Primordial Era: A Counterattack Against Hongjun Daozu at the Start

The originally powerful fist force transformed into a galaxy that stretched across the sky, shattering the Nine Heavens Barrier.

The roc's wings, capable of blotting out the sky, trembled violently, its eyes reflecting a scene of apocalypse: "Demon Court Saint Lord, this child has already touched the forbidden realm."

An ancient bell tolls from a rift in spacetime, its bronze face reflecting the trajectories of the celestial stars.

Three hundred and sixty chaotic chains descended from the bell, freezing the thousands of miles of mountains and rivers into a traditional Chinese ink painting.

The phantom of the Demon Emperor Jun appeared on the bell wall, and with a wave of his hand, he manifested the cycle of birth and death in the primordial world.

"You think your mere celestial chart can stop me?"

Five-colored mysterious light emanated from Zhou Yi's body, and yin-yang fish rose behind him to absorb the primordial energy of heaven and earth, while golden lotuses at his feet bloomed with myriad rays of light.

The five primordial forces intertwined to form a chaotic vortex that could destroy all laws, forcibly tearing open a rift in the spacetime confinement.

As the Taiyi Divine Bell emitted its world-destroying sonic waves, Zhou Yi had already transformed into a stream of light and vanished into the void rift. The Demon Emperor's furious roar shattered the stars of the Thirty-Three Heavens, but he could only capture the scattered golden remnants of flame in the spatial turbulence.

On the day the Silver Dragon reborn and reappeared in the world, the Heavenly Knights returned on the clouds!

A cry for help came from beyond the Nine Heavens, and the God Taiyi summoned his natal artifact, the Chaos Bell, to traverse the galaxy. However, the barrier of time and space was insurmountable, so he could only use the Bell's soul to break through the boundary and rush to the aid.

Five-colored divine light flowed in Zhou Yi's palm, tearing open a rift in spacetime within the Chaos Bell's seal. Even with the Demon Emperor wielding the Heaven-Opening Sacred Artifact, he could not be stopped from calmly shattering the void and departing.

This reclusive sage of the human race does not wish to reveal his true power for the time being. If he were to unleash his full potential, he would surely challenge the supreme demon race to a contest of the highest Daoist arts of the Three Realms. The successful plundering of the Fire Cloud Secret Realm and the subjugation of the Roc were truly unexpected delights.

The Chaos Bell tolled throughout the nine heavens, as the Demon Emperor intended to freeze time and space to save the Demon Master.

Unexpectedly, the five elements manifested celestial phenomena: the green lotus suppressed the earth's veins, the crimson flames burned the sky, the mysterious ice sealed the four seas, the golden spears shattered the eight wastelands, and the thick earth carried all things.

When the five elements were unified, the Chaos Bell was shaken and rang three times.

What enraged Taiyi God the most was that Zhou Yi, in front of his Demon Emperor Dharma Form, shattered the Demon Master's 100,000-year-old Dao Foundation with a single palm strike.

The echoes of the Chaos Bell still linger in our ears, but the Demon Master Jin Yu has already turned to ashes. If this matter were to spread throughout the Three Realms and Six Paths, the prestige of the demon race would likely be tarnished.

Regarding the subsequent movements of the Demon Master Roc, Zhou Yi was unable to verify his final fate due to the urgency of the matter. However, this ancient being, who existed since the beginning of chaos, possessed survival methods far beyond what ordinary people could imagine.

In the inevitable final war between the Lich King and the Demon Emperor Jun, even though powerful figures like Taiyi God and Demon Emperor Jun perished one after another, the Roc was still able to escape unscathed, demonstrating its remarkable wisdom in survival.

Although the Zhouyi (Book of Changes) unleashed the world-destroying power of the combined secret characters of "皆" and "临," shattering millions of miles of mountains and rivers, it was still insufficient to completely eradicate such an existence.

However, it is certain that even if the Roc uses a secret technique to escape, its essence will inevitably suffer severe damage.

Based on calculations of the fluctuations in the laws of heaven and earth, this ancient demon will need at least twelve eons to reshape its demonic body, making it difficult for it to stir up trouble again in the short term.

With the countdown to the third Lich Calamity underway, the demon race will suffer a significant blow to its overall strength by losing this strategist-type combatant.

As the newly emerging protagonists of the world, the pressure on the human race in the upcoming calamity will naturally be reduced accordingly, and this ebb and flow is in line with the operation of the Heavenly Dao.

Having dealt with the battle, Zhou Yi used the Shrinking Earth Technique to instantly arrive at a secret realm in the primordial world. He called out to the void, "The River Styx and the Sea of ​​Blood have receded, and the Demon Master's whereabouts are nowhere to be found. Fellow Daoist, why don't you show yourself?"

Before he finished speaking, ripples appeared in the space, revealing the ethereal Wan Huo Dao Ren.

This innate deity, who had just undergone self-destruction and rebirth, was now struggling to even maintain his physical form.

"I survived this ordeal entirely thanks to your great help, fellow Daoist." As Wan Huo's remnant soul bowed, it caused bursts of light particles to dissipate, revealing that his original quasi-saint cultivation was less than one-tenth of what it once was.

He stroked the illusory gourd of scattered souls and sighed, "How laughable that after cultivating diligently for billions of years, holding the opportunity to become a saint, I have ended up in such a state."

The Primordial Purple Qi was completely exhausted during the process of protecting its master, and now it has transformed into a stream of light and disappeared into the depths of the void.

In fact, Wan Huo was able to retain his remnant soul due to two major opportunities: first, the vitality of creation contained in the Primordial Purple Qi, and second, the soul-soliciting effect of the Soul-Scattering Gourd, a companion spiritual treasure.

However, Zhou Yi did not reveal the key to this matter, allowing the other party to attribute the credit to himself.

"Fellow Daoist, you are mistaken." Zhou Yi lightly tapped his sword finger, transferring a wisp of chaotic energy into the Myriad Fire Divine Soul:

"Who in the entire primordial world doesn't know Fellow Daoist Wan Huo's name of supreme benevolence? It's the Blood Sea Styx and the Northern Underworld Demon Master who act insidiously and against the laws of heaven. Now that I've encountered this matter, how can I sit idly by?"

Upon hearing this, the remnant soul of Wan Huo became even more solid, and said with a wry smile, "It's a pity that the Primordial Purple Qi has already disappeared with the secrets of heaven, otherwise I would definitely give it to you to repay your great kindness."

Unbeknownst to him, the elusive opportunity to achieve sainthood was currently surrounded by five chaotic phenomena, and was quietly intercepted by Zhou Yi in the river of time and space using unparalleled means.

Even when the illusory image of the Chaos Bell, which was said to suppress all heavens, appeared to obstruct it, it retreated in disgrace before the extraordinary phenomenon of the Five Emperors' Canopy.

Deep within the golden ocean that flickers amidst the chaotic vortex, Zhou Yi seals that ancient purple aura within his natal golden sea.

He traced the densely patterned sealing array with his fingertips, and sighed softly at the illusory figure in the clouds: "Fellow Daoist, do you know that in these 129,600 years, what you have been pursuing may not be the opportunity to become a saint?"

The remnant soul of Wan Huo flickered uncertainly in the karmic fire. Upon hearing this, the causal lines around his body trembled violently: "What do you mean, fellow Daoist?" His hoarse voice was filled with broken Daoist rhymes.

A yin-yang fish array appeared in Zhou Yi's palm, and as he deduced, the starry river swirled: "When you forcibly bound your true spirit to the primordial purple energy, did you notice the seed of calamity planted during the lectures at Zixiao Palace?"

He pointed to the seven cracks wrapped around Wan Huo's soul body, "The three poisons of greed, anger, and ignorance have eroded the foundation of the Dao, and delusions have become locks that imprison the true spirit."

As the clouds gathered and dispersed, Wan Huo, gazing at his cracked soul, suddenly laughed bitterly: "So that's how it is. The karma I acquired when Zi Xiao gave up her seat back then has turned into a piercing lock on my heart!"

The broken body suddenly burst forth with a clear, luminous light, and countless Dao patterns of heaven and earth flickered and died within the soul.

"There might still be a chance." Zhou Yi suddenly broke the seal on the Sea of ​​Bitterness with two fingers, and three illusory images of chaotic azure lotuses lifted up the remnant soul of Wan Huo. "Fellow Daoist, would you be willing to temporarily entrust your true spirit to my Reincarnation Seal? Although you will have to retrace your cultivation path, but..."

A chaotic aura containing the power of creation shone from his fingertips.

The remnant soul of Wan Huo trembled violently within the chaotic vortex, and the shattered primordial energy of heaven and earth began to reassemble: "Is this the Primordial Limitless Dao Seed?"

Countless fragments of annihilated memories suddenly began to resurface, and the primordial Dao patterns from the beginning of the universe appeared on the surface of the remnant soul.

Zhou Yi unleashed the Mountain and River Map, which contained the secrets of creation, and incorporated the remnant souls of the myriad fires into it: "Three thousand years later, when the Chaos Sea reopens, it may be the opportunity for you to be reborn."

A clear and melodious phoenix cry resounded from the painting, shaking the heavens, and one could vaguely see the innate fire essence reshaping the foundation of one's Dao.

The remnant soul in the chaotic void flickered like a candle flame in the wind, and the situation of the Ancestor of Ten Thousand Fires at this moment can be described as desperate.

Even for a powerful Grand Luo Golden Immortal, if they wanted to reconstitute this remaining true spirit into a Dao body, at least three Quasi-Saint level beings would need to simultaneously unleash their Origin Laws.