Primordial Era: A Counterattack Against Hongjun Daozu at the Start

The massive, scaled beast writhed wildly within the cage of light and flame, while every inch of space collapsed as the sun revolved.

Until the entire sky was filled with only the blinding golden sun, the roar of the Flood Dragon Demon King was finally swallowed up by the Heavenly Flame.

As the illusory image of the great sun gradually faded, the merit fire seed floating in the palm of the Emperor of Fire emitted bright light, causing the pupils of all the demons to tremble.

The fleeing demon tide surged across the battlefield like a burst dam of black water, while the Crimson Flame Army and the Storm Army transformed into flaming scythes, their demonic blood soaking the scorched earth wherever they went.

The Green Serpent King's pupils contracted to slits as he exchanged horrified glances with the Black Bear Spirit, the Red Scorpion General, and the Black Toad Monster. Just yesterday, they were planning to devour a famous human city, but now they had become lambs to the slaughter.

With a sudden rustling sound, the Green Serpent King transformed into a jade shadow and soared into the sky, followed closely by the three demons who fled in panic. Although the Changlin Army below was as solid as an impregnable fortress, it ultimately could not stop the Great Luo Golden Immortal from breaking through the void and escaping into the distance.

The silver-armored soldiers held their spears and looked up at the sky. Although their formation was as solid as a rock, it could not hide the regret of pursuing the enemy. This battle exposed their weakness: they were good at trapping the enemy but lacked mobility.

The flame at the tip of the Fire Emperor's fingertip flickered as if to pursue something, but suddenly a chaotic pressure descended from the heavens. This sudden change caused the battlefield to freeze instantly, even the fleeing demons were suspended in mid-air, as if time and space had been frozen into amber at this moment.

"Since you're all here, please stay and be our guests!"

Five golden lines suddenly split open in the sky, transforming into a gigantic hand that blotted out the sky and covered the surrounding area.

Just as the giant blue-scaled python was about to plunge into the East China Sea, it suddenly found that the surrounding space was as solid as amber. Their plan to break out in different directions became a joke in the face of absolute power.

The four demon kings revealed their true forms: the green python coiled around the mountain, the red scorpion scorched the sky, the black tortoise suppressed the sea, and the white bat covered the moon.

As the demonic energy surged, the vegetation for miles around withered instantly. However, when their innate divine abilities collided with the golden palm prints, they vanished without a trace, like dewdrops falling into a fire.

On the bronze altar atop Shouyang Mountain, four illusory stars floated in Zhou Yi's palm.

As he closed his five fingers, the giant hand of the heavens simultaneously clenched, compressing the struggling demon kings into four glass beads. Within the beads, miniature demon souls could be vaguely seen struggling left and right amidst thunder and fire.

"The demon race's test this time has brought four decent soul lamps." Zhou Yi flicked his finger and embedded the glass beads into the four corners of the altar. The wailing of the demon souls instantly transformed into powerful spiritual energy that flowed into the mountain-protecting array.

The plains below the mountain have been cleared. The Crimson Flame Army is using Phoenix True Fire to purify the land contaminated by demon blood. Scouts from the Wind Battalion are transforming into fireflies to track down the fleeing remnants. Healers from the Forest Division are blooming blue lotuses at their fingertips, pulling seriously wounded soldiers back from the brink of death.

As the triumphant war drums resounded throughout the thirty-six tribes, Emperor Sui still felt dazed as he gazed at the mountain of demon cores.

The sounds of the parliamentary debate from three months ago still echoed in my ears: "Taking the initiative to attack the demon race? Has the sovereign gone mad?"

At this moment, the tribal children were standing on a pyramid made of demon bones, scrambling for the Moonlight Pendant they had seized from the demon general.

Zhou Yi stroked the battle report presented by the Crimson Flame Army Commander, his gaze lingering on the three small cinnabar characters: "Zero casualties."

He knew that the real test had just begun. The hidden River Map patterns on the neck scales of the four demon kings confirmed that the attack was indeed authorized by the Heavenly Court.

Suddenly, blue snowflakes began to fall from the night sky, a celestial phenomenon that only appeared when the Demon Emperor fell. Zhou Yi chuckled and crushed the tortoise shell in his palm. The fragments reflected a shattered glass lamp in a palace outside the Thirty-Three Heavens.

In the seventh era of the Primordial Era, when the banners of the Changlin Army were planted on the Northern Demon Mountain, the entire tribe trembled. Those humans who struggled among the myriad races of the Primordial Era were actually able to witness the moment when blades were stained with blood.

"Heaven bears witness!" The white-haired old man knelt under the blood-stained battle flag, his fingertips touching the shattered scales of the demon general.

The young men who were working in the fields just three days ago are now parading the remains of a nine-headed bird through the streets, carrying it on bronze halberds. This mind-blowing scene even made the oldest shaman crush his tortoise shell.

As Zhou Yi stepped across the scorched earth soaked in demon blood, the Crimson Flame Army suddenly erupted in a thunderous battle roar.

The young warriors struck their shields with their sword sheaths, shaking off the undried bloodstains from their armor. This spontaneous triumphant ceremony was far more convincing than any eulogy.

The tribal elders exchanged horrified glances; they had never seen such a fierce glint in the eyes of a human.

Behind this meticulously planned blitzkrieg lies a triple strategy laid out by the I Ching.

The first to bear the brunt were the three legions, which underwent a complete transformation in actual combat: the Changlin Army's Five Elements Battle Formation evolved into the Twenty-Eight Constellations Formation during the fierce battle; the Chiyan Army's Fire Spirit True Technique broke through three barriers; and the Fengbo Army's Xuanbing Barrier shattered the demon race's natal magic weapon.

Even more astonishingly, the moment the four Great Luo Realm Demon Kings appeared, the human formation, which should have collapsed, instead erupted with a dragon-like battle intent.

Few noticed that Zhou Yi was constantly stroking the bronze dagger at his waist during the victory banquet.

This weapon, forged from the bones of a hundred races, is the prototype of the Witch-Slaying Sword.

Ten years ago, at that blood-red dawn, he witnessed firsthand how the demon race used millions of living souls to forge a weapon.

Rather than waiting for the annihilation of their race, they decided to let the demon race taste the sharpness of the human race. This crazy idea has now become a sharp blade stuck in the heart of the demon court.

"Do you know why we chose to launch a surprise attack on the night of the lunar eclipse?" Zhou Yi whispered to the strategist beside him, watching the soldiers practicing new formations by the campfire. "We must let our men remember that we are the torch that tears through the darkness."

In the distance came the laughter and chatter of the new recruits, who were competing to see who could cut off the most complete demon horn.

This courage to turn fear into a prize is precisely the transformation that the I Ching most desires to see.

This is exactly the situation that the I Ching has been hoping for.

When the backbone of humanity truly stands tall, even when facing the claws of the demon race, the eyes of tens of thousands of warriors no longer burn with fear but with fighting spirit.

Even if the world were to crumble, they would choose to become stars in the flames rather than kneel in the dust.

As cheers swept across the land, Zhou Yi and the twelve elders sat around the bronze cauldron.

The flickering flames in the cauldron illuminated their solemn faces; they had to find out the truth behind the demon clan's surprise attack.

The Azure Scale Demon King, bound by the black iron chains, struggled to raise his head, meeting Zhou Yi's gaze, which was as cold as an icy pool. The human leader lightly tapped the stone table with his fingertips, and the four seals were released, revealing the powerful demons who had been suppressed.

"I'll give you half an incense stick's time." Zhou Yi's voice was like a quenched blade. "Whoever can tell the truth can walk out of the ancestral temple alive."

The air suddenly froze. The Azure Scale Demon King suddenly sprang up, but froze on the spot when he saw the Xuanhuang Qi flowing in Zhou Yi's palm.

The earth-shattering blow from three days ago still leaves cracks on their demon cores.

"I'll speak!" the Silver Horned Demon General suddenly roared, "Three months ago, the White Feathered Eagle Envoy brought a secret order, saying that eating human flesh and blood can break through the shackles of cultivation realm!" The other three demons rushed to add details, afraid of falling behind even a step.

Suddenly, the bronze cup in Zhou Yi's hand shattered, and the scalding tea water spun into a hideous totem on the stone table.

The worst fears are coming true: when the demon race discovers that human flesh and blood can be transformed into demonic power, the protection of the sage Nuwa will be as fragile as a candle flickering in the wind.

"Immediately seal off the East China Sea border!" Zhou Yi suddenly stood up, and twelve communication jade swords rose into the air at the same time. "Notify all tribes to stop their sacrificial activities, and transfer all pregnant women to the underground palace." He knew that the time left for his people might be even shorter than the last rays of the setting sun.