Primordial Era: A Counterattack Against Hongjun Daozu at the Start

When the Nine-Headed Serpent's true form broke through the clouds, the vegetation within a hundred miles instantly withered. Its nine serpent heads spewed forth poisonous miasma of water and fire, and its infantile wailing caused the mountains to crumble.

Miao Le conjured a Taiji cloud pattern beneath her feet, and the celestial light of Taiqing transformed into a barrier protecting the city behind her: "This humble Daoist is here to preach the Dao on the orders of the Sage. Why has the demon god dared to invade my territory?"

"How dare you, mere ants, presume to claim divine decree?" The central snake head spewed forth blazing flames, while the four heads on the left suddenly withdrew their ferocious appearance.

The eighteen vertical pupils of the Nine Infants contracted simultaneously, and the Yin-Yang Two Elements Sword at Miao Le's waist was radiating the primordial Daoist charm, clearly a Dao-proving artifact passed down from the Taiqing lineage.

The Nine-Headed Serpent was surrounded by churning demonic clouds, and six ancient bronze lamps floated in the demonic mist, flickering on and off.

Since the Six Sages attained the Primordial Dao, the saying "below the Sages are all ants" has been circulating in the world. Even the demon race, which roamed the prehistoric world, had to feel awe in the face of such beings.

The illusory image of the Tai Chi diagram in Miao Le Guang's sleeves appeared and disappeared, and the blue lotus formed from the Daoist charm at her fingertips withered piece by piece in the fierce wind.

He gazed at the nine-headed demonic figure that blotted out the sky, his voice like the striking of cold jade from Kunlun Mountain:

"Since the reigns of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, when has the human race ever actively harmed the demon race? On the contrary, last month the Northern Underworld Demon Master Palace sacrificed 30,000 humans to forge the Ten Thousand Soul Banner. How do you explain this?"

The nine ferocious beast heads roared simultaneously, with the central dragon head spewing eerie blue flames: "Justice cannot be forged in the alchemy furnace of the Supreme Saint. I have come today with the Demon Emperor's decree. Even if the three sects of Xuanmen gather..."

Before the words were finished, the nine ancient bronze lamps suddenly burst out with dazzling blood-red light, outlining the shape of the Zhou Tian Star Array in the void.

A yin-yang symbol suddenly appeared between Miao Le's eyebrows, and the purple-gold gourd that was originally hanging at her waist rose into the air.

The chaotic energy gushing from the gourd's mouth instantly condensed into the characters of the Tao Te Ching, each character imbued with celestial light: "Do you know which celestial river's water Nuwa used to create humans from clay?"

As the questioning voices arose, a deafening thunder suddenly resounded from the heavens, and the faint phantom of a Taiji diagram spanning the thirty-three heavens could be seen.

Three of the Nine-Headed Serpent's heads suddenly spewed out their life essence blood, forcibly stabilizing the demonic clouds that had been scattered by the Saint's pressure: "What a sharp-tongued and cunning disciple of the Xuanmen! Even if Taiqing himself were here today..."

The conversation abruptly ended there, because the candlelight in all the demon lanterns simultaneously turned and flickered towards Kunlun, as if they were worshipping some being.

Miaole, the chief disciple of the Sage Taiqing, stood on a cloud, his blue robe fluttering even without wind.

As the chief disciple of the Human Sect, he was being humiliated by Jiuying, and even after a thousand years of cultivation, he could not suppress the surging anger in his chest.

Zhou Yi and Suihuang, who were watching from afar, remained outwardly calm, but inwardly their emotions were churning. The situation was progressing along the trajectory that Zhou Yi had predicted.

Faced with the elite demon race led by Jiuying, Suihuang and the others have been unable to sleep at night for the past few days.

Rumors of demons and gods coveting human flesh and blood to enhance their cultivation are growing stronger. If they were to invade as a whole, how could the weak human race possibly resist?

Who would have thought that Zhou Yi's cleverly devised scheme would lead this direct descendant of the sage to willingly stand in front of the demon race's iron hooves?

"Is the name of a sage a shield?" The six heads of the Nine-Headed Serpent roared in unison, its bone wings blotting out the sky and sun. "Today, we shall see what abilities the sage's disciple possesses."

As one of the ten demon gods who were transformed from ancient ferocious beasts, he certainly had the right to look down on even the Great Luo Golden Immortals.

Miao Le's palm conjured a Tai Chi diagram, and just as she was about to speak, she suddenly felt her sleeve being tugged.

Turning his head, he saw Zhou Yi had appeared beside him at some point, his brows furrowed with worry: "This matter is a calamity for the human race, how dare we implicate you, fellow Daoist? The demon race is powerful, I hope you will reconsider."

"Fellow Daoist, you are mistaken." Miao Le looked down at the densely packed human villages below, the Taiqing Jade Talisman in her bosom slightly warm. "In terms of bloodline, I am also human, and in terms of lineage, I will not tolerate any petty person who would desecrate my sacred majesty."

After speaking, he flicked his sleeve and summoned the Eight Views Palace Lantern, whose glazed flames illuminated half of the sky.

Zhou Yi tried to dissuade him repeatedly to no avail, and could only sigh and retreat.

Watching from the shadows, Emperor Sui gripped his stone axe tightly. As Miaole and Jiuying battled fiercely, he finally understood the true meaning of Zhou Yi's whisper that day: when the fortune of a sage is intertwined with the rise and fall of the human race, the seemingly unsolvable crisis will naturally be resolved.

On the eastern battlefield, seeing that Grand Master Miaole was not giving an inch, Jiuying immediately waved his command flag.

In an instant, demonic clouds obscured the sun, and a vast, monstrous army swept in like a raging torrent.

This legion, composed of the elite forces of the Demon Court, has 100,000 members with the aura of Golden Immortals flowing around them, and hundreds of Great Luo Realm auras are also hidden among them.

Zhou Yi gazed at the battlefield, secretly alarmed. The entire human race's Golden Immortal fighting force was currently less than 50,000, while the demon race's vanguard alone possessed several times that number.

If the Demon Emperor Jun personally leads his main force, there will likely be tens of thousands of Great Luo Realm experts.

His gaze swept over the human soldiers who were standing ready for battle, and he saw that their eyes were burning with fighting spirit. Since their first victory over the demon army forty years ago, the human race's backbone had long been straightened.

As the white robes of the Great Master Miaole fluttered, a short, dark red flag appeared in his hand.

As the proverb "Yin and Yang are out of order, and the Five Elements are in disarray" resounded through the sky, the flag swelled in the wind and transformed into a sky-covering barrier.

The nine-headed giant demon at the forefront suddenly crashed into the invisible barrier, and the heavy water and raging fire spewed by its nine heads vanished in front of the light screen.

"It's actually the Taiqing Sage's Flaming Banner!" Zhou Yi's pupils contracted slightly. Legend has it that this banner was transformed from a remnant leaf of the Chaos Green Lotus and ranks among the most supreme innate treasures.

The scene within the formation was bizarre. A million demon soldiers were trapped in a quagmire, seemingly close at hand, but in reality, they were confined within a barrier where yin and yang were reversed.

The Nine-Headed Serpent roared furiously in the formation, its nine heads snapping open as water and fire intertwined and burst forth, yet the Flame Banner remained completely still.

If Grand Master Miaole were to rely solely on his Great Luo Realm cultivation to single-handedly confront a million demons, it would be tantamount to a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

However, this sacred treasure turned the tide of the battle, eliminating the vast difference in strength between the two races.

The demon army charged left and right, seemingly about to break through the defenses, but was always teleported back to its original position within inches.

Grand Master Miaole stood in mid-air, her hands forming a hand seal, while the illusory yin-yang symbol slowly rotated behind her.

With the combined power of the righteous Xuanmen Dharma passed down from the Taiqing lineage and innate spiritual treasures, he managed to hold back the entire demon army with his own strength.

In the primordial world, while a cultivator's foundation and cultivation level are important in a duel, the real deciding factor often depends on whether they hold a powerful artifact of heaven and earth.

The fact that the million demons were trapped inside the innate banner shrouded in crimson flames, unable to touch Miaole Daoist Robe no matter how they charged, was a perfect example of this.

The Nine-Headed Demon Lord spewed out Netherworld True Fire from its two eyes, and the pressure of the peak Great Luo Realm shook the void. Its cultivation as a half-step Quasi-Saint was considered top-tier in the prehistoric world.

However, when his natal demonic fire collided with the protective divine light of the Flame Light Banner, it melted instantly like snow falling on lava.

Miaole stood with her hands behind her back on the clouds, the purple-gold gourd at her waist exhaling chaotic energy.

If it weren't for the existence behind the demon race, he could have easily refined this overwhelming demon army in an instant by simply activating the Taiqing Divine Talisman.

The difficulty in dealing with the disciples of a sage lies precisely in this: their cultivation may not have reached its peak, but they possess an endless stream of innate spiritual treasures and even hidden life-saving methods bestowed by the sage himself.