Primordial Era: A Counterattack Against Hongjun Daozu at the Start

The primordial world was filled with strange phenomena. If one were to say that there were no mysteries involved, not only would Zhou Yi have doubts, but any living being with newly awakened intelligence would find it hard to believe.

All the great powers of the world know that if this change is not the manifestation of the Dao Ancestor, it must be the embodiment of the will of Heaven.

Thus, the fateful showdown between the Lich and Demon races has finally reached its boiling point. The chessboard of heaven and earth has been laid out, awaiting only the two sides to make their moves.

In this vast world, the terrifying power of the calamity caused all the gods and sages to avoid it, and even the holy beings who had attained the Primordial Chaos Realm were unwilling to set foot there easily.

Looking back at the great calamity of the Investiture of the Gods in later generations, the fates of the saints who personally entered the game are already recorded in the secrets of heaven.

Zhou Yi gazed at the strange changes in the sky, having already devised a plan for the human race to establish themselves, and waited for this grand drama of heaven and earth to begin.

Ten blazing orbs of light hung high in the sky, their dazzling brilliance impossible for any creature in the primordial world to ignore, and a deafening roar echoed from within the Ancestral Witch Palace.

The Wu tribe, formed from the essence of Pangu's blood, have always been at odds with the Demon Court.

Ordinary beings may not know the secret of the ten suns soaring into the sky, but the warriors under the command of the Twelve Ancestral Witches know all too well that this is the manifestation of the bloodline of the Demon Emperor Jun.

"That old bastard Di Jun dares to trample on our ancestral land!" Xing Tian roared, brandishing his weapon, his battle intent solidifying into a tangible form. Before the Ancestral Witch could issue a command, the leader of the Sun Chasing Tribe had already shattered mountains and soared into the sky, his bronze skin shimmering with primordial runes under the blazing sun.

Although the Three-Legged Crow Prince did not receive the true teachings of the Demon Emperor, his bloodline, originating from the Three-Legged Crow, was certainly not ordinary.

Ten figures traversed the sea of ​​clouds. The youngest was still hovering at the threshold of True Immortal, while the leader had already condensed the Great Luo Dao Fruit.

Sensing the surging power of blood and qi behind them, the princes were not alarmed but delighted, and their wings unleashed blazing flames.

"How dare you, you petty scoundrels of the demon court, act so arrogantly!" Kuafu's voice shook the heavens, and his bulging muscles erupted with earth-shattering power.

Faced with the sun's essence fire that burned the entire world, this great shaman who chased the sun actually used his physical body to directly confront the might of heaven. Wherever his palm wind passed, the sea of ​​fire split in two, revealing ten astonished golden figures.

The three-legged crow prince hastily flapped his feathers, his natal fire transforming into a prison against the heavens. Kuafu, however, seemed to stroll leisurely, each step leaving behind illusory images of mountains and rivers, his peach wood staff pointing out countless Dao principles.

A tremendous battle ensued between them and the Demon Emperor's bloodline. The collision of these two primordial forces caused the stars in the heavens to shift.

Where the sky was torn apart, ten golden flames burst forth from the clouds, and the great shaman Kuafu shattered mountains with his bare feet, unleashing a massive palm of black iron with the force of wind and thunder.

The sun's true fire danced wildly like a crimson serpent, each time it was extinguished, a fiery waterfall would fall from the heavens, scorching the vast sea of ​​clouds into a glassy color.

This giant, formed from the essence of Pangu's blood, moved with the strength to shake mountains. However, his Three-Legged Crow Transformation Rainbow Technique had reached a state of perfection, and ten streams of fire wove a net of heavenly fire amidst the clouds.

This battle was like a black tortoise carrying a mountain and chasing fireflies. The three-legged crow princes were as nimble as light streaks through the clouds, and each time they were about to be struck by Kuafu's giant palm, they would turn into rainbows and escape.

A shower of fiery meteors, accompanied by mocking cries, left scorch marks on the giant's gnarled muscles.

If it were an ordinary cultivator, they would have fled long ago, but the bloodline of the Wu clan is engraved with the spirit of battle. Kuafu's bronze pupils ignited with blood, and he actually smashed three spiritual peaks with his physical body, determined to seize the fire in the sky.

The seven-day, seven-night chase drastically changed the prehistoric landscape. Kuafu's armor-like skin cracked open like magma, and each wound burst forth with the essence of the sun.

As the towering figure crashed to the ground, a clear, mocking laugh echoed from the clouds: "So-called witch tribe, nothing but stubborn rocks!"

Ten three-legged crows formed a formation suspended in the air, unleashing a torrential downpour of fire that transformed a thousand miles of fertile land into a crimson desert.

This grand, heaven-burning feast finally violated the taboo of the Wu tribe. At the summit of Mount Buzhou, Yi Yi removed the Xuanbing Silkworm Silk blindfold from his eyes, and the Zhentian Bow in his hand exuded chaotic energy.

This archery god, who once shot down the Netherworld Moon, now turned his gaze to the Son of the Sun, who was ravaging the heavens. The black iron arrowhead flowed with the aura of the twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons, and the moment the bowstring trembled, the spiritual energy of the entire primordial continent stagnated.

The three-legged crows were still toying with the creatures on the scorched earth, unaware of the murderous intent lurking deep in the clouds.

Yi Yi shattered the void with his bare feet, and stars flickered with each step he took. When he pulled the bowstring for the ninth time, a mournful cry of some law collapsing echoed throughout the world.

This calamity, which began as a joke, will ultimately reshape the primordial order with blood and fire.

The legend of Yi Yi, the war god of the Wu tribe, echoed across the primordial land. This giant, clad in black armor, not only possessed a physique capable of shaking mountains, but also mastered the divine skill of shooting down the suns that could pierce through the void.

When his close friend Kuafu died from exhaustion while chasing the blazing sun, Yi Yi's Sunset Bow had already quietly locked onto the sky.

The ten-wheeled, three-legged crows continued to spread raging flames, unaware that their names had already been marked on the Book of Life and Death with a vermilion brush.

The moment the bowstring trembled, the arrow pierced the air and locked onto its target. Crimson flames exploded in the sky, and the first three-legged crow crashed down towards the foot of Mount Buzhou like a falling fire meteor.

Only then did the other three-legged crows realize that flapping their wings and bursting forth with the true fire of the sun from their feathers had turned the sea of ​​clouds crimson.

"Seventh Brother!" The youngest three-legged crow cried out in anguish as it watched helplessly as eight black iron arrows pierced through the golden flames protecting its brothers.

These divine birds, capable of burning rivers and boiling seas, were now falling one after another like kites with broken strings.

As Yi's ninth arrow pierced the Eighth Prince's wing, the sound of the Chaos Bell suddenly echoed through the void.

"How dare you, you brat!" From the shattered spatial rift, the Demon Emperor Jun descended, riding on waves of scorching fire. The sonic waves emanating from the Taiyi Bell behind him pulverized the last arrow into dust.

The demon supreme being's eyes were bloodshot as he watched the nine skeletons of his offspring burning fiercely on the primordial land. He raised his hand and summoned a thousand-foot-long fiery dragon formed from his natal true fire.

Yi Yi's animal hide armor cracked inch by inch under the pressure of the quasi-saint, yet he still stubbornly drew back the bowstring.

Just as the true fire of the sun was about to engulf the great shaman, eleven mountain-like figures tore through the spatial barrier. The ancestral shamans, carrying turbid evil energy, shattered the void. Gonggong's Yuqiang Heavy Halberd collided violently with Dijun's Sun Essence Wheel.

This fateful battle that reshaped the primordial world culminated in the deafening collapse of Mount Buzhou, heralding the final chapter of the Great Tribulation of the Lich King.

The three-legged crow prince who miraculously escaped will eventually settle this karmic debt with the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife during the Investiture of the Gods.

The war between the Lich Kings escalated dramatically with the fall of the nine three-legged crow princes.

At this moment, eleven of the twelve Ancestral Witches are joining forces to fight against two demon emperors, Taiyi God and Demon Emperor Jun.

Although the Ancestral Witches were slightly inferior in individual strength, the combined power of the eleven of them was enough to shake the heavens and the earth.

This battle between quasi-saints caused the earth and sky to crack and the space itself to tremble violently.

The originally evenly matched situation was broken by two major variables: the Witch Clan's Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation was incomplete due to the reincarnation of the Thick Earth Ancestral Witch, while the Demon Clan suffered a severe blow due to the destruction of the Demon Master Roc's physical body, which was caused by Zhou Yi's previous serious injury to the Roc.

With the balance of power shifting between the two sides, the battle once again reached a stalemate, and the fighting became increasingly fierce.

"The time is ripe," Zhou Yi murmured to himself, gazing at the battlefield. In truth, he could have broken through his cultivation level long ago, but he was worried that the extraordinary phenomena that would occur during the breakthrough would reveal his whereabouts.