Primordial Era: A Counterattack Against Hongjun Daozu at the Start

When the roar of the ancient bronze bell pierced through the thirty-three heavens, the battlefield situation changed drastically.

The sound of the bell initially resembled a morning bell and evening drum, but in an instant it transformed into a thunderous roar, the power of the innate treasure directly tearing apart the protective barrier of the treasure flag.

The Xuanyuan Sword in Zhou Yi's hand emitted a warning dragon's roar, and the gilded bell, carrying an aura of chaos, broke through the air and caused time and space to freeze in its wake.

"The God Taiyi has arrived!" A million demons shouted in unison, their voices shaking the sea of ​​clouds. The Chaos Bell hovered above the valiant man's head, with countless illusory stars swirling around him.

Taiyi Emperor's golden armor shone brightly, and every step he took caused the earth's veins to tremble. The innate true fire of the sun burned fiercely in his eyes.

"Disciple of Taiqing Sect?" The deep voice carried an imposing divine might as Taiyi Shen's gaze swept over the Taiji talisman flashing at Miaole's waist.

His former status as one of the three thousand guests in Zixiao Palace gave him the right to address the Three Pure Ones as his senior brothers. At this moment, his words carried the majesty of the Heavenly Dao, clearly intending to suppress this leading disciple of the Human Sect with seniority.

A golden glow suddenly appeared in the void as Zhen Yuanzi arrived on a cloud, the Earth Book in his sleeve gleaming with an earthy yellow light: "Fellow Daoists, please stop!"

Daoist Duobao stood with his sword in hand, the blue lotus mark between his brows flickering: "Even the ancestor of earth immortals wants to get involved in this great calamity?"

Zhen Yuanzi lightly swept his whisk, and the innate earth energy condensed into a barrier: "This old Daoist has come to protect the Fire Cloud Cave lineage, entrusted by Fellow Daoist Wan Huo with karmic obligations."

The fairy maiden of the clouds, her emerald skirt fluttering, with the Hunyuan Golden Cauldron hanging above her head, said, "Even the sages have tacitly approved of this, so why does Senior Zhenyuan have to go against the will of Heaven?" Before she finished speaking, the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation had already unfolded beneath her feet, and the Hunyuan aura stirred up the sea of ​​clouds for thousands of miles.

Suddenly, the world darkened, and the Styx Ancestor arrived with a raging sea of ​​blood. Yuan Tu and Abi crossed their swords: "I'll see who can stop my Asura clan from proving their Dao today!" Karmic Fire Lotuses bloomed one after another in the blood waves, dyeing half the sky crimson.

Zhen Yuanzi made a hand seal, and the illusory image of the ginseng fruit tree soared into the sky, resonating with the Earth Book and causing the earth veins to tremble: "Do you all really want to repeat the disaster of the Lich King's Great Calamity?" As he spoke, the illusory images of nine divine mountains rose from the East Sea, actually activating the Great Earth Vein Array of the Primordial World.

Daoist Duobao sneered and threw out the Immortal Slaughtering Formation Diagram. Four chaotic sword energies pierced through the heavens and earth: "Since you want to fight, let me show you the true teachings of the Intercepting Sect!" The Daoist rhyme that reached the heavens transformed into the shadow of the Qingping sword, which collided with Zhen Yuanzi's earth vein formation with a thunderous crash.

Yunxiao raised her hand lightly, and the Golden Dragon Scissors transformed into two ancient azure dragons: "Grandmaster Uncle was able to break the Immortal Slaughtering Formation back then, and today we..." Before she could finish speaking, the aura of the Twelfth-Grade World-Destroying Black Lotus came from the depths of the Blood Sea. It was actually the remnant soul of the Demon Ancestor Rahu that had reappeared!

Zhou Yi looked at Grand Master Miaole with a hint of surprise, never expecting that this first disciple of the Sage Taiqing could be so calm and composed in the face of the Lord of the Demon Court.

It should be known that Taiyi God is an innate deity born from the Sun Star, a quasi-saint peak that has existed since Pangu created the world, and the Chaos Bell's power that shakes the universe is unparalleled in the primordial world.

Suddenly, the clear sound of bells and chimes rang out between heaven and earth, and a golden ancient bell phantom appeared beyond the nine layers of clouds, with streams of chaotic energy cascading down like waterfalls.

Taiyi Shen's crimson-gold battle robe fluttered without wind, and the blood-red pattern between his brows seemed to shimmer with raging flames: "The disciples of Taiqing Sect truly possess extraordinary bearing. I must witness just how profound the mysteries of the Eight Trigrams Palace's profound arts truly are!"

"I dare not discuss the Dao with the sages, but the human race must have its own way of survival." Grand Master Miaole lightly flicked his Tai Chi whisk, and the Yin and Yang energies transformed into ink-wash fish beneath his feet.

When he turned to look at the Book of Changes, there seemed to be a star map flickering in his eyes: "The Human Emperor should know that although the innate treasures can stabilize the earth, fire, water, and wind, they cannot change the cycle of destiny."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yi's heart stirred slightly, and his gaze swept over the faintly visible purple-gold gourd at the waist of Grand Master Miaole.

Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly felt his mind tremble, and when he looked up, he was met with the blazing golden eyes of the Taiyi God.

The Demon Emperor's expression changed drastically at this moment, and the mark of the True Sun Fire on his forehead suddenly burst into flames: "So it turns out that the one who seriously injured the Roc in the Northern Underworld that day was actually a human."

Upon hearing this, a million demon soldiers roared angrily in unison amidst the sea of ​​clouds.

Zhou Yi calmly took half a step forward, and the primordial energy surged from his Niwan Palace, vaguely revealing the phantom images of nine giant bronze cauldrons.

Suddenly, the Chaos Bell in Taiyi God's hand rang out a clear warning, and the Pangu Creation Diagram on the bell's surface began to rotate on its own.

"Since the Demon Emperor recognizes this object, he should know that destiny lies with man, not with this bell." Before Zhou Yi finished speaking, a purple aura suddenly appeared from the east, stretching for 30,000 miles beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, and the faint sound of a sage preaching could be heard.

Upon seeing this, the Great Master Miaole chuckled, already holding half of the Xuanhuang Ruler in his palm, with the illusory images of mountains, rivers, and the nation constantly flowing at the end of the ruler.

The Demon Emperor's obsession ran deep, and the Golden Crow True Fire flickered uncertainly in his pupils. The fact that he failed to save the Demon Master, the Roc, back then remained a thorn in his side.

As the supreme ruler of the demon race, who wields the Chaos Bell to suppress the eight wastelands, he actually allowed the Roc to perish before his very eyes. This is not only a loss of face, but also a stain on his Dao heart.

The bronze armor shimmered with starlight, and Taiyi Shen suddenly realized something. The True Fire of the Sun condensed into a three-legged golden crow phantom in his palm: "It's you? The one who blocked my Golden Crow Rainbow Transformation Technique back then..."

"It is indeed I." Zhou Yi's wide sleeves fluttered lightly, and the clouds and mist on the summit of Kunlun Mountain formed a Bagua diagram behind him.

Grand Master Miaole was startled to find that Jade Void Peak beneath her feet was trembling slightly, and the pure aura of the Twelve-Petaled Pure White Lotus was silently spreading out.

The Demon Emperor suddenly laughed loudly, and the phantom of the Fusang Divine Tree appeared behind him, with the phantom of nine great suns piercing through the sea of ​​clouds: "Interesting, a mere human can actually cultivate the Primordial Dao Body. I have underestimated the creation of this world."

Grand Master Miaole's Taiji diagram trembled violently, and the purple-gold gourd spontaneously emitted primordial energy: "Fellow Daoist, you actually fought against the Demon Emperor?"

Before he could finish speaking, Zhou Yi noticed that the sword at his waist had already formed the pattern of the Heaven-Opening Axe, which was clearly the aura of Pangu's blood essence.

"I'll just spar three times." Zhou Yi's fingertips traced the sword sheath, and the phantom of Mount Buzhou rose from the earth's veins.

The chaotic bell patterns around Taiyi Shen's body lit up one after another, and the stars of the Thirty-Three Heavens and Outer Heavens twinkled simultaneously. The Demon Emperor's Battle Halberd pointed directly at Zhou Yi's brow: "Since you dare to show yourself, let me see if you, the Holy Emperor of the Human Race, are worthy of the title 'Heng'!"

Grand Master Miaole gasped, only then noticing the illusory images of the Six Paths of Reincarnation swirling beneath Zhou Yi's feet.

Suddenly, Taiyi Shen plunged his halberd into the mountain rock, and the howls of ten thousand demons echoed from beyond the nine heavens: "A bet? I'd like to hear what kind of bargaining chips an ant can offer."

The images of the Hetu and Luoshu appeared above Zhou Yi's head, and the elements of earth, fire, wind, and water were reassembled in his palm: "If the Demon Emperor wins, I will seal my cultivation and enter the Valley of Tang as a hostage. If I am fortunate enough to win..."

Before the words were finished, a seven-colored radiance suddenly descended upon the Nuwa Palace thirty-three days away, and the Demon Emperor's pupils shrank sharply—it was clearly a covenant between heaven and earth witnessed by a sage.

This was a decision made after careful consideration. Although the human race is currently on the rise and its strength is beginning to take shape, it is still like a candle in the wind when the demon race's halberds point at it.

If the demon race were to launch a full-scale attack, even if they fought to the death, they would still be doomed to perish.

Zhou Yi's choice to fight Taiyi God alone may seem like a desperate gamble, but it was actually a desperate strategizing with his life at stake, entrusting the fate of the entire clan to one person, just like walking a tightrope on the edge of a cliff to survive.