Primordial Era: A Counterattack Against Hongjun Daozu at the Start

Zhou Yi's lips curled into a cold, stern smile: "Do you see that? This is the trajectory of rebirth from the ashes."

The iron-blooded legion, tempered by the flames of war, also follows this truth: how can an invincible army be forged without experiencing life-and-death battles? Zhou Yi gazed at the battlefield with a resolute expression.

Although the Changlin Army has intimidated both clans with its fierce bravery today, he still sees shortcomings that urgently need to be addressed.

In the initial battle, many soldiers would instinctively tremble when facing a Great Luo Realm demon king. This is a normal reaction for living beings when facing the threat of death, but it made it difficult for the Heavenly Gang Battle Formation to be fully deployed.

Only when they faced the Demon King head-on and held their own did this newly formed army truly transform. The starlight flowing within the formation shone ever brighter, and the soldiers' eyes began to burn with an unwavering belief in victory.

This is precisely the key to Zhou Yi's plan: only through tempering in mountains of corpses and seas of blood can one cultivate a sharp military spirit that can kill gods and demons.

When this will is fully concentrated, even if a sage is in front, wherever the human race's battle flag points, millions of soldiers will follow.

Of course, this requires countless baptisms of blood and fire, just like forging a divine weapon through a thousand hammer blows.

"This battle is the first hammer blow in forging the sword." Zhou Yi gripped the sword at his waist, feeling the tremors from the battlefield.

At this moment, the comparison of cultivation systems that were being hotly debated on the forum caught his attention, and he took the opportunity to explain his ideas.

The controversy surrounding the Primordial Realm stems from a cognitive bias regarding the definition of the Great Luo Golden Immortal.

In the setting of this book, although this realm can manipulate the laws, it has not reached eternity, after all, there are quasi-saints, saints and the Hongyuan Ancestor who has reached the Dao Integration Realm above it.

The Quasi-Saint stage has a huge span, with the Three Corpses Severance as the benchmark, and each severance of a corpse is like crossing an insurmountable chasm.

In the context of the "Covering the Sky" system, a Supreme Emperor is roughly equivalent to the initial threshold of Quasi-Saint. A Mortal Immortal, having broken through the shackles of heaven and earth, possesses actual combat power far exceeding that of an ordinary True Immortal, comparable to a Half-Step Immortal King in the Perfect World.

As for Immortal Kings, they interact with Primordial Saints. Ordinary Immortal Kings are comparable to newly promoted Saints, while top-tier Immortal Kings are close to the Primordial Origin level.

In the final closed loop of realms, the Immortal Emperor corresponds to the Great Dao Saint, which is the ultimate form that transcends cause and effect and reincarnation.

This structure preserves the characteristics of each system while creating a unique balance of power.

Special thanks to the readers for their in-depth discussions; every suggestion is a crucial cornerstone in building this world.

Crimson battle banners pierced the long fog, and the Changlin Army formed the Black Bird Battle Formation, tearing the sky apart. The iron-clad torrent plowed through the clouds, leaving thousands of feet of light trails. Where the spearheads pointed, demonic clouds surged, and four sky-covering demonic shadows were forced to reveal themselves.

The elite human force did not lock onto the demon general at the Great Luo Realm. In the instant the battle formation split into light and shadow, three thousand Xuanjia soldiers fell like a rain of stars, rushing straight towards the dense demon horde behind them.

The bronze halberd ignited the Golden Crow's True Fire, which instantly incinerated ordinary demon soldiers upon contact with it, and charred demon cores fell to the earth like raindrops.

"Those who retreat, refine your soul!" The leading Crimson Scale Demon General roared fiercely, and the four demons summoned their natal demonic weapons to construct a barrier.

They were well aware that this was a strategy of relieving the siege of Wei by attacking Zhao, but the execution pillar of the Demon Master's Palace still had the skeletons of three Golden Immortals nailed to it. Compared to dying on the battlefield, the consequences of disobeying the orders of the Flood Dragon Demon King were even more terrifying to them.

On the dragon-headed chariot in the clouds, cracks appeared in the thunder pearl that the Flood Dragon King was playing with in his palm.

The demon master's disciple narrowed his blood-red vertical pupils, his gaze piercing through the smoke of battle for miles and landing on the human army's central camp.

There floated four golden wheels of merit, which were the four Great Luo Immortals of the human race who were born three years ago when the celestial phenomenon occurred.

"Let's see who loses their temper first." He flicked his finger, shattering the lightning pearl, and purple lightning flowed across his black iron heavy armor.

As a special envoy of the Demon Master's Palace, it would be beneath his dignity to fight against a newly emerged human race of equal caliber, let alone the fact that the opposing commander has not yet appeared.

Suddenly, the Northwest Demon Formation trembled violently. Thousands of golden streaks of light flashed under the blood-red battle flag, and the Core Formation stage wolf demon guards fell in droves like waves of wheat.

The broken horn in the Demon King's hand shattered instantly; it turned out to be a human raiding party composed entirely of Golden Immortals.

"Impossible!" A phantom dragon claw emerged from the demonic clouds and grabbed at the battlefield. The human race has only existed for three decades. Even with the favor of Heaven, such a number of Golden Immortals is far beyond reason, unless they have mastered some kind of forbidden secret technique?

The Demon King frowned deeply. The situation was no longer one for him to stand idly by. If he did not intervene, his entire demon army would be annihilated here.

He was unaware that the formidable force sweeping through the demon race before him was none other than the Crimson Flame Army under the command of Emperor Sui, with five thousand elite soldiers all reaching the Golden Immortal realm.

This formidable force was born with the strategic vision of the I Ching, specifically designed to break the stalemate on the battlefield.

Unlike the Changlin Army, which focuses on group combat, the Chiyan Army abandoned the Tiangong battle formation system and adopted flexible and mobile guerrilla tactics.

Whether three or five form a spearhead, these scattered combat units, like shooting stars, stirred up a bloody storm among the demon horde, leaving only the remains of demon soldiers in their wake.

Hidden in the shadows, over a thousand elite troops of the Storm Army lay in wait for their chance to strike. This elite force, skilled in stealth, was neither adept at coordinated battles nor individual combat, yet it wove a deadly trap in the shadows.

Often, before the demon generals even realize the danger, blood is already streaming down their throats. In this battle, the human race deployed all its elite forces. Apart from the Mountain Guard Army guarding the rear, three powerful armies each displayed their strengths.

The battle was actually a series of deadly traps meticulously set up by Zhou Yi and Suihuang. The Changlin Army's iron wall stretched across the front line, using the Heavenly Palace Battle Formation to directly confront the four demon generals, successfully keeping the demon race's high command at bay.

The Storm Army transformed into invisible eyes and ears, taking full account of the demon army's movements; the Crimson Flame Army, on the other hand, took the opportunity to secretly advance and penetrate deep into the enemy's territory.

When the Demon King of the Flood Dragon realized that his flanks had collapsed, the Xuanjia Torrent had already carved a scarlet gap in his formation.

Seeing the demon blood soaking the earth, the Flood Dragon Demon King suddenly stood up, his boundless demonic energy soaring straight into the sky.

The Xuanbing halberd that had accompanied him in battle for a thousand years burst forth from the sky, its blade distorting the space where it pointed, and its terrifying pressure directly assaulting the Crimson Flame Army formation.

"We've got a tough one." Zhou Yi gazed at the demonic clouds in the sky, his fingertips lightly tapping the hilt of his sword: "Suiren, go and weigh this demon general in terms of strength."

Before the words were even finished, a crimson torrent of flames rose against the heavens.

The sacred fire in the Emperor's palm condensed into a crimson spear, which collided violently with the azure blade that pierced through the air. In an instant, the world lost its color, and the shockwave leveled the ten-mile-long demonic clouds.

As the two innate treasures resonated together, the real grand opening was finally revealed.

When a magical artifact breaks through its innate limitations, its power is as bright as the moon compared to a firefly. The Flood Dragon Demon King seemingly casually swung his battle halberd, but the surging torrent of energy was enough to instantly shatter the most elite battle formation of the Changlin Army.

Although the Crimson Flame warriors were brave and valiant among the human race, some in the formation began to stagger backward in the face of this cross-dimensional attack. The Flood Dragon War Halberd, imbued with demonic power that tore through the void, condensed into a sky-covering, blood-red vortex above the army formation.

"How dare you, lowly ants, slaughter the demon race!" With the fierce roar of the Flood Dragon Demon King, the blood-red vortex crashed down.

The protective aura of tens of thousands of Crimson Flame Warriors shattered like thin paper, and despair began to spread among the bronze armor.

At the critical moment, brilliant starlight lit up the sky. The Fire Emperor, holding the torch of civilization, soared through the air, and the leaping flames in his palm transformed into nine blazing dragons.