Primordial Era: A Counterattack Against Hongjun Daozu at the Start

Zhou Yi, trapped in the formation, was not idle. He was carefully pondering what exactly these four great primordial formations were all about.

He calculated that if the human race could acquire both the Hunyuan Heluo Formation and the Zhou Tian Xing Dou Formation at the same time, they could withstand even if a sage came looking for trouble.

However, the Zhou Tian Star Formation requires the Chaos Bell as its core, and this innate treasure is currently being watched by countless eyes, so obtaining it will not be easy.

Furthermore, the Hetu and Luoshu treasures are said to be closely related to Fuxi's attainment of enlightenment, and the sage Nuwa probably had her eye on them long ago.

However, Zhou Yi had already made his plans; he would naturally give Nuwa an explanation when the time was right. Being trapped in the formation now was just right; it was a good opportunity to probe the depths of the Hunyuan Heluo Grand Formation.

He looked around the array space and found that the mountains and rivers inside were just like the real thing, and the more he looked, the more familiar it seemed. What's even more amazing is that there were even living creatures in this array, as if it were a copy and paste of the primordial world outside.

As Zhou Yi strolled around, he suddenly realized: this great formation had essentially brought the entire primordial world into the universe.

The array space, arranged according to the Later Heaven Bagua, contains everything from mountains and rivers to birds and beasts, and most importantly, one cannot even sense the flow of time.

He had been in this place for quite some time, but he hadn't even noticed that time was passing.

However, in Zhou Yi's view, the world shrouded by the Hunyuan Heluo Grand Array had already completely changed.

Snow-capped mountains can transform into vast oceans in the blink of an eye, and seas can rise into mountain ranges in an instant. Countless living beings experience the cycle of birth and death in the blink of an eye.

At this moment, he seemed to be standing at both ends of time. His left eye saw a frozen moment, while his right eye reflected the flow of billions of years, with even the traces of countless eons clearly visible.

If his cultivation hadn't already reached the peak of Quasi-Saint, he would probably have been swallowed up by the spatial turbulence the moment he awoke.

"As expected of one of the four great killing formations of the primordial world!" Zhou Yi felt a cold sweat break out on his back, and the bronze immortal bell above his head hummed.

In that fleeting moment, the vicissitudes of time unfolded. If it were anyone else, their Dao heart would have crumbled under the erosion of time.

Even a powerful quasi-saint at the peak, if he loses his fundamental Dao heart, will still die and his Dao will dissipate.

At that moment, the heavens and earth within the formation suddenly trembled violently, and distant mountains peeled away like pieces of paper.

Zhou Yi narrowed his eyes. It seemed that the Ancestral Witches outside had already clashed with Di Jun.

He seized the opportunity during a moment of disarray in the formation, and the five divine lights behind him converged into a galaxy that poured into the Immortal Bell, tearing a hideous rift in the sky with a deafening roar.

"One last strike is all that's left." As the cracks began to close, Zhou Yi's body surged with chaotic energy, his right fist wrapped in the power to shatter stars, and he soared into the sky like a sword drawn from its sheath.

Zhou Yi pierced through the void and instantly appeared atop the sea of ​​clouds, his Daoist aura exploding like a volcanic eruption.

He gathered all his life's cultivation and unleashed the ultimate imperial fist technique, "Heavenly Wrath," his fist imbued with the world-destroying intent of the heavens' fury, piercing straight into the nine heavens.

The essence of this self-created fist technique is the true meaning of destruction that he comprehended when he was studying the Heavenly Tribulation.

At this moment, the Hunyuan Heluo Formation was collapsing, and this fist force struck the most vulnerable point of the crack in the sky.

A deafening cracking sound swept across the entire area, and the entire array space disintegrated like a shattered glass lamp.

Zhou Yi seized the opportunity and leaped out, finally returning to the primordial world.

Before they could even regain their footing, a deafening roar from the ancestral witch echoed from afar: "You old bastard, Emperor Jun, today we shall perish together!"

Zhou Yi looked in the direction of the sound and saw the Demon Emperor Jun confronting two Ancestral Witches covered in blood.

Taiyi and the other Ancestral Witches had long since disappeared. The three remaining beings were weak and covered with deep, bone-revealing wounds. They no longer possessed any of the majesty of the overlords of the primordial world.

Zhou Yi suddenly realized that he had lingered too long in the formation, and the final battle between the Lich King and the Demon King was already nearing its end.

Back when he was first trapped, the Demon Emperor Jun, who had lost the support of the Hunyuan Heluo Formation, led his troops in a fierce attack, but gradually showed signs of weakness under the combined counterattack of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

On the other side of the battlefield, with the addition of four human quasi-saints, including the Emperor Sui, the demon army, despite its numerical superiority, suffered repeated defeats.

Every breath, tens of thousands of demon soldiers and witch generals fall, their blood staining the foothills of Buzhou Mountain crimson.

The Wu tribe was already small in number, and this catastrophe has severely weakened them, with casualties on both sides already exceeding one million.

After this brutal massacre, the world was filled with a terrifying aura, and the Lich War reached its climax.

On the eastern battlefield, Taiyi, relying on the innate treasure of the Chaos Bell, actually withstood the siege of six Ancestral Witches on his own.

These ancestral witches, who controlled the elements of heaven and earth, revealed their true forms, unleashing their supernatural powers to the fullest extent, and launching a relentless barrage of attacks upon their opponents.

Although the Ancestral Witches were already seriously injured, Taiyi had also been wounded when he fought Zhouyi earlier, and the two sides were evenly matched.

The battle on the western side was equally intense, with the Demon Emperor Jun locked in a fierce struggle with the five Ancestral Witches and the Great Witch Guiche.

Logically, the combined power of the six Ancestral Witches should be even greater, but at this moment, Di Jun's Hetu Luoshu was being used to maintain the Hunyuan Heluo Formation that trapped Zhou Yi. Without this top-grade innate spiritual treasure, he could not gain an advantage against the combined forces of the five people and one witch.

This epic war lasted for hundreds of years, leaving the entire prehistoric world shattered.

Just when the battle seemed to be evenly matched, a sudden change occurred on Taiyi's side. The relentless attacks of the six Ancestral Witches finally revealed a weakness in Chaos Bell.

Emperor Hong, the Ancestral Witch, seized the fleeting opportunity, activated his spatial magic, and while the other Ancestral Witches were holding back Taiyi, his iron fist, imbued with the power to pierce through the air, went straight for the vital point.

Taiyi hastily raised his arm to block, and a "crack" sound of bone breaking rang out as his left arm was instantly torn apart by blood and flesh.

The excruciating pain only fueled Taiyi's ferocity. He withstood the attacks of the five Ancestral Witches and manipulated the Chaos Bell to lock onto Mu Zheng, who was the most seriously injured.

"Clang!" Three earth-shattering bell sounds froze time and space. Mu Zhenggang's reconstructed body was instantly shattered again, and his blood and qi visibly dimmed.

"Let's see how many times you can last!" Taiyi's eyes flashed with cold light, and the Chaos Bell once again enveloped Muzheng.

Seeing this, the other Ancestral Witches hurriedly returned to help, unleashing five world-destroying divine powers at Taiyi, but all of them were blocked by the Chaos Bell suspended in the air.

With the full power of the treasure unleashed, Taiyi actually managed to suppress the six Ancestral Witches single-handedly.

Taiyi turned his attention to Muzheng, unleashing a fierce attack on the Wood Ancestral Witch with his magical weapon.

Mu Zheng was beaten back repeatedly, his aura growing weaker and weaker, and he was about to give up.

But at this critical juncture, the situation in the Lich War suddenly took a sharp turn for the worse.

A heart-wrenching wail suddenly erupted between heaven and earth. The true form of the Ancestral Witch of the Ghost Chariot collapsed with a bang, and the Demon Emperor Jun seized the opportunity to deliver a fatal blow.

This female war goddess was already severely injured when the Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation was broken; her quasi-saint level cultivation was still a step short.

Di Jun had been eyeing this breakthrough point on the battlefield for a long time, and now he had finally succeeded.

The fall of the Ghost Chariot was like pouring cold water into a frying pan, causing the already bloodthirsty Ancestral Witches to go completely berserk.

Centuries of fighting had left these beings, formed from the essence of Pangu's blood, scarred and battered, and the malevolent energy of the Great Calamity had further eroded their reason.