Primordial Era: A Counterattack Against Hongjun Daozu at the Start

"What a sharp-tongued brat!" The bronze battle axe hanging at Chongli's waist roared like a dragon. "How dare you bewitch my clan's ancestral witch into reincarnation?" The sound reverberated, causing the twelve dragon-coiled pillars in the hall to vibrate.

Gonggong condensed the heavy water in his palm into a long spear, the tip pointing directly at Zhouyi's brow: "If I don't break every bone in your body today, I'll change my surname to Gong!"

Zhou Yi noticed Hou Tu quietly retreat to the corner of the hall, a faint smile playing on his lips. He suddenly realized that this interrogation was simply the Wu Clan's unique "hospitality," and chaotic sword energy subtly gathered at his fingertips: "You two want to reason with your fists?"

Before he finished speaking, the longsword at his waist suddenly transformed into a hundred-foot-long azure light. "Then let's see if your witch clan's battle body is tougher, or if my sword is sharper."

The entire Pangu Palace suddenly trembled, and countless beams of light were projected from the star map on the dome. Zhou Yi's eyes ignited with fighting spirit; this contest might be the opportunity for him to break through the bottleneck of swordsmanship.

A sudden surge of scorching heat rose from the shamanic altar, causing Chongli's crimson beard and hair to move without wind, and the flames dancing in his palms cast flickering light and shadow on the stone wall.

Gonggong slammed his halberd, formed from solidified ice, onto the ground, and frost spread rapidly along the cracks in the bluestone bricks.

"You've got guts, though." Chong Li laughed angrily, his bronze wrist guards clanging and sparks flying. "The last one who dared to talk to us like that, his bones have turned to ash."

Gonggong's icy pupils flashed with murderous intent, and his black iron boots crushed the ice on the ground: "Why waste words with this madman? If he dares to harbor any wicked thoughts to bewitch the witch clan, he'll have to pay with his life."

Zhou Yi stepped onto the altar railing with one foot, the golden markings of his sacred body faintly visible beneath his skin.

He casually ripped open his shirt, which was scorched by the heat, revealing a chest covered in ancient runes: "I heard that you two were quite imposing when you smashed through Mount Buzhou back then, and now you want to use me, a junior, to establish your authority?"

Two violent pressures crashed like raging waves, and the animal-head braziers around the altar burst into flames.

Zhou Yi remained as still as a mountain rock, the chaotic aura swirling around his fingertips quietly forming a defensive seal.

"Stop it, all of you!"

A clear shout pierced the air as the Ancestral Witch of Thick Earth descended through the air, stepping on the patterns of tortoise shells.

The two Ancestral Witches, who had been filled with murderous intent just moments before, froze instantly. Chongli hurriedly swatted out the sparks from his sleeves, and the icicles on Gonggong's halberd shattered into pieces on the ground.

"Don't be angry, little sister." Chong Li was jumping up and down, clutching her burnt beard. "We were just testing this kid's strength; we weren't really serious."

Gonggong touched the tip of his nose and retreated into the shadows: "I need to find someone to test the newly refined Xuanbing Cold Qi..."

Hou Tu coldly surveyed the mess on the ground, and the two elder brothers immediately fell silent.

Seeing this, Zhou Yi raised an eyebrow and smiled lightly. The chaotic vortex at his fingertips condensed into a lotus flower, which then suddenly dissipated into the scorching air.

The Netherworld Flames danced silently within the hall. Gonggong subtly took a half-step back, trying to appear calm as he straightened his clothes: "It was merely a discussion and exchange of ideas with fellow Daoists. Please don't misunderstand, Hou Tu."

The water rippled at his fingertips, quietly defusing the tense atmosphere that had just been brewing.

The fire spirit on Chongli's crimson armor trembled slightly, and his gaze drifted towards the sky: "Indeed, we were just discussing cultivation insights." Before he finished speaking, the Fire Mirror hanging at his waist suddenly hummed, revealing the anxiety that its master was trying so hard to suppress.

These two fire gods and water gods, who were famous for burning the heavens and boiling the seas, restrained their sharpness as if they had encountered their nemesis.

Zhou Yi stroked the Xuan Guang Mirror in his sleeve with great interest. The mirror reflected the six-path reincarnation pattern flowing on the thick earth skirt. It turned out that the ancestral witch who could change the color of mountains and rivers in the legends of the primordial world was like a naughty child who had made a mistake in front of his younger sister.

"I apologize for the embarrassment, fellow Daoist." Hou Tu's wide sleeves fluttered lightly, and the smoke that filled the hall instantly transformed into starlight.

She narrowed her beautiful eyes and swept them over her two elder brothers, the phantom of the twelfth-grade world-destroying black lotus faintly visible behind her. "My two elder brothers have always acted with the swiftness of thunder and lightning. If there has been any offense..."

Zhou Yi raised his hand to interrupt, and the Chaotic Green Lotus that appeared in his palm subtly resonated with the World-Destroying Black Lotus:

"Fellow Daoist, you are overthinking it. Just now, the Ancestral Witch Gonggong used the Three Thousand Weak Waters to evolve the stars of the heavens, and the Ancestral Witch Chongli used the Southern Bright Fire to deduce the positions of the Eight Trigrams. Such profound Daoist methods are truly an excellent opportunity to verify my Primordial Great Luo Golden Immortal Daoist fruit."

"What a sharp-tongued brat." The fiery patterns on Zhu Rong's forehead suddenly blazed brightly, and nine fire dragons materialized from the void. "In that case, I will use thirty percent of my cultivation to discuss the Dao with you. If you can withstand my Heaven-Burning and Sea-Boiling Palm..."

"Please enlighten me, Ancestral Witch." The Yin-Yang double fish diagram beneath Zhou Yi's feet suddenly unfolded, and the chaotic phenomena of the primordial chaos appeared behind him. The phantom of the Pangu Banner and the sword energy of the Immortal Slaughtering Sword intertwined in the void, causing the entire Ancestral Witch Palace to resonate with Daoist rhymes.

Hou Tu sighed softly, and the power of reincarnation at his fingertips transformed into a cascading veil, isolating Gonggong, who was watching the battle, outside the barrier. The Ancestral Witch of Water smiled bitterly and summoned the Xuan Yuan Water Control Flag. Rivers surged on the flag, but they could not break through the seemingly fragile six-layered barrier.

Deep within the primordial land, the Wu tribe adheres to an unchanging iron law: strength is truth.

At this moment, in the square in front of the Pangu Palace, raging flames scorched the void, creating ripple-like cracks. The crimson armor of the Ancestral Witch Chongli flowed with the power of law. He looked down at Zhou Yi, who was standing in the middle of the square, and sneered, "Human brat, it's not too late to kneel down and beg for mercy now."

At the top of the twelve towering stone pillars, the projections of the remaining ancestral witches appeared one after another.

Yu Qiang, the Ancestral Witch, landed beside Hou Tu, jingling his silver bell anklets. He tilted his head mischievously and said, "The Daoist partner that Sister brought back is truly interesting. He actually dared to face Brother Chong Li's Burning Heaven Battle Body directly."

As she spoke, the ice chains wrapped around her waist jingled, and the scattered ice crystals evaporated into mist in the high temperature.

Hou Tu stared at the figure in the arena, his fingertips unconsciously tracing the six illusory wheels at his waist.

Three days ago, on the shore of the Netherworld Blood Sea, this Human Emperor, who held the destiny of humanity, was able to see through the nascent cycle of reincarnation within her.

But when she mentioned transforming herself into the Six Paths, Brother Di Hong's Space-Time Blade directly tore through the Thirty-Three Heavens.

"Yu Qiang, do you know that the core of the Twelve Capitals Heavenly Fiend Formation is located in my heart?" Hou Tu's voice made the young ancestral witch tremble violently.

When the formation is activated, the twelve ancestral witches can condense the true form of Pangu, a power that is enough to make even the Heavenly Dao Saints take notice.

But what if the key point of the formation is missing?

A sudden dragon roar interrupted the conversation. Nine golden dragons of fortune rose around Zhou Yi, and the golden Dao patterns of his Ancient Sacred Body shone even brighter in the flames.

Chong Li's pupils contracted. He clearly saw that the moment the other party raised his hand, the void was torn open by pure power.

"Come and fight!" The fighting spirit surging in Zhou Yi's eyes almost burst out of his chest.

Since achieving mastery of the Sacred Body, he has simulated countless battles with the Ancestral Witches. Those innate gods and demons born from Pangu's blood essence are the best touchstones to verify the limits of the Sacred Body.

Enraged, Chongli laughed, and the Nanming Fire coiled around his arm suddenly transformed into a two-headed giant python.

As he stepped forward, magma from the earth's veins erupted simultaneously, and twelve Pangu pillars automatically rose to form a chaotic barrier.