Primordial Era: A Counterattack Against Hongjun Daozu at the Start

This innate treasure, nurtured by heaven and earth, has finally crossed the final threshold and ascended to become an ultimate imperial weapon.

Even more astonishingly, as Zhou Yi's cultivation progressed, this natal artifact even had the potential to transform into a celestial artifact.

The Lord of the Styx was so shocked that he couldn't speak, watching Zhou Yi break through his cultivation level amidst the earth-shattering lightning.

When that aura that pierced through the clouds exploded, even this old demon who had lived for hundreds of millions of years felt his heart pound wildly. This was clearly the kind of pressure that only the top powerhouses of the primordial world could possess.

It should be noted that although Zhou Yi was ranked as a Quasi-Saint before, his combat power was only comparable to that of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

But the chaotic aura emanating from him was so intense that even the Lord of the Blood Sea felt a chill run down his spine. The Styx Master's hands, which were forming hand seals, trembled: "Could this guy have severed his three corpses? But severing corpses shouldn't trigger a heavenly tribulation!"

Originally, he planned to wait for the opponent to be seriously injured during his tribulation and then take advantage of the situation. But now he saw Zhou Yi's whole body shining brightly and he was completely unharmed. The Styx Master almost crushed the Blood Sea Jade Ruyi.

Just as he was feeling annoyed, he suddenly noticed something strange. The thunderclouds in the sky not only did not dissipate, but instead condensed into the images of six great sages, and the phantom images of three supreme treasures, the Heaven-Opening Axe, the Chaos Bell, and the Taiji Diagram, hovered in the air.

"It's done!" The Styx Cult Master was so excited that his blood-red robes billowed, and he secretly hid a thousand miles away to watch the battle from the sidelines.

Although the saint's projection only had one-thousandth of the original's power, the simultaneous appearance of the three innate treasures would have been a devastating blow even to the Dao Ancestor himself.

Zhou Yi, however, grinned from the eye of the storm. He flicked his wrist, his knuckles crackling with a thunderous sound: "Perfect, I'll use you guys to test my skills."

Before the words were even finished, the entire sky suddenly twisted into a vortex, and the purest, most extreme fist intent directly pierced through space, exploding into a black hole outside the Thirty-Three Heavens.

The Styx Lord, who was watching the battle, hurriedly summoned the Twelfth Grade Karmic Fire Red Lotus, only to watch helplessly as the aftershocks evaporated thirty percent of the thousand-mile sea of ​​blood.

This power to shatter the void clearly indicates that he has reached the threshold of the Primordial Chaos realm. The primordial land is probably no match for this newly ascended powerhouse.

The primordial world was already riddled with holes from a series of earth-shattering battles. This time, the decisive battle between the Lich King and the Demon King cleaved Mount Buzhou in two, and the entire continent shattered into fragments.

Perhaps for this reason, Heaven suppresses the cultivation of all living beings in the world, for fear that a few more ruthless characters will emerge who can shatter the heavens and earth.

At this moment, Zhou Yi has officially entered the realm of the Great Emperor. With his perfected Holy Body cultivation, he has clearly joined the ranks of the top Quasi-Saints.

With a swing of his arm and a punch, the three innate treasures were blasted backward, and even the six illusory saints were forced back half a step.

Zhou Yi gave his opponent no chance to breathe, unleashing a barrage of punches like a whirlwind. The entire sea of ​​lightning resembled torn silk, with spiderweb-like cracks constantly exploding in the void.

The Styx Lord, watching from afar, was terrified but secretly delighted. Although Zhou Yi had the upper hand, he would spit blood every time he clashed with the treasure, and his holy body was covered with cracks.

This fierce battle lasted for an unknown period of time, until the clouds of calamity dispersed, leaving only a blood-soaked figure in the heavens.

Zhou Yi knelt on one knee on the cloud, each cough bringing forth a golden-red mist of blood. The cracks on his sacred body were so deep that they revealed the bone, and even the supposedly immortal and indestructible secret technique of the character "Zhe" could not repair them.

He staggered down from the Ninth Heaven, found a secluded cave at random, and collapsed down.

Blood pools quickly formed on the ground, each drop of blood radiating a suffocating pressure.

Just as he closed his eyes to regulate his breathing, ripples suddenly appeared in the space, and the Lord of the Styx arrived, wielding two swords.

"I never imagined that even the human race's supreme ruler would fall from grace." Styx grinned maliciously, raising his blood-red longsword. "Today, I will settle all scores with you!"

Zhou Yi slowly opened his eyes, his face expressionless: "If you're going to do something, do it quickly, stop talking nonsense." Before he finished speaking, the temperature inside the cave plummeted, and the killing intent solidified into frost that spread across the stone walls.

As the founder of the Way of Slaughter, the Lord of the Styx should have delivered a fatal blow to Zhou Yi silently, but instead, he brazenly appeared to confront him.

This unusual behavior revealed his inner turmoil. Although he was certain that his opponent had suffered severe injuries during the tribulation, he was unsure how much of his old adversary's fighting strength remained.

Looking back on my numerous encounters with the I Ching over the years, I've always been the one who suffered losses.

The Lord of the Styx stared at the figure sitting cross-legged, meditating before him. His fingers, hidden beneath his scarlet robe, unconsciously rubbed the scabbard at his waist. His Adam's apple bobbed twice before he spoke: "That cataclysmic tribulation—even a Great Luo Golden Immortal would have had a hard time escaping unscathed!"

"You're right." Zhou Yi's lips curled into a faint smile as he tapped the still-damp blood on his knee with his knuckles. "So what are you waiting for?"

This nonchalant response caused Styx's pupils to shrink sharply. The twin swords, Abi and Yuantu, hummed and trembled in his sleeves, yet he hesitated to draw them.

"Bluster!" Styx suddenly roared, and two blood-red sword beams tore through space.

When the sword was only three inches away from Zhou Yitian's spirit, his left hand suddenly turned into a blur and forcefully clamped down on the two infamous killing treasures.

The crimson aura emanating from the sword instantly corroded the vegetation within a hundred feet, yet it could not shake the seemingly pale hand.

"Playing tricks!" Styx's neck veins bulged as he secretly activated his natal sword technique.

The two swords emitted a shrill, ghostly whistle as they finally broke free of their restraints and flew back.

Zhou Yi stood up, and his body, which was originally covered in cracks, shone with a jade-like luster, looking brand new in the blink of an eye.

"You...you used the elixir of immortality!" Styx suddenly realized, only to see Zhou Yi already shattering the mountain rocks beneath his feet, charging forward with the lingering power of thunder.

This hunting game was flawed from the start. A severely wounded tiger is still a tiger, while the hesitant jackal is destined to pay a heavy price once again.

"I pretended to be seriously injured, and sure enough, I lured out those old foxes with ulterior motives. Look, Styx has taken the bait, hasn't he?" Zhou Yi sneered. Since the other party had walked right into the trap, he was naturally going to give him a well-prepared surprise.

The Lord of the Styx stared intently at the human before him, his face dark with rage. He was practically grinding his teeth to powder. At such a critical moment as tribulation, this guy was still managing to set a trap for him.

Counting on his fingers the number of their encounters, from the time in the human realm to the Western Sect's schemes regarding the Six Paths of Reincarnation, he had always been outmaneuvered by this kid.

After finally getting to the time when Zhou Yi was undergoing tribulation, which turned out to be a deadly, world-destroying tribulation, he ended up falling into a trap.

Styx's heart pounded: Although the heavenly tribulation has passed, how much of this kid's strength has he recovered?

Zhou Yi suddenly took half a step forward, and the shockwave around him exploded, pressing down on Minghe's robes like a tidal wave.

"Have you really overcome that hurdle?"

Styx's pupils contracted sharply, and the veins on the back of his hand gripping the Yuan Tu Sword bulged.

Although I had suspected it beforehand, seeing the other party demonstrate their strength in person was still more impactful than I expected.

Peak Quasi-Saint! Among the top experts in the Primordial World! This level can be counted on one's fingers throughout the entire world, and it is no exaggeration to say that it is the ceiling of combat power below the Saint.

Now that the sages have gone into seclusion, these old monsters are beings who can make the primordial world tremble with a stomp of their feet.

"We were both at the peak of Quasi-Saint, but you are no longer my match." Zhou Yi's tone was as calm as if he were saying that the weather was nice today, but it made Styx furious.