Primordial Era: A Counterattack Against Hongjun Daozu at the Start

Where the fiery red lotus burns, the life array outlined by the secret character "者" continues to flow endlessly.

At the edge of the battlefield, the Roc's true form had lost seven of its life-giving feathers. This demon master, skilled in escape techniques, now brought a storm of blood and gore with every flap of his wings.

Seeing the retreat in his ally's eyes, Styx suddenly unleashed a world-destroying red light from the Twelfth-Grade Blood Lotus. He knew all too well the survival strategy of this old acquaintance: when the cost of plundering exceeded the benefits, the Lord of the Northern Underworld always ran away more decisively than anyone else.

A surge of rage rose within the Styx Lord, who clearly sensed that the spiritual energy fluctuations of the human cultivator before him were far inferior to his own.

Whether it was the power of their natal magic weapon or the foundation of a thousand years of cultivation, they should have been able to overwhelm each other.

However, this Zhou family lad was as troublesome as a nine-lived black cat, which made him suddenly understand the predicament of Taiyi in ancient times. Even though he had the upper hand, his opponent could always burst forth with new life in desperate situations.

The Book of Changes is imbued with an almost indestructible vitality, and it always manages to unleash astonishing life-saving techniques whenever it is on the verge of collapse.

What's even more troublesome is its endless stream of unique skills; the occasional burst of deadly moves even forced the Styx Lord to summon his protective Blood Lotus.

Although the outcome of this duel seems to be decided, completely eliminating this young man is as elusive as trying to catch a cloud with bare hands.

"The solution lies elsewhere!" The Styx Master glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw that the Demon Master Roc was about to leave, his scarlet robe fluttering even without wind.

He suddenly let out a long, loud roar: "Why bother fighting this brat? The human realm is vast; are all billions of ants as troublesome as him?"

These words struck like a thunderclap, and the demon master, the Roc, who was about to retreat, suddenly stopped in his tracks.

The nine-headed demon's eyes flashed with ferocity as he recalled the secret of how he had devoured the essence of a human to heal his wounds.

If all the humans in this world could be turned into food, not only would recovering from old wounds be possible, but even returning to the realm of ancient demon saints would not be impossible.

"How dare you!"

The roar of the Book of Changes shook the land for miles, and the entire sky changed color.

This was the first time in his thousand years of cultivation that his Dao heart trembled, and the green rock beneath his feet cracked inch by inch under the oppressive force of his fury.

The two ancient giants' wicked schemes struck at the heart of humanity. How could those unarmed mortals withstand the killing blows of a quasi-saint?

The three guardians of the Dao, including Suihuang, had already formed a battle array and were ready to go, but the demon master spread his wings and blocked out the light of the sky.

The ancient demonic bird's speed far exceeded common sense. Everyone only saw a fleeting shadow before the demonic wind, carrying a biting chill, rushed towards the human village.

Zhou Yi's two clones tried to stop them, but were tightly entangled by the Asuras manifested from the sea of ​​blood.

The Lord of the Styx coldly watched the battlefield, his Yuan Tu Sword emitting a scarlet aura.

He deeply understood the principles of human nature; if Zhou Yi were to lose his composure even slightly, the blood-slaying blade, which had been gathering power for a century, would pierce through his vital point.

The life-or-death crisis of billions of lives has now become a bargaining chip in the game of quasi-saints.

Although the heavily injured Demon Master Roc was no longer at his peak, as a quasi-saint level powerhouse, even strong figures like Suihuang could not stop him from going.

A cold glint flashed in Zhou Yi's eyes. He ignored the attack from the Styx Patriarch behind him and took the blood sea's killing move with his back.

Amidst the cracking of bones, he forcefully activated the secret technique of the previous word, and the golden blood spilling from the corner of his mouth condensed into runes in mid-air.

"The secret of the character '者'!" With a low shout, Zhou Yi's shattered right shoulder regenerated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Three clones burst forth from his body and formed a battle formation, completely blocking the pursuit route of the Styx Patriarch.

The main body then transformed into a stream of light that chased straight into the sky, causing ripples to spread across the space wherever it passed.

At this moment, the North Sea Demon King revealed his true form, his wings that blotted out the sky and stirred up a tide of spiritual energy.

Tens of thousands of miles of territory were plunged into darkness in an instant, and hundreds of millions of people were swept into the abyss like autumn leaves.

"Human blood is just what I need to replenish my Dao foundation!" The roc's savage laughter shook the mountains and caused them to collapse. A foul wind carried cries that echoed through the sky.

"Let Heaven and Earth bear witness, if you are allowed to escape today, I, Zhou Yi, will scatter my primordial spirit!" With a roar, nine Xuanhuang chains emerged from the void, forcefully severing the devouring vortex.

Despite being blessed by the secret of the previous word, the Human Emperor arrived first despite being late, and Daoist ripples distorting space and time appeared around his body.

When the Battle Saint Technique is activated to its limit, the chaotic energy condensed by the Zhouyi Fist has solidified into a tangible form.

The celestial bell roared, and countless rays of celestial light poured down, intertwining with the force of the fist to form a torrent that could annihilate all laws.

Most fatally, the tenfold amplification of the "All" secret was triggered at this moment, and this attack actually caused a cataclysmic light to descend from beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens.

At the critical moment of life and death, the Great Roc's Dao Heart completely collapsed. The dignity inherited from the Demon Ancestor vanished without a trace, and it roared towards the sea of ​​blood, pleading for help.

The Styx Patriarch, who had just broken through the clone, watched coldly from the sidelines, while the Yuan Tu and A Bi swords changed direction and pointed directly at Zhou Yi's vital back.

The Lord of Asura smirked, intending to reap the benefits without lifting a finger.

Crimson sword energy tore through the sky, and a world-destroying light enveloped the eight wastelands, filling the entire void with a suffocating aura of death.

As the two swords clashed, a scene of the Nine Netherworld Purgatory unfolded, with illusions of countless wailing beings flowing within the sword light, pushing the path of slaughter to its extreme.

The demon master flapped his wings, overturning a sea of ​​clouds stretching ten thousand miles, his bronze feathers standing upright like swords.

He instantly saw through the Styx Cult Master's murderous scheme; it was clearly a poisonous plot using him as bait.

The Lord of Asura's attack, seemingly a feigned attempt to break the siege, actually concealed a deadly intent.

If Zhou Yi were distracted in resisting the Blood River Sword Qi, the Demon Master could escape into the void; but at this moment, the white-haired Taoist's eyes were bloodshot, and the chaotic energy around him had solidified, clearly locking onto his aura.

"That old devil of the Blood Sea has a good plan!" The Demon Master laughed in anger, and the twelve layers of protective divine light collapsed one by one.

The fist of the I Ching, imbued with the power of creation, actually cleaved out the Yin and Yang in the chaos, and the Tai Chi diagram suppressed the four poles.

He clearly saw the cold smile on Styx's lips. The old demon was using the Karmic Fire Lotus to seal off the battlefield, clearly intending to reap the benefits.

In the split second between life and death, the demon master's natal demon mark appeared between his brows.

The frigid tide from the Northern Sea poured in from the void, transforming into a million-crystal sword array. However, the chaotic fist intent was utterly devastating, and the Xuanbing barrier shattered like thin paper.

The demon master roared to the sky, and a giant Kun swallowing the sea Dharma image appeared behind him, but it was annihilated inch by inch by the fist energy.

"Blood debts must be repaid with lives!" Zhou Yi's voice shook the heavens. As the wind from his fist passed, the demon master's magical body exploded, and thousands of feathers turned into a meteor shower.

A streak of eerie blue light pierced through the air and vanished, distorting space and time wherever it passed.

That was the speed of the Great Roc propelled by the Demon Master burning his own essence; in an instant, it had reached the thirty-third heaven.

The Lord of the Styx clapped his hands and laughed, and the twin swords of Yuan Tu and A Bi suddenly merged. The Blood River Formation devoured the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and launched a fatal attack just as Zhou Yi's old power was exhausted.

Suddenly, the white-haired Taoist turned around, and the chaotic energy condensed into a Xuanhuang Pagoda. It turned out that the killing of the demon master just now was a feint, and the real killing situation was only now beginning to emerge.

A blinding golden light suddenly exploded between heaven and earth, and the demon master roc let out a deafening roar as its enormous demon body collapsed into countless stardust.

A wisp of dark blue spiritual consciousness tore through the void and shot towards the Northern Abyss.

A crimson flame of fury ignited in Zhou Yi's pupils, and the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand rang out. He was about to use the Great Shift Divine Power to pursue the enemy when his path was blocked by two ancient swords intertwined with bloodthirsty energy.