The river of time flows through, arriving at the present of the future.
In the Nine Heavens, Nuwa's Cauldron has been forging creation for eons, establishing a world!
Though this world is newborn, it possesses complete Yin, Yang, Five Elements, and is directly connected to the Primordial World, unhindered by great daos.
Nuwa created ten billion realms in the Nine Heavens, serving as the foundation of the Demon Court.
While this world may not be vast for powerful beings, it is capable of sustaining billions of lives!
On this day, at Beihao Mountain, thirty-eight tribes and ten Great Luo beings, numbering nearly ten million souls, offered sacrifices to heaven and earth, then to the sun!
Shang Yang stood upon a majestic altar, clad in the sacred and solemn attire of a high priest.
Behind her stood nine Great Luo beings, and below the circular altar, a vast spectacle of nearly ten million kneeling souls!
Beihao Mountain possesses a spiritual formation that can broadcast its presence to all mountains and great peaks across the world, hence its name.
Shang Yang spoke with solemnity, addressing heaven, earth, and all beings: "In the vast cosmos, the Primordial World! Pangu above, heaven and earth revered, please heed!
We, the beings of Beihao Mountain, have been slaughtered and preyed upon by the Wu tribe, facing extermination. Indeed, all beings in the world suffer under the Wu tribe; if this continues, there will be no life left between heaven and earth."
Shang Yang's voice echoed across the lands, stirring the hearts of countless tribes.
The Ancestral Witches of each tribe were filled with rage. While they did consume the flesh and blood of other beings, the accusation of total annihilation was impossible.
The sacrifice from Beihao Mountain continued to resonate across the land, capturing the attention of countless powerful entities.
"Now, we, the thirty-eight tribes of Beihao Mountain, implore the Sun God suspended in the highest heavens. We bask in your radiance, and we wish to become your children!
We beg the sun and moon of the Nine Heavens, the spirits of heaven and earth, to protect our bodies, protect our hearts, protect our offspring!"
The earth trembled, not from divine intervention, but from the fury of the Ancestral Witches!
A dark cloud covered the sky, engulfing half of the Primordial World. Xuanming, the Ancestral Witch of rain and snow, was enraged.
These words of sacrifice, spoken before heaven and earth, were an insult to the Wu tribe. How could she endure it?
The Ancestral Witch of water was also furious. The waters of the Northern Sea surged, rising to immense heights, and colossal tsunamis roared towards Beihao Mountain.
The waters of the Great Wasteland overflowed, mountains and rivers could not impede them!
Infinite ice and cold froze for thousands of miles, snow fell upon mountains and rivers, and Xuanming, treading on snow, hastened her arrival.
Gigantic waves engulfed mountains and rivers for thousands of miles, with millions of corpses. Gonggong, riding the sea, arrived.
The ten million beings of Beihao Mountain trembled, filled with fear and helpless despair.
They did not understand why their ancestors on the high platform were sacrificing to heaven, why they were provoking the Wu tribe, why they were bringing an extinction crisis upon their tribe.
They had lived in fear of the Wu tribe for too long, forgetting that they were beings of heaven and earth. They only knew that from birth, they had to be cautious, hiding in the shadows of rocks and plants, surviving precariously. They watched as their mothers and fathers were hunted and devoured by the strong "Wu," leaving no bones behind, and saw the Wu use the bones of their ancestors as weapons to hunt them.
They only knew how to scrape by, to barely survive.
Because they were weak and the "Wu" were strong, the weak submitted to the strong. The strong survived, the weak perished.
But today, their ancestors had angered the Wu. Their ancestors, who would normally lead the entire tribe in flight, now showed no trace of fear, no hint of panic on their faces.
The ten million souls were bewildered. In their ignorant minds, they heard the object of their ancestors' chanting, the one they were praying to.
All the beasts raised their heads and looked at the sky. The firmament, now dark as night, obscured by ice and dark clouds, held no Sun God as their ancestors had prayed for!
The ten million beasts prostrate on the ground felt the earth shake more violently and sound louder. Unknowing young beasts scurried frantically into the embrace of their parents.
On the silent altar, a small wolf cub finally couldn't bear it any longer and cried out.
"Wuwu~
Wuwu~
Wuwu~"
No one rebuked it, for more young beasts began to cry along with it.
They didn't understand. The fearsome Wu were coming, why weren't their parents fleeing quickly? Why weren't their ancestors leading them to hide?
Their parents also wavered. The beasts, who had transformed into human form, could only gaze at their ancestors on the sacrificial platform. Their ancestors were the foundation of their survival. They would rather die fighting than lose faith in their ancestors on the high platform.
For even if they died, as long as their ancestors remained, their tribe would endure, and their children might still have a future!
On the altar, Shang Yang knelt before heaven and earth, and the nine Great Luo behind her bowed in unison, unable to rise.
Heaven and earth fell silent, save for the approaching roar of the "Wu."
The entire sky above Beihao Mountain was as dark as night. Ten million beings prostrated themselves, worshipping heaven and earth, the sun and moon!
A majestic figure appeared in the northern sky, standing amidst the clouds, touching the heavens, like a creator god, like a god who controlled the life and death of the world!
Snowflakes fell from the sky, whitening the thousand peaks of Beihao Mountain.
"How dare you beings curse my Wu tribe?"
The giant true form of an Ancestral Witch spoke, its voice like thunder, causing countless young beasts to cry and the oppressive pressure to make the ten million beings feel powerless to resist.
On the high altar, Shang Yang stood up, and the nine Great Luo behind her rose in unison. They looked at the giant in the sky, fearless and dauntless.
"We are beings nurtured by heaven and earth, why must we be slaughtered by your Wu tribe? Why must we be killed and our tribes exterminated? Is it simply because you are Wu? Is it because you are the bloodline of Pangu?
This heaven and earth were all formed by Pangu. We, the countless beings, are all descendants of Pangu, all children of Pangu. Why can only your Wu tribe annihilate all beings?"
"Presumptuous!"
Gonggong, who had arrived, roared, "How dare you, you creatures of fur, scales, and feathers, claim to be descendants of Pangu?"
The surrounding seas gathered into waves ten thousand feet high, and the waters of Wuwang surrounded Beihao Mountain, about to engulf the ten million beings in an instant.
Around the altar, ten million beasts watched in terror as the colossal waters, higher than the peaks, descended from above, crashing down. They felt only fear.
They were powerless to change their fate, they could only accept what destiny brought!
However, just then, the dark sky broke open with light. A rainbow shot straight towards the earth, its beam enveloping the altar and illuminating the figures of the ten ancestors, like gods descending to the world under the dark sky!
"Chirp~"
A clear, piercing cry tore through heaven and earth. A three-legged Golden Crow, with wings spread wide, descended upon the world like a rising sun.
As the Golden Crow descended, the waters receded, and the ice and snow melted away.
The heavens were adorned with colorful clouds, darkness retreated, and light returned to the world.
A god descended, with the sun on his back, illuminating heaven and earth, facing all beings, filling the world with his presence.
"I am the Sun God, Taiyi. I wish to protect all beings. Do you wish to be my children?"
Shang Yang and the other nine's faces lit up with joy. They all said, "We are willing to respect the Sun God and become his children!"
Around the altar, the intelligent beasts, following their ancestors' words, cried out in unison and bowed in worship: "We are willing to respect the Sun God and become his children!"
Gonggong roared, "Who are you to defy my Wu tribe?"
Taiyi, bathed in the sun's brilliance, moved with effortless grace, his every gesture radiating solar energy. He said, "The Wu tribe is brutal and preys on all beings. I save all beings, and that is why I have descended."
Taiyi continued, "All who become my children will ascend to the Nine Heavens, to enjoy a pure world, a realm of eternal life!
My brother Dijun, the Sun God, now opens the heavenly gates to welcome all beings to the Heavenly Realm!"
As his words fell, in the highest reaches of the Nine Heavens, myriad clouds parted, and heavenly gates shot forth in all directions, dazzling the eyes of countless beings.
Dijun appeared, with the Sun Star above his head. His golden robe was as vast as Mount Sumeru, towering above the heavens, his imperial aura encompassing the Primordial World.
"Now, I, Dijun of the Sun Star, establish a realm in the Nine Heavens, to be the Heavenly Realm.
All beings in the world can enter my Heavenly Realm, free from the slaughter of the Wu tribe, free from the disaster of extinction.
All who wish to enter my Heavenly Realm shall unite as one tribe, sharing the Nine Heavens!
I name it: 'Demon'!
All beings in the world, all sentient creatures, except the Wu, can be demons!
All who proclaim 'Demon' shall be of the Demon Tribe!
All who proclaim 'Demon' can enter the Heavenly Realm!
All who proclaim 'Demon' shall be spared the slaughter of the Wu!
The Demon Tribe is established!"
Above the Nine Heavens, the River Chart and Luo Script suddenly expanded to an immeasurable size, transforming the sky into a dark yellow expanse that enveloped the Primordial World.
Countless tribes in heaven and earth now proclaimed the name "Demon"!
The thirty-eight tribes of Beihao Mountain were filled with excitement and shouted in unison, "Demon! Demon! Demon!"
Simultaneously, a solemn voice echoed from the northwest: Nuwa addressed heaven and earth, "Demon!"
Beside Nuwa, Fuxi, seeing this, also said, "Demon!"
On Fengxi Mountain, Nuwa watched the crimson clouds ascend like columns of smoke. The ten billion beings beneath her roared, "Demon!
Demon!
Demon!"
A smile, and boundless anticipation, flickered in her eyes.
In the southwest of the Primordial World, atop Luoling Mountain, Qing Xuan proclaimed, "Demon!"
All the snakes below the mountain responded, "Demon!"
In the Western Wasteland, Bai Ze stood and declared, "Demon!"
Behind him, tens of thousands of deer responded, "Demon!"
Beyond the Eastern Wasteland, various tribes proclaimed to heaven and earth, becoming demons.
In the Western Wasteland, Northern Wasteland, Southern Wasteland, Eastern Forest Secret Realm, Darkest Desert, Northwest Sea, the Ten Great Mountain Ranges, the Five Great Rivers, throughout the entire Primordial World, among billions of beings, countless were now crying out a single word, "Demon!"
"Demon!"
"Demon!"
"Demon!"
In the Nine Heavens, the Ten Lands, the Four Seas, the Eight Directions, above and below, everywhere was "Demon," everywhere was spoken "Demon," everywhere was "Demon," everywhere became "Demon"!
Countless cries of "Demon" converged, forming the faith and belief of billions of beings. An immensely powerful destiny and faith condensed above the Heavenly Realm of the Nine Heavens, forming a symbol, saying: "Demon!"
Dijun declared to heaven and earth, "Now I, Dijun, shall lead the beings of the Demon Tribe, seeking life for all demons, and assume the position of Demon Emperor.
My brother Taiyi, as the Sun God and the War God of the Demon Tribe, shall therefore be the Demon Sovereign, rising from the East, a god in the heavens, named Eastern Sovereign.
Nuwa of Fengxi Mountain, who protects ten billion demon beings and creates the Heavenly Realm, establishing the foundation of our Demon Tribe, shall be honored as Demon Sovereign, named Wa Huang.
Fuxi of Fengxi Mountain, who protects ten billion demon beings, elaborates on the principles of Yin and Yang in heaven and earth, and determines the destiny of our Demon Tribe, shall be honored as Demon Sovereign, named Xi Huang!
The Master of the Eastern Wasteland, who transmitted the decree for the establishment of the Demon Tribe, opening the fate of the Demon Tribe for ten thousand generations, existing before the first Demon Sovereign and Demon Emperor, shall be honored as the Demon Ancestor!
Now I, with the River Chart and Luo Script, the Sun Mirror, and the Heavenly Realm Demon Court, shall suppress the destiny of the Demon Tribe!
The Demon Tribe stands between heaven and earth, born within the Primordial World. I hereby solemnly inform heaven and earth, and request their witness!"
As his words fell, heaven and earth trembled. The Heavenly Dao approved, and the Earthly Dao approved.
Mysterious yellow energy condensed in the sky and rained down, with sixty percent falling upon Dijun, Taiyi, and Nuwa.
Ten percent fell upon Fuxi, ten percent upon the summit of Jianmu, ten percent upon the Heavenly Realm of the Nine Heavens, and the remaining ten percent descended as rain upon the Primordial World, nourishing the billions of demon beings!
As the majestic power of heaven and earth dissipated, the first trial for the Demon Tribe arrived: ascending to the Nine Heavens!
The might of heaven and earth receded, and the long-suppressed rage of the two Ancestral Witches finally erupted.
Xuanming's palms pushed forth ice and snow that covered ten thousand miles, and Gonggong strode through myriad floods. The wrath of ice and water, the heavenly might of the Wu, descended upon the Primordial World.
"Taiyi, you dare!"
"Taiyi, I will pluck every feather from your useless body!"
The two Ancestral Witches were enraged. With the establishment of the Demon Tribe, they were now eternal enemies of the Wu tribe, locked in an unyielding struggle. The Ancestral Witches would not suffer such an insult.
The extreme cold of ten thousand miles and the floods of myriad miles raged forth. This ice and water were no ordinary things; once touched, one would enter the domain of the Ancestral Witches, subjected to the erosion of the laws of ice and water.
Taiyi, standing in the radiance of the sun, merely smiled faintly. His divine visage was more dazzling than ten thousand rays of sunlight, captivating half of the Primordial World.
"Clang~"
A bell chime resounded through the thirty-three heavens, stabilizing the elements of wind, earth, water, and fire, freezing time and space, yet it could not impede the brilliant radiance of that man!