viciously, his voice filled with madness.

“That, you’ll have to ask your beloved grandson!

You indeed raised a fine grandson!” Li Qingming sighed lightly, truly not expecting the playboys of Hua Xia to be so arrogant and despotic, even worse than the nobles of ancient times.

“Ah!

Fei’er!

I know now, you’re that damned brother of Fatty Luo, Li Qingming!” Xiao Liqing gritted his teeth in angst, yet full of regrets in his heart: “If I had been stricter with Fei’er back then, none of this would have happened.

My Xiao Family wouldn’t have been destroyed overnight!

Regretting past actions now!”

“Alright old man, your grandson must be feeling very lonely down there!

I think, he would really miss you!” Li Qingming grinned evilly, stretching out his right hand to grab the Seven-level Floating Pagoda.

Indeed, though the pagoda seemed delicate and compact, it actually weighed over a million pounds.

If a regular Golden Immortal tried to lift the pagoda single-handedly, it would be harder than reaching the heavens.

Unfortunately, Li Qingming was no ordinary being.

“Bang!”

Li Qingming tossed the approximately one-foot-high floating pagoda into the air, his hand suddenly emitting a pale purple flame.

As soon as the flame appeared, the surrounding spiritual energy seemed to be drained away, creating an oppressively bizarre pressure nearly causing one to cough up blood.

“Hiss!”

The purple flame burned the floating pagoda that sustained its height, and Xiao Liqing inside was unspeakably miserable.

Just touched by the flame, he screamed like a slaughtered pig.

One wouldn’t know, they would think Li Qingming was tormenting an old man.

Far away in the Buddha Realm at Lingjiu Mountain’s Yuanjue Cave, Randeng Ancient Buddha suddenly felt a twitch at his brow.

After calculating for a while, he surprisingly reconnected with the long-lost Primordial Spirit Avatar from one of the spiritual treasures.

Speaking of this treasure, during the Sealing God Tribulation, it had been magnificent.

Named “Eight Treasures Delicate and Transparent Shariputra Wish-fulfilling Golden Pagoda”, it was a spiritual treasure given by Randeng to his disciple, the Pagoda-Bearing King Li Jing.

However, after the Sealing God Tribulation, the treasure mysteriously disappeared, inciting Randeng’s great fury.

Unbeknownst to him, this pagoda still contained an early Primordial Spirit Avatar of Randeng, but he loved his disciple too much and forgot to take it back.

“Good, didn’t expect there would be a day of regaining the lost!

Amitabha Buddha!” A brilliant light flashed in Randeng’s eyes, and he instantly disappeared from Lingjiu Mountain’s Yuanjue Cave.