Primordial Era: A Counterattack Against Hongjun Daozu at the Start

A torrent of Daoist teachings surged within Zhou Yi's body, and countless secret techniques churned within his sea of ​​consciousness like a reversed galaxy.

In that life-or-death moment, the blood-red mark between his brows suddenly lit up, and he poured his life's understanding into the bronze immortal bell as a brilliant Dao seal.

This precious companion artifact suddenly burst forth with nine-colored divine light, and profound runes emerged from the bell wall, as if the stars of the heavens had been rearranged.

"Combine!" The young man shouted, shattering the three thousand realms, and the chaotic sea surged and formed a ring behind him.

The Immortal Bell, carrying the power of the Great Dao's origin, crashed forward, causing the dimensions of space and time to collapse layer by layer along its path, actually carving out bottomless ravines of law in the void.

The moment the two world-destroying forces collided, the primordial sky suddenly cracked open. The void shattered like glass, and countless dimensional projections flickered in the aftershocks.

Although the torrent of Zhou Yi's Daoist charm carried the momentum of creation, it revealed cracks the moment it touched the body of the Chaos Bell. That innate treasure, engraved with the origin of the primordial world, was crushing the laws along the way with absolute pressure.

"It's still a bit lacking in skill." Zhou Yi wiped the golden blood from the corner of his lips, a burning fighting spirit igniting in his eyes.

With each half-step he retreated, he created a golden lotus of the Great Dao in the void, and the shattered Dao traces actually reformed into new array patterns as they dissipated.

Amidst the mournful wailing of the Immortal Bell, the cold laughter of Emperor Taiyi was almost within reach: "A mere acquired spiritual treasure dares to contend with the Chaos Bell..."

A sudden change can happen in an instant.

The Tai Chi Yin-Yang fish suspended above the top of the Zhouyi suddenly burst forth with clear light, and the innate Bagua manifested from the void, freezing the destructive ripples within a millimeter.

Before the spectators in the heavens could recover, the white jade bridge had already traversed the thirty-three heavens, and the earth, water, fire, and wind beneath the bridge returned to chaos.

"Taiqing Daoist Rhyme!" Taiyi's pupils shrank suddenly, and the Chaos Bell actually let out a mournful cry under the suppression of Taiji Daoist Rhyme.

The saints gazed at the figure shrouded in the primordial chaos, where the young Daoist's robes fluttered and the golden bridge beneath his feet was slowly pushing back the world-destroying divine light from the chaos.

A deep ripple appeared in Zhou Yi's pupils as he quietly withdrew the primordial energy that had gathered within his body.

The yin-yang symbol scroll unfolding in the void breathed out the origin of chaos, and the laws of time and space froze wherever the golden bridge stretched across.

This situation completely overturned Zhou Yi's prediction. The old man sitting outside the Thirty-Three Heavens seemed to have cast his own shadow in the black and white Tai Chi symbol.

Taiyi traced the bronze patterns on the Chaos Bell with his fingertips, and the primordial star map that had appeared on the bell's surface suddenly dimmed: "The Daoist Rhyme of Taiqing?"

The aftershocks of the bells continued to tear through the void, but when they touched the area covered by the Tai Chi diagram, they vanished without a trace, like ice and snow melting away.

He knew that his killing move was enough to annihilate a Grand Luo Golden Immortal, and he even deliberately activated the Zhou Tian Star Array within the Chaos Bell.

The Taiji diagram given by Miaole should have been incomplete in its Daoist essence, but at this moment it revealed the complete power of a sage.

Taiyi stared at the Xuanhuang Mother Qi flowing around the edge of the Golden Bridge. It was clearly the golden pattern unique to the Eight Views Palace. This was no longer a magic weapon protecting its master on its own, but the will that descended across the thirty-three heavens.

"The promise of a sage is heavier than Mount Buzhou." Zhou Yi suddenly realized, his fingertips touching the primordial energy flowing at the boundary between Yin and Yang.

The proverb "Seeing the treasure is like meeting the person" used by the first disciple of the Qing Dynasty when he borrowed the treasure actually contained such a profound meaning.

The moment the Chaos Bell fully awakens, the sacred thoughts that have been dormant within the Taiji diagram also revive.

Taiyi's body was enveloped in the flickering flames of the true sun, while the illusory images of the twelve grades of karmic fire lotuses appeared and disappeared beneath his feet.

He suddenly sneered: "It seems the Human Cult is going to break the rule of eternal damnation?" Before he finished speaking, the vast sea of ​​clouds was shattered by eleven earth-shattering streaks of blood energy.

"Even the scruffy bird of Taiyi Palace has its moments of defeat." Chongli rode a crimson dragon through the air, his Heaven-Burning Halberd leaving a thousand-mile trail of fire in the clouds.

Behind him, ten ancestral witch statues supported the sky, and Gonggong's heavy halberd was already pointing at the demon army: "Who said it's just a matter for the human race? When the Pangu Palace sensed the anomaly in the Chaos Bell, I was just looking for a warm-up opponent."

Emperor Hong spread his four wings, covering half the sky, and the laws of space enveloped the entire battlefield: "Taiyi, your bell tolls have awakened the Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation."

As they spoke, a powerful pressure emanated from the direction of Mount Buzhou, causing all things to tremble, and the faint phantom of a giant axe could be seen cleaving through the chaos.

Above the heavens, the twelve Ancestral Witches were surrounded by chaotic gales. Gonggong, stepping on the black water of Yuqiang, sneered, "You scraggly birds of the demon race, why don't you hurry back to your nest in the Fusang tree?" His voice shook the sea of ​​clouds, and the Jianmu vines wrapped around Jumang's hand snapped three immortal mountains in response.

The Taiyi Bell emitted a clear and melodious sound, and the wings of the Taiyi Three-Legged Crow spread for thousands of miles: "You remnants of an army that can't even assemble the Twelve Capital Heavenly Array, yet you dare to presume to be the masters of heaven and earth?" As he spoke, the true fire of the sun condensed into nine fire phoenixes, burning the thick earth and the solidified barrier of the Breath Soil to a bright red.

Suddenly, a crimson-gold crack appeared in the sky, and Emperor Jun, holding the Hetu and Luoshu, rode out on a sun chariot, instantly enveloping the battlefield with the Zhou Tian Star Array.

Ru Shou's Geng metal energy transformed into a million soldiers, but they all melted away when they touched the starlight.

Yu Qiang's icy cold and Chong Li's raging fire intertwined to form a yin-yang fish pattern, but were fixed in mid-air by the Bagua array pattern deduced by Luo Shu.

"The ten thousand-year agreement has not yet been fulfilled. Do you all intend to defy the Dao Ancestor's decree?" Di Hong's eyes shot out a divine light that pierced through the void, and the illusory image of the Six Paths of Reincarnation appeared behind him.

On the ground, the giants of the Kuafu tribe have broken off a branch of Buzhou Mountain, and the poisonous miasma controlled by the Jiufeng tribe is eroding the demon race's barrier.

A clear light emanated from the clouds, as if Laozi had swept his whisk across the sky, and the Tai Chi diagram slowly unfolded, revealing the boundaries between Yin and Yang.

The sound of Fuxi's zither came from the Fire Cloud Cave, and the afterimage of the five-colored stones mending the sky flickered outside the Trayastrimsa Heaven.

The sounds of the blood banners of the Witch Clan and the war drums of the Demon Clan gradually subsided under the pressure of the Sage.

The truce between the Lich King and the Demon King has not yet ended, and the supreme pressure of the Hongyuan Dao Ancestor still shrouds the world. Even though the two races have a deep-seated blood feud, they dare not overstep the will of Heaven.

As the malevolent aura gradually dissipated, both sides eventually withdrew and returned to their camps, and this conflict that had shaken the world ended in a dismal failure.

Before leaving, Taiyi glanced at Zhouyi with a cold glint in his eyes, while the Chaos Bell trembled and hummed in his sleeve.

If it weren't for the Taiji diagram of the Supreme Sage hanging high above the heads of the human race, this ant would surely perish on the spot.

However, innate treasures are not something that humans can possess for long; when the time is right, there will be a day of reckoning.

As the three-legged chariot of the demon race disappeared into the sea of ​​clouds, Zhou Yi solemnly held up the Taiji diagram that circulated the Yin and Yang energies, bowed, and presented it to Grand Master Miaole: "This time, it is entirely thanks to the protection of your precious treasure that the human race has been spared from annihilation."

Miao Le smiled and put the diagram into her sleeve, her eyes revealing a hint of admiration: "Even with the Taiji Diagram in hand, you were able to calmly maneuver under the pressure of Taiyi, which shows that your cultivation has improved remarkably."

The two arrived at the ancestral land of the human race and saw thousands of people sitting around meditating on the Dao.

Miao Le gazed at her avatar radiating Daoist energy on the preaching platform and sighed softly, "Though the demon race has retreated, the undercurrents have not ceased."

Zhou Yi, however, pointed to the calamity clouds gradually appearing deep in the sky: "The fate of the Lich King and the Demon King is predetermined; they will surely perish in three great wars. The most urgent task at present is to ensure that the human race establishes a firm foundation before the great calamity."

Inside the Twelve Ancestral Witches' Hall, Di Hong stroked the broken Slaughtering Witch Sword and sneered, "The demon race certainly knows how to pick on the weak."