Primordial Era: A Counterattack Against Hongjun Daozu at the Start

He glanced at the demon master, the Roc, out of the corner of his eye, knowing that the Northern Underworld Overlord was inherently suspicious, and that Zhou Yi's earlier scheme to sow discord had already worked.

A crimson sword light suddenly tore through space, and the Abi Yuantu, carrying the purest killing intent in the world, broke through the air.

These two ferocious weapons, born from chaos, can not only annihilate all things, but also evade the karmic consequences of the Heavenly Dao. At this moment, driven by the Styx River, they have enveloped the entire battlefield in a blood-red Daoist aura.

Zhou Yi frowned slightly, and the ancient bronze bell floating above his head suddenly burst forth with a dazzling light.

This natal imperial weapon, which had accompanied him in battles for a thousand years, had been tempered by the Dao and had long been connected to his soul.

The runes flowing on the bell wall lit up one after another, and the Nine Heavens Formation was instantly deployed, forcefully blocking the deadly swords that were attacking from all directions.

As the air surged, the Demon Master Roc's Xuanbing Halberd silently arrived.

Zhou Yi seemed to have anticipated this, and his fist, imbued with the golden light of his sacred body, struck out with a thunderous roar, shattering the extremely cold Dao principles that had frozen the void.

The cultivators from various races watching from afar were shocked to discover that this human powerhouse had improved several times over compared to a thousand years ago.

"He has cultivated the Holy Body to perfection in just a thousand years?" Styx's pupils shrank slightly, and the sword technique in his hand subtly changed.

The phantom of a sea of ​​blood churned behind him, and the outline of the Twelve-Petaled Karmic Fire Red Lotus appeared and disappeared.

The Demon Master, the Roc, also unleashed the River Chart and Luo Book, and the chaotic aura began to distort the rules of the battlefield. The two unparalleled powerhouses held nothing back, determined to completely eliminate the threat.

They were witnesses to the great battle between Zhou Yi and Taiyi a thousand years ago. But now, seeing their old acquaintance again, they clearly felt that the other party's strength was no longer comparable to that of the past—the extent of their progress over the past thousand years secretly alarmed Styx and the Roc.

The two ancient beings exchanged glances, both reading a sense of awe in each other's pupils.

As ancient monsters who have cultivated for hundreds of millions of years, they know better than anyone that cultivation is like climbing a ladder to heaven, and every half step takes a long time.

The demon master, Dapeng, calculated that the period of stagnation in his cultivation after breaking through to the Quasi-Saint realm was several times longer than Zhou Yi's entire cultivation period.

"Could this young man have swallowed the Chaos Bell?" The Styx Master stroked the hilt of the Yuan Tu Sword, his blood-red robe fluttering even without wind.

Sensing its master's emotions, the Abhijna Sword emitted a thirsty hum from its sheath.

Behind the demon master, the void twisted, the image of the Northern Darkness Dharma appeared and disappeared, and the wings of the Nine Thousand Mile Cloud Stirred the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

They were naturally unaware that the earth-shattering duel a thousand years ago was like the first hammer blow that broke through the stubborn rock.

The myriad Daoist principles nurtured within the Zhouyi (Book of Changes) flow like rivers into the sea, gradually coalescing into a unique and supreme law.

At this moment, the Dao Seed suspended in his dantian has developed nine orifices, forming a natural cycle with each breath, and is only a thin layer of paper away from breaking free from its cocoon and transforming into a butterfly.

If an ordinary Quasi-Saint were to break through to the next realm, it would only trigger a ninefold tribulation of lightning. However, Zhou Yi's path of proving the Dao with a Saintly Body is destined to cause a tremor throughout the heavens.

He could even foresee that when the thunderclouds gathered, the Zixiao Palace outside the Trayastrimsa Heaven would surely cast its gaze upon them, which was precisely the reason why he remained inactive.

The sea of ​​blood surged, and the crimson lotus of karmic fire at the foot of the River Styx suddenly bloomed. The phantom of the River Chart and the Luo River Book appeared above the Demon Master's head, and the stars in the heavens transformed into chains that bound his body.

The two powerful beings attacked simultaneously. Abi Yuantu's scarlet sword light intertwined with Beiming Xuanbing to form a net that dyed the entire sky with a strange blue and red color.

Beneath the blood-red sky, as the robes of the Styx Ancestor billowed, two illusory figures separated from his true form.

These two Dharma bodies are nine-tenths similar in appearance to the original body, surrounded by dark red karmic flames, and exuding a quasi-saint-level pressure similar to the original body.

As the two ancient swords flew through the air, the air in the Asura Killing Field suddenly froze. The Yuan Tu Sword was wrapped in the cold air of the underworld, and the A Bi Sword was spitting out bloody and fierce light, held by the two good and evil figures respectively.

This is the supreme secret technique of the Asura Path, "Blood Sea Dual Phases," which the Styx Ancestor spent 120,000 years fusing his evil and good thoughts into physical forms.

Although it does not possess the heaven-reaching and earth-shattering power of the original body, the combined strength of the two is enough to rival the peak of the Great Luo Golden Immortal.

The simultaneous appearance of the three bodies signifies that the Blood Sea Ruler is now serious and determined to completely annihilate the human powerhouse before him.

Faced with the encirclement formed by the three Asura Venerables and the Demon Master Roc, the Dao lines between Zhou Yi's brows flickered uncertainly.

The twin swords of Yuan Tu and A Bi intertwined to form an extinction sword net, which, combined with the corrosive power of the Blood Sea Origin, actually etched spatial cracks in the void.

Even more troublesome is the Northern Dark Ice summoned by the demon master, which freezes even the flow of spiritual energy wherever the cold wave passes.

"The Four Symbols Battle Formation?" Zhou Yi chuckled as he formed profound hand seals, and the illusory image of the river of time and space appeared behind him.

Two hazy figures emerged from the river of time, one carrying a bronze halberd and surrounded by the primordial purple aura of the beginning of chaos.

The person on the right holds a celestial compass, and with every gesture, he manipulates the movement of the stars in the celestial sphere.

This is precisely the "Three Realms of Dharma" that Zhouyi comprehended through his understanding of the long river of time: the Dao Self that carries ancient memories, and the Self that holds the secrets of heaven and earth in the future.

The Styx Ancestor's pupils shrank sharply, and for the first time, the two swords in his hands froze.

He clearly sensed that these two avatars were not simple clones; their original auras were perfectly matched with the original body, as if the same existence had been divided into different dimensions of time and space.

Violent tremors emanated from the depths of the Asura Blood Sea, as if the laws of heaven and earth were resisting this existence that defied common sense.

"How can the Daoist teachings of the Sage of Taiqing be compared with this?" Zhou Yi's true form strode through the air, his three manifestations each occupying the positions of Heaven, Earth, and Man.

The halberd in my hand stirred up the chaotic winds that created the world, causing the star chart in my palm to project the strange phenomenon of the Milky Way hanging upside down, while my body evolved into the Yin-Yang Taiji Dao diagram.

Three distinct yet symbiotic forces intertwined above the remnants of the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation, forming a Dao Domain that annihilates all laws.

The spectators, including Suihuang, were shocked to find that the sacred flames in their hands were flickering erratically, and that spacetime was in a state of multiple folds. Blood-red waves and star trajectories coexisted strangely, and the Asura Killing Array clashed with the chaotic gales.

As the void trembled, two streams of primordial yellow energy surged from Zhou Yi's celestial spirit, instantly condensing into a valiant warrior clad in armor and wielding a spear.

The main body sits in the center, while the four spiritual bodies each occupy a position in the heavens and the earth, forming a five-colored sealing array.

The original four-on-two battle situation was instantly reversed, and the demon master Dapeng's protective demon cloud was torn open in three places by the spiritual sword energy.

"The Taiqing Secret Technique actually has a successor?" The roc flapped its wings and retreated three hundred miles, its feathers crackling with lightning.

This primordial giant who once stole the Hetu Luoshu could not see through the illogical clone technique before him, each of which carried the complete fortune of humanity.

Nine Daoist patterns flowed from Zhou Yi's fingertips, among which the golden seal script of the character "number" was particularly dazzling: "This is not the wondrous method of the Three Pure Ones, but the Nine Tribulations Battle Technique that the human race has comprehended on its own."

Before the words were finished, the two spirit bodies rushed to the vital point of the Roc, and the phantoms of the God-Slaying Spear and the Xuanyuan Sword clashed and slashed down, forcing the Demon Master to reveal his true form of the Heaven-Covering Sword.

Deep within the sea of ​​blood, the Styx Lord's Yuan Tu and A Bi swords are clashing with the laws of the Zhou Yi body.

Whenever the good and evil corpses break through the defense line, the annihilated self and the deceased self are rebuilt in the power of the wishes of all living beings. This is the eternal tactic that takes the incense of humanity as its source.