Primordial Era: A Counterattack Against Hongjun Daozu at the Start

Before the fists of the two supreme beings even touched, the explosive turbulent currents of laws had already sent the watching Kuafu Great Witch flying hundreds of feet away.

"Well done!" Zhou Yi's eyes blazed with fighting spirit as he crushed three zhang of void with his feet.

His bones exploded with thunderous cracks, and the golden patterns of his twelve-layered sacred body emerged from his muscles. He actually used his flesh and blood to withstand the giant palm of Chongli, which carried the power of heaven and earth.

The moment the two forces collided, the entire starry sea seemed to be paused.

The pupils of the twelve Ancestral Witches watching the scene shrank abruptly. In the shockwave that was powerful enough to shatter stars, two figures actually took three steps back at the same time, leaving six burning footprints in the void.

The Xuanbing Lamp in Gonggong's hand shattered with a crash, and the sound of ice crystals falling to the ground startled the frozen spacetime.

The Wu Clan's proud myth of invincible physical bodies was now being trampled underfoot by that human cultivator in fluttering blue robes.

Ju Mang dug his fingertips into his palm and clearly saw that what flowed under Zhou Yi's skin was the purest blood and qi power, rather than any protective supernatural power.

"Again!" Chong Li wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, crimson battle markings spreading across his neck. His fists ignited with raging flames, but Zhou Yi tore through the fire curtain with an even more violent fist wind.

Thousands of sparks exploded where the two men's fists clashed, and each collision of flesh and bone sent shivers down the spines of the onlookers.

Three hundred rounds pass in the blink of an eye.

When Zhou Yi cleaved through Chong Li's protective fire domain with a whip kick, Qiang Liang suddenly noticed that his Thunder Bone Whip was trembling, a tremor he only felt when encountering a beast of equal ferocity.

The two in the center of the battlefield had already transformed into two intertwined beams of light and shadow, causing space to crumble inch by inch wherever they passed.

"That's exhilarating!" Chong Li suddenly burst into wild laughter, the flames around him turning a pure gold. This war god of the witch race, who had always looked down on all races, now voluntarily reduced his oppressive aura by thirty percent: "Human brat, tell me your body-tempering method!"

The Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation moved automatically without wind, and Emperor Hong's spacetime domain quietly enveloped the battlefield.

All the ancestral witches knew that this duel had long transcended victory or defeat.

When the human race's physical bodies can rival those of the Ancestral Witches, the foundation of the primordial order is being reconstructed before their very eyes.

In the center of the chaotic battlefield, within a domain where flames and gales intertwined, two figures clashed in the void, creating a shockwave that seemed to annihilate stars.

An unprecedented fighting spirit surged in the golden pupils of Chongli Zuwu. He never expected that this human cultivator, who was regarded as an ant, could actually touch the highest threshold of the Wu clan's inheritance in terms of physical skills.

When Zhou Yi's fist tore through the laws of space for the third time, carving spiderweb-like cracks in the Xuanhuang barrier set up by the Thick Earth Ancestral Witch, several gasps of cold air came from the throne of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

The thick earth, which has always protected the primordial wilderness with the laws of the earth, gently stroked the Yuqiang hair ornament hanging down by her temples. Beneath her long eyelashes, there was a look of astonishment that transcended eras. She could clearly see that within that slender figure lay the life essence comparable to a chaotic demon god.

"Stop!" Zhou Yi suddenly stopped and retreated, the illusory image of the Chaotic Green Lotus behind him condensing into a physical Daoist aura.

His dark battle robe was torn into flowing cloud shapes by the gale, but his exposed muscles were covered with Dao patterns like the jade tablets of creation: "The warm-up should be over. Let me see just how majestic the primordial battle body nurtured by Pangu's blood essence truly is."

The Ancestral Witch Chongli laughed wildly, and the ancient fire serpent that had been coiling around his arm suddenly transformed into raging flames that burned the heavens.

The powerful fire dragon beneath his feet roared, its cry shattering thirty percent of the starry sea beyond the Nine Heavens. "Exhilarating! Such a physique is worthy of witnessing my primordial form!"

When the ten-thousand-foot-tall demonic body rose from the ground, the entire primordial earth veins trembled.

The ancestral witch Chongli revealed her true form as if Mount Buzhou were hanging upside down, with every scale engraved with the Dao traces of the creation era, and the chaotic fire essence that wrapped around her body burned eternal scars into the void.

This perfect battle body, bearing the bloodline of Pangu, is finally revealing its magnificence to the primordial world.

The chaotic mist surrounding Zhou Yi suddenly boiled like soup, and the Azure Lotus Dao Seed manifested three thousand Daoist principles in his brow.

When the first wisp of primordial energy pierced through his crown chakra, what appeared behind him was a chaotic dharma image that rivaled the true form of the Ancestral Witch.

Two supreme Dao bodies, originating from different lineages, confronted each other across the void, their surging pressure causing stardust to fall from the Purple Cloud Palace beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens.

"Come and fight!" The two towering figures roared simultaneously, and the moment their fists collided, the entire causal chain of the Investiture of the Gods was twisted.

The ancestral witches watching the battle unanimously formed protective hand seals. They knew that this duel would redefine the power structure of the prehistoric world, and that human cultivator was using the most primitive method to challenge the pride of the witch race that had been passed down for millions of years.

With the blessing of the resonance of the two celestial phenomena, Zhou Yi's sacred body and bloodline burst forth with brilliant golden light, and his aura was even comparable to that of the Ancestral Witch Chongli.

As the Ancestral Witches witnessed this unprecedented scene, the spacetime mark between Emperor Hong's brows trembled slightly, and the water elemental power that Gonggong had gathered in his hand quietly dissipated.

The moment the two palms clashed, three thousand Great Dao runes appeared on the dome of the Pangu Palace.

The two forces collided with a deafening roar that seemed to shatter the heavens and the earth. Visible spatial ripples spread outwards, instantly obliterating the twelve guardian totem poles within the hall.

The mysterious ice barrier that Yu Qiang, the ancestral witch, conjured with a wave of his hand also turned into countless stardust in the aftershocks.

When the smoke cleared, the twelve golden bells hanging from the waist of the ancestral witch Ru Shou suddenly shattered in unison.

To everyone's astonishment, the Xuanhuang earth vein beneath Chongli's feet had broken by three inches, while the earth vein where Zhouyi stood had formed a nine-turn loop.

This scene of human power shaking the sacred land of the Ancestral Witches caused ripples in the long river of time that flowed through Zhu Jiuyin's eyes.

"I have lost." A blazing purple flame ignited at Chongli's fingertips, but it transformed into lotus blossoms when it touched Zhou Yi's clothes. "What a cultivator who proves the Dao through strength! He has actually refined the power of the laws to this extent."

The Dao patterns between Zhou Yi's brows flickered, and the faint phantom of the Six Paths of Reincarnation emanated from his body: "In terms of control over the origin of fire, senior, you have only revealed thirty percent of its power."

Before he finished speaking, the Breath of Earth in the palm of the Thick Earth Ancestral Witch suddenly transformed into the prototype of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, causing the other Ancestral Witches' expressions to change drastically.

This contest was like a meteorite thrown into a calm lake, completely changing the ancestral witches' understanding of the Book of Changes.

As everyone moved to the edge of Pangu's Blood Pool, a star chart reflecting the intertwined fortunes of the Wu and Yao races was displayed in a teacup condensed from the innate Yi Wood Qi of the Ancestral Witch Jumang.

"Although the Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation can summon the phantom of the Father God," Hou Tu said, lightly tapping the blood pool with his fingertip, revealing the Netherworld Blood Sea beneath the Nine Netherworlds, "the cycle of Heavenly Dao must eventually reach its end, and perhaps this is where the true vitality of the Witch Clan lies."

Her words caused the blood pool to surge, and faint cries of sorrow from the netherworld could be heard.

Zhou Yi stared at the reflection in the pool and suddenly realized that the holy blood in his body was resonating with the blood pool.

When the phantom of the Six Paths of Reincarnation appeared behind him, Emperor Hong, the Ancestral Witch, suddenly tore through space and took out a piece of Chaos Primordial Stone, on which were clearly engraved the Chaos Dao Patterns left over from when Pangu created the world.

The turbid waves of the Netherworld Blood Sea reflected in Di Hong's silver-gray eyes. This Ancestral Witch, who wielded the laws of space, raised his hand to smooth the rift in the void: "Fellow Daoist's spatial escape technique is exquisite. I hope you will forgive my earlier offense, but..."