As the ruler of the Heavenly Court, it is Hu Le's responsibility and obligation to manage the Heavenly Court's fortune.
Moreover, the process of sorting out the Dao requires drawing upon the power of the Heavenly Dao, which is also a form of cultivation for the cultivator.
For the next period of time, Hu Le sat upright in the Heavenly Court, sorting out the destiny.
He sent his disciples to attend some of the invitations to Dharma assemblies or banquets.
His disciples have gradually grown up and are now able to share some of his burdens.
There are some things that don't necessarily require his personal involvement.
Time turns, the sun and moon pass by, and thousands of years have passed in the blink of an eye. Hu Le is still sorting out the fate of destiny.
On this day, he suddenly had a sudden inspiration and vaguely sensed that something big was about to happen in the prehistoric world.
He busied himself deducing the secrets of heaven, trying to find out the reason.
At the same time, some powerful beings in the primordial world also had similar impulses.
In particular, the three emperors of the demon race sensed something almost simultaneously and looked towards Zhou Shan.
In the next instant, a beam of five-colored light shot into the sky, illuminating the entire primordial world.
The Heavenly Court, which originally stood atop Mount Zhou and hung high in the heavens, began to shake under the impact of the radiance.
"Wonderful! It's actually the treasure that the demon race uses to safeguard its destiny!"
The three demon emperors didn't need to calculate; the moment the spiritual treasure appeared, they immediately sensed its wondrous uses.
Di Jun glanced at the Demon Emperor's Seal on the jade table in front of him. This treasure was personally refined by him to suppress the fate of the demon race.
At this moment, the true treasure of the demon race was born, and the seal he had refined was immediately overshadowed, its luster visibly dimmed, and it lost its ability to suppress destiny in an instant.
"Such a treasure must not fall into the hands of others!"
This was the first thought that came to the minds of the three demon emperors...
At this moment, Hu Le also figured out the origin of Lingbao. He got up and left Tongming Hall, lowered his eyes, and looked in the direction of Zhou Mountain.
"With the appearance of the Treasure of Suppressing Fortune, the fortune of the demon race will surely erupt, and true prosperity may begin from this moment!"
Whether he was the Human Emperor or the Lord of Heaven, he was the one who least wanted the demon race to prosper.
"Thump!"
Hu Le shook the Chaos Bell, freezing the Heavenly Palace, which was constantly swaying under the impact of the radiance...
Deep within the Zhou Mountains, amidst the soaring light, an ancient bronze pot slowly rose from the mountain.
The bronze pot is round on top and square on the bottom, with the Eight Trigrams of the Primordial Era inlaid at the bottom. The four sides of the pot are engraved with the Four Symbols of the Primordial Era, with countless great demons soaring and running in the earth, fire, water and wind.
The innate spiritual energy flowed across the surface of the pot, surrounded by five-colored rays of light with a faint purple aura.
This magical treasure is none other than the Primordial Demon Refining Pot.
This treasure is both the nemesis of the demon race and a treasure for suppressing the demon race's destiny...
The strange phenomena in Zhou Mountain had already alarmed all sorts of immortals, gods, demons, and monsters in the mountain, who all rushed over, and people from the ancestral court of the human race also came to investigate.
They arrived at top speed, and upon seeing the Demon Refining Pot appear, many gods and demons had greedy green glints in their eyes.
"Our ancestor has taken a liking to this treasure! Who dares to compete with him for it!"
One of them, named Venerable Poison Dragon, stepped forward first, extending a large, emerald-green hand to grab at the Demon Refining Pot from a distance.
"Poison Dragon! This treasure is not meant for you! I advise you not to force it!"
Someone shouted disdainfully, and then unleashed a bolt of Yang Divine Thunder, instantly blasting the emerald green energy hand to smithereens.
However, as the two made their move, the other immortals, gods, demons and monsters could no longer hold back and all used their own methods to grab the Demon Refining Pot.
In an instant, a massive melee ensued.
Shouts of killing and screams of agony filled the air, and a murderous aura quickly spread through the mountains.
The newborn Lingbao was immediately covered with a faint layer of blood.
In a short period of time, that magical treasure had already passed through the hands of countless immortals, gods, demons, and monsters.
But Lingbao ultimately couldn't stay in anyone's hands for even a moment longer.
Often, as soon as they obtain it, they are besieged, either dying or getting injured, and the magical treasure is subsequently taken away.
Amidst the chaos of battle, a divine lightning bolt from the Nine Heavens suddenly descended from the void.
boom!
Hundreds and thousands of treasure hunters were reduced to dust. The blood mist and mangled limbs that filled the sky had not yet dissipated before they were reduced to nothingness by the thunder.
In an instant, a large area around the Demon Refining Pot was cleared away.
Upon seeing this scene, the gods and demons who were vying for the spiritual treasure were all startled and unconsciously stopped fighting, looking up at the sky.
As the lightning subsided, a majestic figure emerged from the clouds.
This man was dressed in a golden robe, with a dignified and aloof expression, and his cold gaze swept over the crowd.
The newcomer was none other than Emperor Jun, the emperor of the demon race.
"This treasure belongs to our demon race, and is not something you can covet! Disperse at once!"
Di Jun's voice rang in everyone's ears.
"Di Jun! Don't be so domineering! This is a treasure created by heaven and earth. When did it become the property of you demons!"
Someone shouted angrily.
"snort!"
Di Jun merely snorted coldly, too lazy to explain, and flicked out a burst of True Sun Fire with his finger.
The real fire, like an arrow, arrived suddenly and struck the person who had spoken.
boom!
A golden flame suddenly exploded, and the man instantly turned into a torch.
"ah……"
The man let out a shrill scream, which sounded like a giant fireball rolling around.
Those around them, seeing this, quickly moved away, fearing they might be affected by the sun's true fire.
In the blink of an eye, the person had been reduced to ashes, and the screams ceased abruptly...
"Anyone else who disagrees? Step forward!" Di Jun said coldly.
With the lessons of the past right before their eyes, the scene fell silent for a moment, no one uttering a sound.
Seeing this, Di Jun was very satisfied. He remained still and unleashed his Yuan Qi hand to grab at the Demon Refining Pot.
Seeing that the powerful hand of Yuan Qi had finally grasped the Demon Refining Pot in its palm, and that it would be snatched away by Di Jun in the next moment.
Finally, someone below could no longer contain themselves and raised their hand, unleashing a sword light that slashed at the giant hand of energy.
"Attack! Are we afraid of him when there are so many of us?"
His encouragement caused some people, blinded by greed, to lose their temper again and unleash their magical powers, striking at the Yuan Qi Hand and Emperor Jun himself.
"A bunch of clueless idiots."
Di Jun was not bothered when he saw that the Innate Qi Great Capturing Hand he had unleashed was shattered.
Once again, a magical treasure appeared out of nowhere, its supernatural powers raining down upon him, yet he remained equally calm.
With a mere thought, the Hetu Luoshu flew out from his body, transforming into two beams of light, black and white, sweeping across the sky.
One after another, supernatural powers and spells vanished into nothingness, and one after another, magical treasures were swept away from the sky.
In an instant, it neutralized the overwhelming attack, and the Hetu Luoshu continued its momentum, heading straight for the Demon Refining Pot.
"Thump!"
Just as the Demon-Refining Pot was about to fall into the Hetu Luoshu and be taken away by Dijun, a melodious bell rang out from above everyone's heads...
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