Primordial Era: A Counterattack Against Hongjun Daozu at the Start

The entire primordial world's attention is now focused on the decisive battle between the Lich King and the Demon King, presenting an excellent opportunity. Even if some powerful figures sense something amiss, no one dares to take unnecessary risks at this crucial moment when the great calamity is about to erupt.

With a flash, Zhou Yi appeared in a secluded spot in the North Sea.

This place is far from human settlements, so it won't implicate the tribesmen and will also keep out of sight of others.

As he closed his eyes and concentrated, a mysterious cauldron phantom gradually appeared around him, and a vast aura soared into the sky.

Suddenly, the entire sea was shrouded in thick tribulation clouds, and a terrifying pressure spread throughout the primordial world. The powerful beings who noticed the anomaly all turned their gazes towards it, but just as Zhou Yi had predicted, on the battlefield between the Lich King and the Demon King, the eleven Ancestral Witches were locked in a fierce battle with the Eastern Emperor Jun.

Other powerful individuals are even more wary of being drawn into the vortex of the Great Calamity.

At this moment, no one had the energy to pay attention to this quietly approaching tribulation of enlightenment.

The Styx Ancestor was pacing back and forth in the direction of the North Sea, and this was the seventh time he had kicked the Asura General in the Blood Sea into the lava pool.

The tassel on the Yuan Tu Sword he was clutching was almost torn off, and the servants of the Seventy-Two Palaces of the Blood Sea had long since fled a hundred miles away.

As for his feud with Zhou Yi, from fighting over the koi in the Ling Shan Merit Pool to vying for the lotus seeds of the Chaos Green Lotus, every time it was a new grudge piled on top of an old one.

Not to mention that this time it also involves the Primordial Purple Qi. If he could tolerate this, he wouldn't be the leader of the Blood Sea.

As thunderclouds began to gather in the sky above the North Sea, the Styx Ancestor suddenly kicked the karmic fire lotus at his feet, causing him to stumble: "What will happen after that brat finishes his tribulation? If he really becomes a Great Emperor, where will I put my old face?"

That being said, Zhou Yi had noted down all the underhanded tricks he had used in their previous encounters, such as using the Chaos Bell as bait and using the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation as fireworks. Who knows what kind of traps he might have planted this time during his tribulation.

Three bolts of purple lightning suddenly struck down from the thunderclouds, leveling the western shore of the Blood Sea for thirty miles. The Styx Ancestor gulped down three jars of Forgetful River Blood Wine, grabbed his twin swords, and charged out: "To hell with preparations! If I miss this tribulation, I'll change my name to Styx Turtle!"

At this moment, the North Sea had become a hot pot of lightning, with the bottom of the pot churning with the phantoms of various innate treasures.

The projections of the Abyssal Demon Swords left a trail of blood across the sky, while the illusion of the Karmic Fire Lotus burned the sea, causing it to hiss and smoke.

Zhou Yi sat cross-legged in the center of the vortex, surrounded by hundreds of chains of law. Upon closer inspection, these chains were tearing the lightning into fragments and swallowing them into his body.

"Interesting." Zhou Yi suddenly opened his eyes and shattered the lightning tribulation version of the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation that was coming straight at him with a punch.

A fragment of the real Immortal Slaying Sword fell out from the shattered lightning, which he then stuck into the tribulation cloud to use as a lightning rod.

The quasi-saints watching from afar nearly plucked their beards bald. This wasn't a tribulation; it was clearly bandits robbing the heavenly tribulation!

Suddenly, the thunderclouds split open, revealing nine heavenly gates. From each gate emerged a lightning-shaped humanoid figure wielding a supreme treasure. Zhou Yi, however, laughed like a gluttonous beast eyeing a grand feast: "Perfect, I'll use you all as whetstones!"

As he spoke, he charged into the sea of ​​lightning, the patterns of bronze tripods and the shadow of the Xuanhuang Pagoda faintly appearing between his fists and feet.

If Emperor Ye were here, he'd probably be cursing. This kid actually took the Nine Secrets combined from "Covering the Sky" and turned it into a rogue fighting style where you level up while getting hit.

Thunder rumbled and rolled beneath the heavens, and Zhou Yi stood atop the North Sea. His Daoist path had long since transcended the ordinary, and the tribulation clouds he had unleashed were a hundred times thicker than those of ordinary cultivators.

Those innate spiritual treasures that were originally suspended in mid-air suddenly trembled and were blown away for dozens of miles by the violent thunderstorm.

"Since we cannot forcefully suppress all paths, we must integrate and understand them." Zhou Yi's robes fluttered, and hundreds of ancient scripture phantoms appeared around him.

These ancient texts, passed down from different eras, collided with each other and were gradually forged into new Dao patterns through the tempering of thunder. This was his unique method of proving the Dao.

Suddenly, three-colored lightning erupted from the depths of the clouds, accompanied by the roars of dragons, phoenixes, and qilin, causing the sea to churn. The lightning avatars of the three races' progenitors burst forth, each carrying the oppressive aura of a peak Great Luo Golden Immortal.

The Styx Cult Leader, watching from afar, suddenly narrowed his eyes, and the Yuan Tu and A Bi twin swords in his hands began to hum as a warning.

"This madman isn't triggering a tribulation, he's just causing a cataclysmic recurrence of the calamity of heaven and earth!" The Lord of the Blood Sea subconsciously retreated a hundred miles. He clearly saw Zhou Yi tear apart the Thunder Dragon's reverse scale with his bare hands, and the shattered lightning transformed into new runes that merged into his body.

Even more terrifying is that the tribulation, which should have lasted for nine days, has now been running for forty-nine days and nights.

Suddenly, a blazing white orb exploded in the center of the battlefield, shattering Zhou Yi's Taoist robe, but his eyes shone like bright stars.

The Chaos Dao Seed floating in front of his chest was frantically devouring the tribulation lightning, and the originally violent power of the Heavenly Dao was being transformed into nourishment for his cultivation.

The Lord of the Styx suddenly crushed the jade talisman in his hand, and 129,600 Blood God Child clones quietly sealed off the entire North Sea region.

"When your life force is exhausted..." The blood-robed elder coldly gazed at the battlefield, unaware of the fleeting sneer on Zhou Yi's lips. Deep beneath the sea, an ancient fluctuation resonating with the tribulation clouds was awakening.

Beneath the abyss of the North Sea, the Lord of the Styx concealed his bloodlust, his eyes, bloodshot as he stared at the strange phenomenon beneath the sky. The blue-robed cultivator undergoing tribulation at that moment was none other than his nemesis, whom he had been searching for for thirty years.

At the center of the thundercloud vortex, Zhou Yi had no time to spare.

At this moment, his clothes had long since turned to ashes, and his bronze skin was constantly cracking and reforming. Each time he used the "Zhe" character to heal his wounds, it felt like being scraped by thousands of steel knives.

The illusory image of the ancient spiritual treasure that had just been shattered turned into stardust and fell, but an even more dangerous killing intent had already emerged.

Three towering figures tore through the lightning curtain, the sound of scales rubbing together and the cries of phoenixes and dragons shaking the seawater to its core.

If an ordinary cultivator were here, these three powerful pressures alone would be enough to shatter their primordial spirit.

Zhou Yi wiped the golden blood from the corner of his mouth and sneered, "I never expected that the Heavenly Dao would summon the lingering remnants of the three founding ancestors."

This was no ordinary illusion of tribulation lightning; each phantom carried the primordial laws of the beginning of the universe. The primordial Qilin's hooves pounded the earth's veins, causing mountains to collapse; the primordial phoenix's wings unleashed karmic flames that scorched the heavens; and when the ancestral dragon swung its tail, even space itself twisted and cracked.

The combined might of these three ancient overlords would likely cause even the two Sun Palace Masters of the Heavenly Court to retreat.

Zhou Yi ripped the lightning chain wrapped around his waist with a backhand, and the blood mark between his brows suddenly shone as brightly as the sun. He transformed into a stream of light and rushed towards the phantom of the Three Ancestors. The aftershocks from the collision of his fist and the Qilin horn actually shattered the glaciers a hundred miles away into dust.

"You were able to dominate the primordial world back then, but today I will shatter these shackles of the Heavenly Dao!" With a roar, Zhou Yi's left arm was pierced by a phoenix beak, and his right leg was severed by a dragon's tail, but in an instant, new flesh and blood sprouted again.

This fierce battle is no longer just a contest of cultivation levels, but a direct clash between will and the Dao of Heaven.

The Styx Cult Master, watching from the shadows, narrowed his eyes. He clearly saw that every drop of Zhou Yi's falling essence blood burned out Dao patterns in the void. In this deadly situation that would kill even a half-step Saint Realm expert, the madman was constantly breaking through the shackles of his physical body in the face of death.

When Zhou Yi crushed the final lightning tribulation with his bare hands, the entire North Sea fell silent for a moment.