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

Chapter 87 The War of the Liches, the Resurrection of the Twelve Olympian Gods

Xuanming and Houtu are the only two female among the Ancestral Witches. Although Xuanming is cold by nature and does not speak easily, she is also a person with a delicate mind.

Even if they joined forces with Houtu, they wouldn't actually kill Fuxi.

Otherwise, Fuxi himself was not strong in combat; Fuxi was good at divination.

If it were any other ancestral witches joining forces, Fuxi's ashes would probably have been scattered.

Everyone knows that the Witch Clan are brutes, especially when they're in a drunken frenzy, who cares who you really are?

However, it was precisely because of this that Fuxi survived this great battle.

If it were Zhu Rong or Gong Gong instead.

Emmmm, Fuxi is already dead.

An endless crimson hue enveloped the world.

Although the demon race is numerous.

However, their combat strength is generally not very good, unlike the Witch Clan, whose members are few in number but whose combat strength is top-notch.

Especially the battle between Taiyi and Dijun against Zhujiuyin.

It has essentially become a no-go zone for living beings.

The endless laws of time were overturned.

Time and space change, and years pass.

Chaos Island.

"Aren't you going to make a move?" Yuan Huang asked Yuan Meng with some curiosity.

She knew that Yuan Meng planned to train the witch and demon races into an army to conquer all realms.

“Someone will make a move,” Yuan Meng said with a smile, then looked in the direction of Chaos.

Time passes slowly.

Ten thousand years have passed.

Both the Lich and Demon races were in a bloodthirsty frenzy, showing no intention of stopping.

Di Jun looked at the endless stream of Wu tribesmen and felt a little puzzled, but he didn't show it at the moment. After all, it was common knowledge among all the major tribes in the prehistoric world that the Wu tribesmen were few in number.

But now, seeing the emergence of a new Wu clan, Di Jun is very puzzled.

However, even at this critical juncture, Di Jun had no intention of retreating.

Nine of his own sons died.

Of course, this is how Di Jun sees it. If he were to give up like this, how could he face Chang Xi back home?

The Twelve Ancestral Witches thought the same thing.

In their eyes, now that so many members of the Witch Clan have died, you all want to run away? You'll all die here! That's what the Twelve Ancestral Witches were thinking.

"kill!!"

The endless sounds of slaughter resounded, and every moment, lives were lost.

All living beings in the primordial world trembled, fearing that the war would affect them.

After all, a war of this magnitude was beyond their control. Some creatures who had survived the Dragon-Phoenix Calamity trembled deeply upon seeing this scene.

It seemed to have stirred up their fear of a great calamity.

While Yuan Meng sat on Chaos Island observing the changing world, a thought suddenly struck him, and he focused his attention on the Western fantasy world.

In the endless seabed.

Deep, distant darkness.

A terrifying creature lurks in the seabed, its body as red as charcoal.

A ray of golden light rose from this terrifying creature, and an aura of immortality spread.

A glint of light flashed in Yuan Meng's eyes.

"Has it recovered?" Yuan Meng looked at the Six-Eared Macaque, which was lying dormant on the seabed, with a smile on his lips.

An aura of immortality permeated the Six-Eared Macaque.

The next moment, countless golden lights burst forth, and the Six-Eared Macaque's body flew directly out of the seabed, hovering in the Western fantasy world. Apollo, the sun god, looked on with a hint of shock.

"How can it be!!!!"

The black, charcoal-like outer shell of the Six-Eared Macaque peeled off, and golden, immortal divinity spread and intertwined across its body.

The Six-Eared Macaque opened its eyes, an undying fighting spirit appearing in them, its martial will coalescing.

"Roar!!!" A roar resounded throughout the entire Western fantasy world.

The entire Western fantasy world seemed to be shrouded in a shadow.

As his body was repaired, the Six-Eared Macaque's consciousness returned, and his indomitable fighting spirit surged within him.

The Six-Eared Macaque looked up at the great sun in the sky.

A magical iron rod appeared in the hands of the Six-Eared Macaque.

next moment! !

The six-eared macaque looked at the great sun in the sky with endless ferocity in its eyes.

He swung the iron rod in his hand.

Endless spacetime shattered and annihilated, carrying boundless ferocity as it swung directly towards the great sun.

A golden divine sword, imbued with the fire of the sun, fell directly down, blocking the immortal golden iron cudgel in the hands of the Six-Eared Macaque.

Endless shockwaves rose, and space rippled like a turbulent sea.

A golden figure blocked the way for the Six-Eared Macaque.

"Otherworldly demon, I failed to kill you last time, but this time I will burn you to ashes."

Apollo's handsome face carried a hint of solemnity, and the fire of the sun emanated from his body.

He could clearly sense that the Six-Eared Macaque had become stronger this time.

"Fight!!" The Six-Eared Macaque uttered a single word, his violent aura piercing through heaven and earth. The immortal gold iron staff in his hand, intertwined with endless laws, swept directly towards Apollo.

Apollo's eyes shone with endless golden light, the fire of the sun burning within him. He held his divine sword high, and boundless solar power gathered upon it.

A sun sword that pierced through the heavens and earth appeared.

As Apollo swung his hands, they slashed down directly at the Six-Eared Macaque.

"Get stronger?" On Chaos Island, Yuan Meng watched the battle between Apollo and the Six-Eared Macaque. Apollo's own combat power had increased significantly.

At least unlike at the beginning, when they were invaded by the ferocious beast race, the twelve main gods who were pseudo-Daluo were not as powerful as an ancient Golden Immortal in the prehistoric world.

To clarify, "Ancient Golden Immortal" refers to a Golden Immortal who walks the Great Dao, while "Pseudo-Great Luo" refers to a Great Luo who walks the Heavenly Dao—not a fake Great Luo, but a Great Luo who walks the Heavenly Dao. Similarly, "Ancient Great Luo" refers to a Great Luo who walks the Great Dao.

Logically speaking, even though the worlds are different, the twelve main gods, as pseudo-Daluo, still possessed considerable strength. However, when faced with the first invasion of the ferocious beast race...

The combat power displayed by the twelve main gods was simply too weak.

He had been living in a comfortable life for too long. Although he had the strength of a pseudo-Da Luo, his combat power had deteriorated, and he was no longer under external pressure.

He possessed the pseudo-Great Luo realm, but his combat power was inferior to that of an ancient Golden Immortal.

At the very least, a pseudo-Daluo in the primordial world, namely the Heavenly Dao Daluo, could easily suppress a Great Dao Golden Immortal. After all, there is a difference of two major realms, which is no joke.

Back to the present.

The Six-Eared Macaque is now following the same path of the Great Dao. As for why, the Six-Eared Macaque is like the era before Hongjun spread the Dao.

In that era, all living beings grew wildly and untamed. There were no specific cultivation methods, and growth depended entirely on their own comprehension.

Because of Hongjun's saying that the magic could not be passed on to six ears, the Six-Eared Macaque did not embark on the path of heaven. Of course, in the original work, the Six-Eared Macaque eventually embarked on the path of heaven, relying on his own supernatural powers to secretly learn many cultivation methods.

However, now, Yuan Meng has directly led the Six-Eared Macaque onto the path of martial arts, pursuing the ultimate combat power.

Although he has just broken through to the Golden Immortal realm, his strength is not weak.

However, for now, the Six-Eared Macaque is no match for Apollo.

Except for Ares, who died, the twelve Olympian gods have all regained their power, returning to the level they had when they overthrew the previous twelve Olympian gods and the Titans.

Their comfortable lives were over, and they knew that if they didn't become stronger, they would be the ones to die; Ares' death was the best proof of that.

Under such external threat, the fighting power of the twelve Olympian gods began to recover.

(End of this chapter)