Primordial Era: A Counterattack Against Hongjun Daozu at the Start

The illusory figure of the Ancestor of Ten Thousand Fires flickered, solemnly pushing the crimson gourd, engraved with profound patterns, toward Zhou Yi. The chaotic aura flowing across the gourd's surface revealed its extraordinary nature.

This is the Nine-Nine Soul-Scattering Gourd, a supreme innate treasure coveted by the Three Realms.

As Zhou Yi gazed at the primordial spirit about to dissipate before him, the scene of their joint comprehension of the Dao a hundred years ago came vividly to mind.

If he hadn't used a forbidden technique at the crucial moment to protect the True Spirit of Ten Thousand Fires, this kind-hearted old man from the Primordial Era would have long since perished in the Blood Sea Formation of the Styx Master.

"Fellow Daoist, rest assured in your cycle of reincarnation. This treasure will remain with me for now, and I will return it to you intact when you reshape your Dao body." Zhou Yi gently stroked the gourd, vaguely sensing the destructive laws lurking within it. Such a supreme treasure, containing the creation of heaven and earth, would even tempt a sage.

The guiding light of the Six Paths of Reincarnation has already shone. Zhenyuan Daxian, shedding his demeanor as the abbot of Wuzhuang Temple, holds hands with his longtime friend and gazes at each other.

The Earth Book transformed into a stream of light, protecting the Myriad Fire Primordial Spirit, and plunged straight into the depths of the Netherworld. The body, untainted by cause and effect, caused auspicious golden light to emanate from the pathways of reincarnation.

In the Asura Palace deep within the sea of ​​blood, the Lord of the Styx crushed the blood-jade cup in his hand. The scene he glimpsed through the crimson lotus of karmic fire made his already scarlet eyes nearly bleed.

The chaotic battle for the Primordial Purple Qi a hundred years ago reappeared. If Zhou Yi hadn't intervened, he would have already refined the Myriad Fire Primordial Spirit into the Blood God Child Avatar!

"Let you be smug for a while longer..." The cult leader's sinister gaze swept over the twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Banners arrayed around the Blood Sea, suppressing his surging killing intent.

The excruciating pain from having his Blood God clone shattered by the combined might of the Ancestral Witches was still fresh in his bones; now was no opportunity for revenge.

In the land of reincarnation, the Goddess Pingxin, transformed from the Ancestral Witch of Thick Earth, opened her Heavenly Eye. As the Witch Clan's battle banners were planted throughout the Ten Courts of the Underworld, this newly born world was finally settled. And a soul bearing innate blessings had quietly entered the mortal realm.

Within the primordial cycle of reincarnation, the Wu clan's bloodline received double protection due to the self-sacrificing act of the Ancestral Wu of the Thick Earth. They not only maintained the order of life and death, but also continuously accumulated merit through the operation of reincarnation.

This special mechanism makes the Wu Clan naturally invincible in the Lich War. Even if all their fellow clansmen outside the Lich Clan perish, as long as the Wu Clan in the reincarnation system still exists, the entire clan will not be completely wiped out.

The great feat of Houtu Zuwu forging reincarnation with his own body was essentially a passive choice under the will of Heaven.

When Zhou Yi witnessed the Ancestral Witch's true spirit merge into the Netherworld, he deeply understood the ironclad law governing the operation of the primordial world: the so-called destiny cannot be defied, and even powerful races like the Witch and Demon are nothing more than pawns on the chessboard of the Heavenly Dao.

Those seemingly eternal and powerful beings will eventually fade into obscurity as the laws of heaven and earth change.

"The three paths of Heaven, Earth, and Man should stand in a tripod balance, so why have they become appendages of the Way of Heaven?"

Zhou Yi stared at the gradually forming six-path wheel, lost in thought.

As the embodiment of the world's rules, the Heavenly Dao should be impartial and selfless, but after Hongyuan Daoist merged with the Dao, it developed a tendency towards his own will.

Although the Earthly Path governs the cycle of life and death, the authority of its founder, the Ancestral Witch of Thick Earth, is suppressed by the Heavenly Path; the Human Path, which should gather the power of all living beings, has become the weakest existence due to the dispersion of the will of living beings.

This imbalance in the cosmos served as a wake-up call for Zhou Yi. He foresaw that humanity might face a similar predicament in the future: when the will of Heaven intends to use humanity as a pawn in its calamity, how can the scattered power of sentient beings resist? The case of the Thick Earth Ancestral Shaman reveals the cruel truth.

Rather than perish together, it is better to accumulate strength by adapting to circumstances.

Thus, Zhou Yi began to secretly plot, attempting to plant a chance for humanity to reverse the inevitable collapse of the game. Just as the reincarnation system preserved the flame for the Wu tribe, he wanted to open up a hidden channel of life for humanity under the watchful eye of Heaven.

As the ancestral shaman of the fertile earth transformed into the cycle of reincarnation, the Book of Changes cleverly laid out a hidden chess piece.

This divine embryo, hidden deep within the core of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, is not only the key to the rebirth of the Ancestral Witch of the Thick Earth, but also the light of hope for the future.

Although everything is still unclear at the moment, once the divine embryo matures, it will surely bring an unprecedented shock to the primordial world.

With the establishment of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, the Witch Clan has returned to a state of war preparedness. All the Ancestral Witches are well aware that the prelude to the Third Witch-Demon War is about to begin.

After bidding farewell to Zhen Yuanzi, Zhou Yi hurriedly returned to the human race, as he sensed that time was running out and the situation was not optimistic.

Upon returning to the human race, Zhou Yi's worst fears came true: the demon race had launched an attack on the human race ahead of schedule.

"Tell me in detail what exactly happened?" Zhou Yi asked calmly.

Under his leadership, the human race is no longer the vulnerable group it once was on the ancient land. Even when facing the demon race, Zhou Yi firmly believes that the human race possesses a certain ability to retaliate.

Suihuang stepped forward and reported: "Reporting to the Eighth Ancestor, the matter is indeed strange. When the human race was first born, the demon race, out of fear of the sage Nuwa, lived in peace with our race and there was no large-scale conflict."

However, this time, the demon race was clearly prepared; several powerful demons at the Golden Immortal realm launched a surprise attack on our tribe.

In the early days of humanity, the demon race, protected by the sage Nuwa, dared not openly provoke them. Although a few minor demons devoured humans, none of them posed a significant threat.

Since Zhou Yi helped the human race give birth to three Great Luo Golden Immortals and taught them the Heaven-Covering Emperor's Technique, the human race has gradually risen, and the surrounding lesser demons have been completely eliminated.

However, this open attack by a demon race at the Golden Immortal level is clearly extraordinary.

"What are the casualties among our people?" Zhou Yi pressed. Ziyi stepped forward and replied, "Since the Eighth Ancestor established the Four Armies of Wind, Forest, Fire, and Mountain, the Mountain-Backing Army has always protected our people. When the demons attacked, the Mountain-Backing Army reacted swiftly, so our casualties were limited."

The Ziyi clan, commander of the Kaoshan army, was most aware of this matter. Zhou Yi's expression darkened, and he said coldly, "Limited casualties? That means some clansmen still perished?"

Ziyi lowered his head and said, "Eighth Ancestor, the demon race's surprise attack was swift. Although the Kaoshan Army reacted quickly, they still could not completely avoid casualties."

Zhou Yi angrily rebuked, "Useless! I formed the Wind, Forest, Fire, and Mountain Armies precisely to protect the human race. If you can't even protect the lives of your own people, what are you talking about protecting them?"

His voice carried an undeniable authority, clearly showing his deep concern for the safety of humanity.

Zhou Yi crushed the jade cup in his fingers, his burning gaze sweeping over the four elders: "I entrusted the clan to you back then, is this my answer?"

Just as Suihuang was about to speak in defense, his throat tightened under the rising pressure from the other party: "Your Majesty, please allow me to report that the casualties this time are more than 70% less than a hundred years ago..."

"I don't want to hear numbers." Zhou Yi stirred up a wave of energy, and the candles in the hall went out. "Even if only one baby is left crying, it should be etched in your hearts."

The four guardians stared down at the cracks in the blue bricks, their fingernails digging deep into their palms. They had once thought that repelling seventy percent of the demon soldiers was an achievement, but now they realized that in the Emperor's eyes, any casualties were dereliction of duty.

"The six Golden Serpent Demon Generals who escaped from the Western Border..." Youchao's voice was barely audible.