Primordial Era: With unparalleled comprehension, I created three thousand demon realms.

Chapter 63 The Grand Show Begins: The Death of the Eastern King
"What if I told you there was a chance that you two wouldn't have to pay back?" Di Jun said in a deep voice.

Zhunti's pupils contracted, and Jieyin closed his eyes, but his trembling eyelids revealed the unease in his heart.

"What did you say?" Zhunti looked at Dijun.

"There's no need for you two to take action. You only need to invite Zhen Yuanzi to the Western Land to discuss the Dao for ten thousand years," Di Jun said in a deep voice.

Jieyin, who had been keeping his eyes closed, opened them and looked at Dijun: "Fellow Daoist, you have a plan."

Di Jun smiled.

"Then that's settled. I've never been to the Western Lands before. You two just summoned Zhen Yuanzi here to discuss the Dao," Di Jun said with a smile, before disappearing from the main hall.

With a thoughtful look in his eyes, Zhunti said in a deep voice, "Dijun wants to obtain the Primordial Purple Qi."

“Use our hands to stop Zhen Yuanzi,” Jieyin then said.

“Doing this would completely offend Zhen Yuanzi,” Jieyin said with a complicated look in his eyes.

“Senior brother, we have no choice, nor can we choose. The karma between the two saintly positions is too great,” Zhunti said slowly, a hint of ferocity in his eyes.

Jieyin closed his eyes and said nothing more, but he had already explained what the two of them were going to do.

Compared to offending Zhen Yuanzi, the karmic consequences of having two holy positions are far greater.

Chaos Island.

Yuan Meng had a smile on his lips.

"The big show is about to begin," Yuan Meng murmured, a glint of shrewdness in his eyes.

Hongyun's death was inevitable. Even if she didn't die in this scheme, she would have died for something else.

Yuan Meng has no intention of changing these things.

If Hongyun had not died, how could he have become Shennong, the Earth Sovereign, one of the Three Sovereigns of Heaven, Earth, and Man in later generations?
Everything is preordained.

"What are you laughing at?" Yuan Huang asked Yuan Meng with some curiosity.

"The grand drama of the primordial era is about to begin," Yuan Meng said with a smile.

Yuan Huang shook her head helplessly, ignoring Yuan Meng.

Time passes slowly.

On the witch clan's side.

The friction between the two sides has intensified recently. Neither side is restraining itself anymore. When they meet, it's either you die or I die.

The Witch Clan is also one of the warlike races.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches are the same; they are all fearless beings.

However, because of Hongyun's matter.

Neither Dijun nor Taiyi have paid much attention to the friction with the Wu Clan recently.

In their eyes, obtaining the Primordial Purple Qi is more important than anything else.

However, they were still waiting for the two Westerners to invite Zhen Yuanzi to discuss the Dao.

East China Sea.

On a fairy island in the East China Sea.

This is the territory of the Eastern King Duke. The entire immortal island is inhabited by some unaffiliated cultivators from the primordial era. These unaffiliated cultivators are basically people without any connections or resources.

It exists without any background, resources, or race.

That's why they're called "free spirits".

However, the number is not small, exceeding hundreds of millions.

The leader was naturally the Eastern King Duke, and then the Eastern King Duke became arrogant.

Feeling powerful and capable, he decided to take over the primordial sea area first.

According to the original historical trajectory, Dongwanggong did indeed conquer the East Sea of ​​the Primordial World, since the Dragon Clan had completely declined in the original timeline.

The pure-blooded dragons were basically all wiped out. What were the remaining ones, including the Four Dragon Kings of the Seas in later generations?

As a powerful figure in the early stages of Quasi-Sainthood, it's not surprising that the Eastern King Duke could take down the declining Dragon Clan.

But that was the old story.

Now, thanks to Yuan Meng's intervention, the Dragon Clan's elite forces are still intact, and the Ancestral Dragon has even become a Primordial Golden Immortal. There are five Quasi-Saints among the Dragon Clan.

As for quasi-saints, needless to say.

Originally, the Eastern King Duke was destroyed by Di Jun and Tai Yi.

But now, the Eastern King Duke has led his entire force, the Purple Mansion, out in full force, all in an effort to win this battle decisively.

Then, he set foot in the primordial world, dreaming of overthrowing the demon race led by Emperor Jun and Taiyi, and sitting on the throne of the Heavenly Emperor himself.

To become the true leader of male immortals.

This battle drew the attention of all the great beings of the primordial world to the East Sea.

These powerful beings from the primordial era also wanted to see what kind of foundation the three innate races, which had existed since ancient times, truly possessed, especially considering the gifts they had given back then.

But that's a hundred innate spiritual treasures!

That's an innate spiritual treasure! You could say that the three innate races are incredibly wealthy.

The Eastern King Duke led his massive army on a direct march.

It points directly to the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea.

Just then, a figure appeared on the East China Sea.

Ao Mie!!
One of the Dragon Clan's Quasi-Saints!

They are also pure-blooded dragons, the strongest dragon race besides the Ancestral Dragon.

"Kill!!!" The moment countless immortals and gods of the Purple Mansion saw Ao Mie, their eyes were filled with boundless killing intent.

The Eastern King looked at Ao Mie with a hint of jealousy in his eyes.

He didn't think Ao Mie was stronger than him. Back then, when he sensed Ao Mie at the Zixiao Palace Bell, he was only at the Quasi-Saint level, but he knew that Ao Mie and the others had concealed their auras.

Ao Mie watched this scene expressionlessly.

The war between the three races back then was far more terrifying than any of these.

You must know that during the great war between the three races, the blood of immortals and gods surged into the heavens and flooded the primordial world. What is this compared to that?

"Really." Ao Mie couldn't help but shake his head.

"A bunch of ants," Ao Mie said calmly, extending his large hand.

The world became dark.

A gigantic dragon gourd appeared between the primordial world, every scale clearly visible, entwined with endless laws.

Its divine light was dazzling, billions of times brighter than the sun.

Ao Mie gently squeezed his hand.

The enormous dragon claw covered countless worlds, enveloping all the immortals and gods of the Purple Mansion, including the quasi-saint, the Eastern King Duke.

Countless drops of blood flowed from the dragon's claws.

The dragon-headed cane in Dongwanggong's hand was crushed into pieces by Ao Mie. He risked his life and sacrificed his body to escape from the dragon's claws.

The vast army of hundreds of millions of Purple Mansion soldiers perished and vanished.

Countless laws intertwined and surged, obliterating everything. The blood of immortals and gods stained the East Sea red, and endless blood rain fell.

Those with great supernatural powers who were observing this great battle, including the Three Pure Ones, felt as if their hearts were being squeezed tightly.

"The dragon race's withdrawal from the prehistoric stage does not mean it has declined or fallen into obscurity. It's truly astonishing that even ants dare to covet the dragon race," Ao Mie said calmly, his figure appearing before the divine soul of the Eastern King Duke.

"You cannot kill me! I am the head of the male immortals appointed by the Dao Ancestor!" Dongwanggong's spirit roared.

Filled with resentment, anger, and boundless despair.

"A person should know their own worth. Fools who can't see their own place don't deserve to live in the primordial world," Ao Mie said indifferently, extending his large hand.

Endless light of laws emerged, enveloping Dongwanggong as if it were a vessel of the Great Dao.

Endless laws surged.

A quasi-saint was thus brutally obliterated by Ao Mie.

Quasi-Saints are the highest beings in the primordial world. In an era when saints do not appear, the only way to kill a Quasi-Saint is through the erosion of time.

However, in Ao Mie's hands, they were like infants, unable to even put up a fight.

They were simply and brutally wiped out by Ao Mie.

"This also serves as a warning to those who plot against the three races: think carefully before you try to plan your schemes, and see if you can bear the consequences," Ao Mie said calmly before returning to the Dragon Palace.

Above the East Sea, only endless crimson silently tells the story that just now, billions of immortals and gods perished here, including a quasi-saint!
This is also the first Quasi-Saint to fall since the Dragon-Phoenix Calamity.

Great supernatural beings, including the Three Pure Ones, withdrew their divine senses.

(End of this chapter)