Primordial Era: A Counterattack Against Hongjun Daozu at the Start

Especially Qiang Liang, the Ancestral Witch of Thunder, and Gui Che were siblings from the same root. He watched helplessly as his younger sister died, and the veins on his forehead bulged instantly.

"Give me your life!" Qiang Liang's body crackled with lightning as he completely abandoned his defenses and charged towards Taiyi.

Taiyi was caught up in the heat of battle when he grabbed the Chaos Bell and smashed it. Unexpectedly, the Ancestral Witch neither dodged nor evaded, but instead directly withstood the innate treasure, and half of his body was instantly blasted into a bloody mist.

The dying Qiangliang suddenly grinned maliciously, his mangled body locking tightly around the Chaos Bell.

His life essence was burning wildly, and his originally shattered body swelled up like an inflating balloon.

Taiyi's pupils contracted sharply, before he could even retreat.

Boom!

A cataclysmic explosion erupted, causing the entire primordial continent to tremble violently. Qiang Liang had actually self-destructed his Ancestral Witch form, willing to perish in order to take his enemy down with him.

Even with the Chaos Bell protecting him, Taiyi was still blasted so badly that he coughed up golden blood, but he ultimately withstood the deadly attack that would take them both down with him.

"Kangliang!"

Although the twelve Ancestral Witches sometimes quarreled, their brotherhood never wavered. Seeing Qiangliang self-destruct and perish, the Ancestral Witches were filled with grief and indignation, and their auras surged several feet high.

"Today you will be buried with me!"

Mu Zheng roared with bloodshot eyes, unleashing his innate divine power and true form, crashing into Taiyi like a mountain.

Amidst a deafening roar, the Wood Ancestral Witch instantly transformed into a blood mist, blasting Taiyi and Chaos Bell flying away together.

Although the Chaos Bell protected the true spirit of Taiyi, it could not withstand the residual power of the Ancestral Witch's self-destruction.

Taiyi's mouth was bleeding and his face was deathly pale. Before he could catch his breath, Zhu Song and the other two were already approaching, enveloped in the raging flames of the Heavenly Burning Heaven.

The God of Fire chanted, the Time Ancestral Witch Zhu Jiuyin and the Space Ancestral Witch Di Hong exchanged a resolute glance, their bodies surging with energy like boiling water.

The three rainbows piercing the sun exploded with a deafening roar, and the Chaos Bell was blasted tens of millions of miles away. Without the protection of the supreme treasure, Taiyi's flesh and blood disintegrated in an instant, and even his primordial spirit, which had endured countless tribulations, was reduced to ashes.

The five demon emperors and the remaining ancestral witches were all stunned by this sudden and unexpected turn of events.

Before anyone could react, Tianwu, accompanied by a hurricane, hurtled straight at the Demon Emperor Jun, and amidst the raging wind and thunder, he unleashed another earth-shattering self-destruction.

Ru Shou and She Bi Shi followed closely behind, their golden spears and sharp auras mingling with the poisonous miasma of the underworld, exploding into a chaotic inferno.

After three Ancestral Witches destroyed their own primordial spirits, the Demon Emperor Jun was severely injured on the spot and almost died.

The shockwave from their self-destruction not only severely injured the supreme demon, but also shook the Hetu Luoshu, a priceless treasure.

Zhou Yi sensed the instability of the Hunyuan Heluo Grand Formation and seized the opportunity to break out of the formation.

When Zhou Yi broke out of the great formation, only the Water God and Yu Qiang, the two Ancestral Witches, remained in the Witch Clan. At this moment, Ancestral Witch Yu Qiang's eyes were bloodshot as he was about to charge at the Demon Emperor, his body surging with energy, clearly preparing to self-destruct.

He strode forward, blocking Yu Qiang, the Ancestral Witch, and grabbed his shoulder, shouting, "Wait! Let me handle this final battle!"

Yu Qiang, who had originally resolved to die, was suddenly shaken, and the madness in his eyes gradually faded.

Looking at the mangled bodies of his fellow Wu tribesmen scattered on the ground, the iron-blooded warrior was overcome with grief.

Suddenly, Di Jun, leaning against a broken pillar in the distance, burst into laughter: "The overlords of the primordial world take turns, but who would have thought that today it would be the turn of the Wu and Yao races to fall into the abyss together!"

"When the demon race slaughtered all races, they should have thought of cause and effect and retribution." Zhou Yi replied in a deep voice, golden flames already gathering in his palm.

Di Jun wiped the golden blood from the corner of his mouth and staggered to his feet: "Is there such a thing as an eternal protagonist in this world? Perhaps one day in the future, the human race will follow in my footsteps."

As he spoke, starlight flickered around him, and even though he was critically injured, he still maintained the proud demeanor of a demon emperor.

Zhou Yi said no more, and his right arm suddenly burst forth with brilliant light.

If it were Emperor Jun at his peak, the outcome might be unpredictable, but now his opponent is already a candle flickering in the wind.

At this moment, the Demon Emperor unleashed an astonishing fighting spirit, shining like the blazing sun before its demise.

At the moment the two powerful figures collided with a deafening roar, countless stars flickered and shone in the sky above the battlefield.

As the energy storm dissipated, Di Jun's gilded armor shattered inch by inch, yet he still maintained the posture of raising his fist towards the sky.

With his last breath, the demon emperor roared, "Remember, no one can stand at the pinnacle of the primordial world forever!"

As Di Jun's body turned into stardust and dissipated, the demon race's fortune that enveloped the world collapsed with a deafening roar.

As Zhou Yi gazed at the drifting golden stardust, the prophecy echoed in his ears. He knew that the era belonging to the human race had finally arrived, but as Di Jun had said, who could guarantee that this era would last forever?

"boom!"

Golden-red energy surged toward the Demon Emperor Jun like a tsunami, and countless indomitable fighting spirits condensed into a physical torrent.

Zhou Yi's right arm bulged with veins, and he unleashed the third move of the Emperor Fist, "Bu Zhou Duan," with the power to create the world. This was the perfect moment to avenge the blood debt owed to the human race.

The golden light protecting the Demon Emperor shattered, revealing the true form of the Demon God, riddled with cracks.

The wronged souls who were devoured alive by the demon race seemed to roar in the energy vortex, suppressing the demon race's sinister laughter for the first time in millions of years.

As the fortunes of the Lich and Evil races crumble like a sandcastle, the dawn of humanity's rise has pierced through the clouds.

Just as the golden fist shadow was about to devour the Demon Emperor, a sudden change occurred! Dark purple demonic fire suddenly gushed from Di Jun's seven orifices, and his blood vessels bulged like a spider web.

With a piercing shriek, this body, which should have been exhausted, actually tore through the fist and crashed into Zhou Yi like an out-of-control meteorite.

"Soul-Burning Forbidden Technique?" Zhou Yi's pupils shrank sharply, and the ancient bronze bell at his waist instantly expanded by a hundred feet, with twelve layers of dark yellow light curtains unfolding.

At the same time, he stepped out with the Seven Star Escape Step, leaving seven afterimages in the gap of time and space. This kind of fighting style of mutual destruction is not something that a demon emperor who cherishes his life would do.

Di Jun, whose body was covered in black flames, suddenly and strangely changed direction.

Thirty miles away, the Ancestral Witch Water God, who was locked in battle with Taiyi, was caught off guard and struck in the waist by this humanoid ball of flame.

The pupils of the two arch-enemies contracted simultaneously, and Di Jun's mangled lips curled into a final, sinister grin: "If you're going to die... take the entire primordial world with you!"

The Ancestral Water God charged head-on at the Demon Emperor Jun, the two primordial giants colliding and crashing to the ground like colliding meteors.

With a deafening explosion, their figures plummeted straight towards the location of Mount Buzhou, the pillar supporting the sky.

"boom!"

The moment the two self-destructing energies overlapped and exploded, Zhou Yi's pupils suddenly contracted.

In his view, the towering pillar formed from Pangu's spine crumbled and disintegrated like a sand tower.

The rubble from the collapsed mountain turned into a rain of fire, turning the entire sky blood red.

"Something's not right." Zhou Yi clenched his fist, his nails digging deep into his palm.

As a time traveler, he had long ago pulled the human race from the bottom of the primordial world to a position where it could compete with all races, and even changed the destiny of the Thick Earth Ancestral Witch as a reincarnation.

However, the final battle between the Lich King and the Demon King still ended with both sides suffering heavy losses. The Demon Emperor Jun and Taiyi perished, and of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, only Yuqiang remains. Even the fate of the collapse of Mount Buzhou has been fulfilled in a different form.

He gazed at the ruins of the mountain, where golden patterns faintly appeared among the rubble—traces left behind by the will of Pangu.

Logically speaking, even if ten innate treasures were to attack simultaneously, they would not be able to shake the pillar of heaven, which contains the divine power of creation, in the slightest.

But reality is so absurdly presented before us, as if an unseen hand is plucking the strings of fate.