Primordial Era: A Counterattack Against Hongjun Daozu at the Start

These words stunned the three ancestors, who then realized the truth after careful consideration. In terms of the number of Great Luo Golden Immortals, the human race had less than a thousand at most, which was indeed far less than the thousands of Great Luo Golden Immortals that the Wu and Yao races had.

Not to mention the core strength of Golden Immortals and Taiyi Realm experts, the gap is even more obvious, after all, the human race has only been developing for a short time.

However, the peak combat power at the Quasi-Saint level has quietly formed a three-way balance of power, which is precisely the decisive move that Zhou Yi has been laying out for many years.

The elders of the Suiren clan knew perfectly well that Zhou Yi's successful tribulation this time meant he had truly reached the Great Emperor realm.

They knew all too well what this meant. From this day forward, our human race finally had a leader at the peak of the Quasi-Saint level, a momentous event that could rewrite the landscape of the primordial world.

Currently, in the human race camp, besides the newly promoted Emperor Zhou Yi, four elders—Suihuang, Youchao, Cangwen, and Ziyi—have also stepped into the threshold of Quasi-Saint.

Speaking of which, the breakthroughs of the Cangwen and Ziyi clans were largely thanks to Zhou Yi. During the thousand years that the human race kept a low profile, Zhou Yi used the Destiny Points he had accumulated to exchange for top-tier elixirs from the system shop.

With the help of this treasure, it was as easy as poking a hole in the window for Cangwen and Ziyi to break through to the Quasi-Saint level.

By this calculation, the human race now has a total of five quasi-saint level experts. In terms of top-tier combat power alone, they are not afraid to go toe-to-toe with the Lich and Demon races.

"Does the Ancestor of Humanity mean that we should send our top experts to participate in the war between the Lich King and the Demon King?" Youchao asked tentatively.

"Exactly, this battle must be fought, and we must fight it with the spirit of our human race." Zhou Yi made the decision. "Send the order down: of the four divisions of Wind, Forest, Fire, and Mountain, leave the Mountain Guard to guard the home, and assemble the other three armies. Also, it's time for the Imperial Guard, which has been hiding for many years, to make its appearance."

Upon hearing the words "Imperial Guard," the eyes of several elders lit up.

This personal guard, personally crafted by Zhou Yi, is considered the trump card of the human race. The selection criteria are ridiculously strict, requiring either cultivation prodigies who are rare in a century or ruthless characters capable of fighting across ranks.

Of the three thousand people in the group, two hundred were Grand Luo Golden Immortals capable of moving mountains and filling seas, and the rest were all peak Golden Immortals at the half-step Grand Luo level.

Compared to conventional armies, the Imperial Guard is a force to be reckoned with. Back then, Zhou Yi poured three mountains' worth of rare and precious materials into training this army. Now, this elite force, once deployed on the battlefield, will make both the Lich and Demon races tremble.

Once the order was issued, all human tribes immediately sprang into action.

The Fengbo Army, Changlin Army, and Chiyan Army were the first to complete their formation, while the Imperial Guard Army, a group of cultivation fanatics, also made a rare appearance from their caves.

Now everything is ready, and we are just waiting for the I Ching to speak. This elite army will open the eyes of all the races of the prehistoric world.

When all the elites of the human race had gathered, Zhou Yi stood in the center of the high platform, with the four quasi-saints, Suihuang, Youchao, Cangwen, and Ziyi, standing beside him like four mountain peaks.

He looked at the sea of ​​people below the stage, his gaze sweeping over every young face brimming with fighting spirit.

"At this moment, you must all have questions in your hearts." Zhou Yi's voice pierced the silence like a sharp sword, "The Lich and Demon races are fighting so fiercely that the sun and moon have been obscured, so why should our human race get involved in this mess?"

The faint clanging of metal echoed from below the stage, as thousands of elite soldiers unconsciously tightened their grip on their weapons.

Zhou Yi raised his hand and stroked the patterns on the bronze sword at his waist, the tassel of the sword fluttering in a blood-red arc in the wind.

"In this primordial world, only the might makes the law." He suddenly raised his voice, causing the distant clouds to churn. "Look at the Lich and Demon races, which one of them didn't climb to the position of overlord by stepping on mountains of corpses and seas of blood? If we don't fight today, we won't even have the right to fight tomorrow."

A thunderous battle roar suddenly erupted, and the young warriors pounded their chests with their weapons. The muffled thunderous sound of bronze clashing against leather armor made the ground tremble beneath their feet.

"When the demon race slaughtered my compatriots a hundred years ago, did they show the slightest mercy?" Zhou Yi suddenly drew his sword and pointed it straight at the sky. The sword light pierced through the clouds. "Today, we will let all the races of the prehistoric world see clearly that there is a third battle flag in this world."

"Kill! Kill! Kill!" The frenzied shouts tore the battle flags off the high platform, and the blood-red chevron patterns on the black banners fluttered as if they were alive.

Zhou Yi turned his sword and pointed it towards the battlefield. His power exploded, and the shockwave swept away the floating clouds within a ten-mile radius: "After this battle, the name of the human race shall shine as brightly as the sun and moon."

The four quasi-saints simultaneously unleashed earth-shattering pressure, and tens of thousands of elite troops surged onto the battlefield like a black torrent. Suddenly, the warriors at the forefront sang in unison, echoed by war drums made from demon skulls, each beat striking the very lifeblood of heaven and earth.

Zhou Yi walked on air, looking down at the long array of torches that stretched like a dragon.

He knew that this journey would result in the loss of at least 30% of his men, and even the possible deaths of four quasi-saints.

But when he saw the firelight dancing in the eyes of a young general, the very infant he had pulled from a pool of blood during the demon clan's massacre of a village a hundred years ago, he knew that this tempering in blood and fire was the true foundation of the human race.

Zhou Yi's most crucial plan was to take advantage of this great calamity to completely sever the lifeline of the demon race.

According to the secrets he knew, although both sides were severely injured after the war between the Lich King and the Demon King, a large number of powerful demons still lurked in the mountains and wilderness.

Later, he lost countless human lives. This time, he was determined to eradicate the demon race's top combat power and eliminate any future threat.

A deeper scheme lies hidden in Zhou Yi's heart, which he has not even revealed to his closest clansmen. The great prosperity of the human race arranged by Heaven is nothing more than a puppet show.

The so-called Mandate of Heaven set by Dao Ancestor Hongyuan will ultimately only lead to the gradual decline of the human race. True prosperity must be earned by the human race itself, and this great calamity is the key to breaking this deadlock.

At this moment, the summit of Mount Buzhou had transformed into a battlefield, where eleven ancestral witches were locked in a fierce battle with the demon emperors Jun and Taiyi. This colossal pillar, formed from the spine of Pangu, was now both a battlefield and a meat grinder. The witch clan sought to scale the mountain ridge and ascend to the heavens, while the demon clan aimed to raze the witch clan's stronghold along the mountainside. The two clans had been fighting for less than ten days, and the foot of the mountain was already littered with corpses.

Zhou Yi traversed the bloody storm alone, while the elite human forces remained inactive under the command of Suihuang.

His goal for this trip was clear—to go straight to the heart of the battle between the Ancestral Witches and the Supreme Demon King.

When he broke through the layers of demonic clouds and arrived at the main battlefield, he was surprised to find that in addition to the two demon emperors, there was also a quasi-saint with a dragon's head and a snake's body who was fighting with the ancestral witch.

Zhou Yi recognized the figure all too well; it was none other than Fu Xi, the elder brother of the sage Nuwa, who should have transcended the mortal world.

The ironclad rule that sages should not be involved in eons seems particularly ironic at this moment, as Fu Xi's participation adds another variable to the balance of power on the battlefield.

Zhou Yi gripped his weapon tightly; the turning point in the fate of humanity was right before him.

Fu Xi and Nuwa were siblings from the same origin. Fu Xi, who was also born into the demon race, could not escape the fate of this war between the witches and demons.

Although his strength is slightly inferior to Taiyi and the Demon Emperor Jun, he is only half a step away from the peak of Quasi-Saint.

Zhou Yi did not choose to confront him, after all, he was the elder brother of the sage Nuwa, and as the leader of the human race, it was inconvenient for him to take action, whether out of emotion or morality.