Primordial Era: A Counterattack Against Hongjun Daozu at the Start

"I've told you everything I needed to say, can you let me leave now?"

The urgent voice of the Azure Scale Demon Lord pulled Zhou Yi back to reality. Just moments before, while he was pondering, the snake demon had already spilled all the information like beans from a bamboo tube.

Zhou Yi lightly tapped the stone table with his fingertips: "Since I have agreed to spare your life, it is naturally settled." Before he finished speaking, he suddenly burst into action, his fist carrying the power of stars as it swept across the room.

Under the horrified gaze of the Azure Scale Demon King, the three Great Luo Realm Demon Kings, including the White Elephant Venerable, were instantly reduced to dust, without even having time to utter a wail.

The snake demon leader's scales rustled as he realized that the conversation had just taken place in a life-or-death race. Had he not spoken first, he would likely have vanished like those three wisps of blood mist.

Seeing Zhou Yi deep in thought, the Azure Scale Demon Lord held his breath and slowly moved backward along the cave wall. Just as he was about to touch the cave entrance, a clear, cold voice suddenly rang out: "Ancestor Sui."

Without a word, the sacred flame of humanity ignited into a raging inferno. The Azure Scale Demon Lord writhed and writhed in the golden flames: "Despicable! You promised to spare my life!"

"I truly did not lay a hand on them." Zhou Yi stood with his hands behind his back, the flickering firelight illuminating his profile. "As for my clansmen's desire for revenge, what does that have to do with me?"

Amidst the cracking sound of charred scales, the demon king's venomous curse gradually faded: "Just wait, the demon court will slaughter you all..."

"Ancestor of Humanity, the Demon Court is likely to launch a large-scale invasion." Nest Lord wiped his bronze battle axe with deep concern, the blade reflecting the solemn faces of everyone present.

Zhou Yi flicked the jade pendant at his waist with his finger: "Sui Zu, please invite that distinguished guest out."

The Lotus of Merit slowly unfurled, revealing the charred form of a dragon within. Even with its horns broken and scales destroyed, the Demon General of the Overturning Seas still maintained his composure: "If you release me now, I might plead with the Demon Master for mercy."

"Plead for mercy?" Zhou Yi suddenly laughed, causing stalactites to fall from the cave ceiling. "You think this is the back garden of the Dragon Palace of the East Sea?"

The demon general raised his battered head, his dragon whiskers curling in the karmic flames: "Twelve demon generals before the Great Roc Ancestor, do you know the consequences of killing me? In just three days and nights, you inferior beings made of mud will..."

A flash of cold light appeared, and the Demon-Slaying Sword was already pressed against the dragon's head's reverse scale.

A dark golden line appeared in Zhou Yi's eyes: "Perfect, I'm just looking for a vicious guard dog."

Zhou Yi frowned slightly: "The Great Roc Ancestor? What is his plan?"

"Since you ask, I will be frank." The dragon leader raised his chin. "The essence of the human race is of great benefit to our cultivation. If you are willing to offer the lives of all people to our ancestor, I can plead for you and save the human race from annihilation."

"What did you say?" Suihuang slammed his fire staff heavily on the ground, crimson flames dancing in his pupils.

The elders exchanged glances and saw a cold glint in each other's eyes. The demon race had slaughtered the human race before, and now they dared to make such an unreasonable request.

Zhou Yi's body surged with energy, and the bronze sword scabbard rang out: "Dragon, do you know that your life hangs by a thread?"

Despite his scales standing on end, the Flood Dragon King still managed to maintain his imposing manner: "You're just relying on a few magical treasures to act so arrogantly. My demon race has countless Great Luo Realm experts, while you humans are nothing but ants."

Before the words were even finished, the chilling sword intent crashed against the shore like a tidal wave. Under the pressure, the Flood Dragon Demon King trembled like a withered leaf, only then realizing that the young man before him was surrounded by a chaotic aura of the same level as a Demon Master.

"I'll ask one last time." Zhou Yi's sword pressed against the dragon's Achilles' heel. "What use does the Roc have for a human soul?"

"I truly know nothing!" Blue blood seeped from its scales as the Flood Dragon Demon King hissed, "Three years ago, the Demon Master was severely injured by a mysterious person and has been in seclusion in the depths of the North Sea Abyss. The other day, he suddenly issued an order to retrieve the essence of a human, saying it was related to his chance to attain enlightenment..."

Zhou Yi sheathed his sword and exchanged a glance with Suihuang. Years ago, when he disguised himself as a masked man to save Wanhuo from the Sea of ​​Blood, the great battle he fought against the Styx River and the Roc shook the primordial world. He never expected that the Roc would still be investigating this matter to this day.

Just as Zhou Yi predicted, the demon master Dapeng survived the fatal attack, but the battle also severely damaged his vitality.

Over the years, this demon race giant has been in seclusion in the dark secret realm to recuperate, and his figure that once ravaged the prehistoric world has long since disappeared without a trace.

Now, the demon envoy has suddenly appeared in human territory, demanding the lives of hundreds of millions of people. This unusual behavior makes Zhou Yi frown.

His fingertips tapped unconsciously on the jade table. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck him: could consuming human blood essence help heal his Dao injury?

"Your Majesty, that sorcerer is known for his ruthless methods and holds a position among the demon race second only to the two supreme beings," Emperor Sui advised with deep concern. "This defeat may lead him to intensify his attacks on the human race."

The old man's yarrow stalks carved deep furrows in the ground, revealing his inner anxiety.

Upon hearing this, the dragon demon bound to the black iron pillar emitted eerie blue demonic flames from the gaps in its scales: "Now that you know the Demon Master's reputation, why don't you hurry up..." Before it could finish speaking, Zhou Yi's sleeves fluttered lightly, and his palm wind, carrying the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, crashed down.

"Enough with the noise! ​​It was I who severely injured the Roc that day." Before the words were finished, the horrified face of the Flood Dragon Demon was frozen in the ice.

The glistening ice crystals reflected his final confusion: how could this human possess a power that even demon masters could hardly contend with?

Zhou Yi gazed towards the North Sea, the Xuanyuan Sword at his waist emitting a clear, melodious dragon's roar.

If it weren't for the Taiyi Divine Bell blocking the way that day, the Demon Master would have perished atop Mount Buzhou long ago.

He then turned to the Three Emperors' Guard, the sun and moon emblems on their armor gleaming: "You must intensify your training in the Four Symbols Battle Formation; we have very little time left to prepare."

Suihuang and Youchao nodded to each other, knowing full well that the Demon Master's Decree hanging over the heads of the human race was both a calamity and an opportunity for transformation.

A rumble of thunder echoed in the distance, seemingly foreshadowing an impending storm that would reshape the very fabric of the world.

In this world, the destined showdown between the human and demon races is about to begin.

When the overwhelming demonic clouds pressed down, the human cultivators gripped their magical weapons tightly; their only choice was to fight with their backs to the wall.

The Emperor of Fire gazed at the surging demonic energy in the sky, the flickering flame in his palm reflecting on his resolute face.

Behind him, countless cultivators were frantically forging their natal magic weapons, and the air was filled with the acrid aroma of burning spiritual herbs.

Every cultivator knew that every bit of improvement in their cultivation at this moment might give their compatriots a better chance of survival in the upcoming bloody battle.

In a secret chamber deep within the earth's veins, Zhou Yi was surrounded by twelve profound runes. He slowly opened his eyes, his pupils reflecting the ancient bronze bell suspended in mid-air.

This divine artifact, acquired at the cost of 130,000 battle merits, is currently emanating chaotic energy, and the innate Dao patterns flowing across its surface are causing the entire space to tremble.

"In the end, I'm still just a step short!" The young man sighed, his fingertips tracing the Yin-Yang diagram in the air.

The battle in the Netherworld Blood Sea three days ago was still fresh in their minds. If this immortal bell hadn't protected their heart at the critical moment, they would probably have been annihilated by now.

But an object is ultimately just an object. Only by integrating one's natal Dao seed into the divine artifact can the true power of this innate treasure be awakened.

Suddenly, a terrifying aura erupted from the depths of the Demon Emperor's Palace, shattering the jade-carved dome.

The demon master, Dapeng, stood barefoot on the shards of crystal, his seamless black robe moving automatically.