Primordial Era: A Counterattack Against Hongjun Daozu at the Start

If this victory is won, humanity will have a chance to recuperate for ten thousand years.

When the dust settles on the Third Lich War, at a time when both races are in decline, the dormant human race can seize the opportunity to rise up and complete its final transformation into the protagonist of the world.

More importantly, this strategy of avoiding war can preserve the existing foundation to the greatest extent possible, keeping the seeds of future prosperity alive.

Even if we are defeated, the situation will not get any worse.

Faced with the overwhelming and absolute suppression of the demon race, if Zhou Yi could not contend with Taiyi God, the fate of the human race would have been sealed long before the bet was even made.

The most ingenious aspect of this gamble lies in its meticulous calculation of the pride of the supreme demon race.

"Heaven and earth bear witness!" Amidst the humming of the Chaos Bell, the Taiyi God's silver hair flew wildly, revealing his arrogant demeanor. "I'd like to see just how much trouble you, an ant, can stir up."

His acceptance of the challenge stemmed not only from the absolute confidence brought by his innate treasure, but also from the dignity of the demon king. If he were to avoid the battle in front of everyone, wouldn't that be tantamount to admitting that he was inferior to the lowly human race?

The three human ancestors watching the battle had cold sweat seeping from their palms.

They knew all too well the power of the Chaos Bell wielded by the Taiyi God, a world-destroying artifact that had once slain the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

Grand Master Miaole's whisk moved without wind, and his Dao heart was unusually stirred: "Fellow Daoist, do you know that the Taiyi God's greatest skill is precisely one-on-one combat?"

Zhou Yi, however, had already risen into the air, his body shrouded in profound Daoist patterns. This scene reminded the Emperor of Firefly of a hundred years ago, when this same young man, wielding a flint, carved a path to survival amidst the demon race's hunt.

Although everyone was extremely worried, no one voiced their doubts. The trust built by countless miracles was already deeply ingrained in their blood.

Dark clouds churned in the sky. Zhou Yi gripped his magical artifact tightly, his robes fluttering in the gale: "If not forced to, who would willingly face the might of the Demon Emperor? But the human race... has long since run out of options."

A barely perceptible darkness flashed in his eyes, and his tone was seven parts resolute and three parts desolate.

Grand Master Miaole's knuckles turned white from clenching his fists, and the jade slip in his sleeve was crushed into powder. This chief disciple of Taiqing closed his eyes and sighed, "Heaven and earth are ruthless, treating all things like straw dogs."

When he opened his eyes again, a profound Daoist aura emanated from his body: "This humble Daoist is willing to offer my assistance to you, fellow Daoist."

"Ha! You ants know how to bully the weak with numbers?" Taiyi Shen stepped on ripples in the void, the phantom of the Chaos Bell appearing and disappearing behind him. His golden pupils swept over the two, and his tangible pressure crushed the clouds for miles: "So what if you all come at me together? I allow it."

Zhou Yi suddenly burst into laughter, the sound wave dispersing the demonic aura filling the sky. He stepped forward to face the Demon Emperor, his spine ramrod straight: "Since I have sworn an oath on the fate of the human race, I shall settle this matter with you in a fair and square manner."

He secretly formed a hand seal in his sleeve, and nine golden rays of protective light enveloped his body.

Miao Le gazed at the young man's resolute profile, a glimmer of satisfaction appearing in his eyes. With a gentle wave of his wide sleeves, Yin and Yang energies manifested from the void, condensing into a continuously flowing Tai Chi array: "This can be temporarily lent to you, fellow Daoist, to guard your spiritual platform."

The hexagrams of Qian and Kun rose from the formation, suppressing the fluctuations of the laws in the chaos by half.

"The sacred artifact used by the Sage Taiqing to attain enlightenment?" Zhou Yi's pupils constricted slightly.

The Tai Chi symbol hangs above the head, its black and white light intertwining to form a mysterious trajectory. It can not only regulate the laws of heaven and earth, but also harmonize yin and yang and all things, and even suppress the power of time and space.

Upon seeing this, the Demon Emperor for the first time restrained his contemptuous expression, and the Chaos Bell emitted a deep rumble.

On the eve of the decisive battle with Taiyi God, Zhou Yi's spine felt as if it were bearing the weight of a thousand mountains. Despite his long-planned scheme, the secret strategy hidden in his palm was like an undecided star, flickering uncertainly in the life-or-death struggle.

This trump card was originally reserved for the final battle against the great calamity of heaven and earth, but the war drums and horns of war no longer allow for any hesitation.

He knew that even if they lost this battle, the human race's fortune would not be cut off. The scales of Heaven had their own way of balancing things. But if the demon race was allowed to run rampant, the human race's foundation would be severely damaged.

When the Venerable Master Miaole appeared holding the Taiji diagram that embodies the interplay of Yin and Yang energies, the purple aura that appeared in the clouds already signified the will of the Supreme Sage.

The innate treasure hung three inches above Zhou Yi's head, and chaotic energy cascaded down like a waterfall. A light like dawn burst forth from Zhou Yi's eyes.

"This diagram shall continue the destiny of the human race." Zhou Yi formed the Mountain and River Seal with his hands, and gilded light flowed from between his fingers. Miao Le's wide sleeves fluttered in the wind, and the Bagua pattern between her brows flickered: "Since Master has established the Human Religion, the demon race will not be allowed to cross this line even half a step."

Suddenly, a strange sight appeared in the center of the battlefield: five-colored clouds rose around Zhou Yi.

The power of the Ancient Sacred Body surged like molten lava, and under the protection of the Taiji Diagram, it evolved into a chaotic spectacle reminiscent of the beginning of the world.

A blue lotus sways, supporting the primordial chaos; yin and yang fish swim across the magnificent landscape; and above the nine heavens, the phantom of a celestial king overlooks all living beings.

As the Taiyi Divine Bell resounded throughout the Three Realms, Zhou Yi treaded the void, each step creating lotus blossoms. With each step, a new heavenly manifestation appeared, and the five extraordinary phenomena ultimately merged into a sky-covering scroll, enveloping the entire battlefield in the cycle of creation and annihilation.

"As the ruler of the human race, does the God Taiyi dare to accept my challenge?"

Zhou Yi stood high above the heavens, his body radiating a pressure that could shatter the void. His immense energy shook the starry sea, and the armor of a million demon soldiers jingled under the pressure.

This was the first time the human race had witnessed their leader fully unleash his cultivation. Since creating the Heaven-Covering Secret Scripture, this emperor who held power over the human race had always been renowned for his wisdom and strategy. Even his trusted confidants, such as Emperor Sui, had never truly glimpsed the depth of his cultivation.

"The Heavenly Fire Battle Force is ready to beat the drums for our lord!"

"The Xuanjia Guards volunteer to clear the way!"

The earth-shattering battle roars erupted from the three iron-blooded legions, instantly sweeping across the entire human territory.

Millions of people looked up at the figure that held up the sky, their fighting spirit surging like wildfire in their blood.

They finally understood that this wise man who deduced the trajectory of the stars also possessed the power to burn the heavens and boil the seas.

On the other side of the sky, crimson gold flames shattered the chaos. Taiyi God stepped out slowly, his feet treading on the raging flames, with each step accompanied by the rotating phantoms of nine great suns.

This supreme demon lord who wielded the Chaos Bell caused the foundation of Mount Buzhou to tremble simply by surging his aura.

"For ten thousand years, the Emperor's blood has tempered the bell; today, we shall drink the soul of the Human Emperor!" Taiyi's divine voice shook the eight wastelands, and banners that blotted out the sky rose from the demon race's battle formation. In their understanding, Taiyi and the Chaos Bell were the embodiment of the Heavenly Dao; how could the weak human race possibly contend with them?

The powerful beings of the primordial world all opened their Dharma eyes.

Beyond the thirty-three heavens, the gazes of the sages descended, transforming into tangible Daoist essence; deep within the Nine Netherworld, the vortex of reincarnation froze in its presence.

In a corner shrouded in chaos, two twisted figures were hissing like venomous snakes, their gilded robes still bearing scorch marks from the Heaven-Covering Secret Technique.

In the primordial world, two ancient powerful beings were secretly plotting something. They were none other than the demon master Dapeng, who had a karmic connection with Zhou Yi, and the Lord of the Blood Sea, Styx.

In the past battle to besiege the Old Ancestor Wan Huo, the two originally intended to seize the opportunity to prove their Dao, but unexpectedly, Wan Huo self-destructed his origin, severely injuring the two saints, and Zhou Yi took advantage of the situation to steal the Primordial Purple Qi.

Now that the reincarnation of Wan Huo is a foregone conclusion, all the powerful beings in the heavens believe that the foundation for becoming a saint has fallen into Zhou Yi's hands.