Primordial Era: A Counterattack Against Hongjun Daozu at the Start

The moment the two treasures collided, the entire prehistoric continent shook three times.

Zhou Yi suddenly sprang up, his body covered in flowing runes. With the support of the laws of time, he flashed before Taiyi's eyes in the blink of an eye.

As if he had anticipated this, the demon emperor calmly took half a step forward, his palm surging with golden flames powerful enough to incinerate the heavens and boil the seas as he forcefully pushed forward.

The scorching sun's true fire tore open a spatial rift, turning the entire sky a crimson gold.

The three-legged crow phantom that burst forth from the sea of ​​fire emitted a long, tearing cry. People always say that the Demon Master Roc is the symbol of extreme speed, but they forget that the three-legged crow bloodline, which controls the origin of the sun star, also possesses the great power to tear through space and time.

Two figures, imbued with the laws of time, crossed paths in mid-air, unleashing a deafening roar.

"Break!" Zhou Yi's fist surged with the power of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, directly confronting the three-legged crow form condensed from flames.

The Nine Secret True Methods circulated wildly in his sea of ​​consciousness, and his fists transformed into rainbows piercing the sun, aiming straight for the opponent's vital point.

At this level, the confrontation has long transcended the constraints of techniques; every gesture is a deadly move capable of shattering galaxies.

Taiyi had experienced the bloody war between the Lich King and the Demon King throughout his life, and even the first generation of Quasi-Saints had been suppressed by him. Facing Zhou Yi's offensive, he did not retreat but advanced, and the golden patterns on his right arm surged as he fiercely clashed with Zhou Yi.

The instant the two world-destroying energies clashed, the space within a radius of ten thousand miles crumbled like glass, and the turbulent currents of laws shredded even the starlight into dust.

As Zhou Yi retreated, a blood arrow flew from his shoulder, and spiderweb-like cracks appeared in the void beneath Taiyi's feet.

Before the aftershocks had subsided, life surged from Zhou Yi's wounds, and in an instant, it struck again with a fist force that could pierce the universe.

"Insolence!" Twelve illusory images of blazing suns erupted from Taiyi's body, and the supreme yang power originating from the Sun Star evaporated the millions of miles of clouds.

When this ancient demon emperor fully unleashed his primal power, the entire world seemed to have fallen into the core of a star, and the laws of nature were twisted and deformed in the terrifying heat.

Zhou Yi's pupils contracted sharply, and the strange phenomena of the Six Paths of Reincarnation intertwined behind him to form the crown of the Heavenly Emperor. At the very moment that the two world-destroying forces were about to collide, the stars beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens simultaneously flickered and trembled.

A radiant glow enveloped Zhou Yi, and the five extraordinary phenomena within his body completely merged with his physical form. The fist shadows he unleashed carried the oppressive aura of an emperor, as if a sovereign from the heavens had descended to the mortal realm.

The moment the fist's power erupted, the secret technique was triggered, and his combat power instantly increased tenfold, illuminating the entire star field with the light of the fist.

"boom!"

Wherever the force of the fist passed, space and time within billions of miles collapsed. The two powerful figures trembled violently, and blood spurted from Zhou Yi and Taiyi simultaneously.

Zhou Yi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and suddenly conjured four physical clones. The five figures formed a mysterious formation, trapping their opponent firmly in the center of the formation.

Taiyi, not to be outdone, unleashed his avatars of both good and evil, forming a three-dimensional array of Heaven, Earth, and Man. The energy released when the two arrays collided tore countless spatial rifts in the void.

"Cough!" Zhou Yi was blasted hundreds of miles away, his chest stained with blood. But as he formed hand seals, his wounds healed at a visible speed. In contrast, Taiyi, although he also used a secret technique to heal, the effect was significantly less effective.

"It's time to settle this." Taiyi suddenly sneered, raising his hand to summon the ancient bronze bell that shook the primordial world. As the bell hovered above his head, the air pressure on the entire battlefield suddenly became a hundred times heavier.

"clang!"

The Chaos Bell roared with earth-shattering force, its divine might sweeping across the eight directions like a tsunami.

Zhou Yi had no way to avoid it; the protective golden light shattered instantly, and he exploded into a bloody mist in mid-air.

However, as the echoes of the bell faded, the body that should have perished was reassembled in the radiance. It turned out that what had just been shattered was merely a residual image.

"Truly worthy of being a supreme innate treasure." Zhou Yi wiped the fresh blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes growing even sharper. "But how many more times can you unleash such a deadly move?"

Zhou Yi was surrounded by golden light, and his shattered physical body was restored to its original state in the blink of an eye.

Taiyi's pupils suddenly contracted, and the knuckles of his fingers gripping the Chaos Bell turned white.

Back then, he failed to kill this person in the human territory. Besides the Taiji Diagram's obstruction, the other party's terrifying regenerative ability was a thorn in his side.

The Chaos Bell trembled and unleashed a world-destroying pressure, causing even the outer heavens of the thirty-three heavens to tremble.

Such a deadly move, enough to make even a saint retreat, failed to completely crush the ants before him? Taiyi let out a cold snort, his palms already beaded with cold sweat.

"In the end, I'm still just half a step short." Zhou Yi wiped the golden blood from the corner of his mouth, his fighting spirit growing even stronger.

Only a saintly being can bear the true meaning of a supreme treasure. The seemingly world-destroying bell sound just now only unleashed seventy percent of the power of the Chaos Bell.

Taiyi's forehead veins bulged, and the Chaos Bell hummed incessantly in his hand.

As the other party said, if a sage were to wield this object, not only would he be able to recreate the earth, fire, water, and wind, but he could also shatter and rebuild the primordial world in the blink of an eye.

At this moment, he could only watch helplessly as Zhou Yi's flesh and blood were regenerated, as if facing an endless nine-headed ferocious beast.

"I'd like to see how many times you can reshape it!" Taiyi roared, and the Chaos Bell conjured up countless phantoms.

Only then did he realize that it would take a long time to kill such a monster, which would undoubtedly be a fatal delay for the Heavenly Court, which was about to face a decisive battle.

Zhou Yi suddenly closed his eyes and concentrated, his body radiating Daoist energy like a reversed Milky Way: "Do you know why the Three Pure Ones give way to me?" Before he finished speaking, ten thousand volumes of Daoist scriptures suddenly appeared in the void, with countless texts moving like dragons and snakes, forming their own world under the pressure of the Chaos Bell.

Taiyi's expression changed drastically, and the Chaos Bell emitted an uneasy hum for the first time.

At the same time, a sudden change occurred on the battlefield of Buzhou Mountain. The demon clan's great formation, which had been locked in a stalemate with the Twelve Ancestral Witches, suddenly collapsed at a key point, and the area where Fu Xi was located was instantly submerged by the blood of the witch clan.

The moment Taiyi was intercepted by Zhouyi, the entire battle took a crucial turn. The five Ancestral Witches who were originally besieging Taiyi were freed up and immediately turned their attention to other important areas.

Although the demon leader Di Jun was of equal strength to Taiyi, he could not escape being suppressed when faced with the combined attack of multiple ancestral witches.

At this moment, Mi Xi's situation was the most dangerous. This demon saint, who had not yet reached the peak of the quasi-saint realm, was gradually showing signs of weakness under the siege of several ancestral witches.

As the battle intensified, Mi Xi's physical defenses were finally broken. Just when he was about to perish, a saintly aura suddenly appeared in the sky.

This force did not participate in the battle; it merely carried the remaining primordial spirit of Fu Xi into the void. Nuwa ultimately could not bear to see her brother perish completely.

Taiyi's face turned ashen upon sensing the aura of the sage. He and Dijun had repeatedly tried to persuade Nuwa to join the war; with the sage's help, the Wu tribe should have been wiped out long ago.

However, this sage, who was born of the demon race, remained uninvolved. At this moment, he only managed to save Mi Xi's life. This restraint caused Taiyi to feel resentful. He originally thought that after Mi Xi suffered such a serious injury, Nuwa would definitely punish the Wu tribe.

Zhou Yi had foreseen this long ago. In the torrent of the great calamity of heaven and earth, even the sages of the Heavenly Dao must follow the general trend.

It was already quite an achievement for Nuwa to snatch the primordial spirit of Fuxi. The will of Hongyuan Daozu was like an invisible shackle, and even a saint as powerful as him could hardly cross that line.