Primordial Era: A Counterattack Against Hongjun Daozu at the Start

Suppressing his agitation, Zhou Yi raised his hand and summoned a blazing golden light.

The space at the point where the Demon Emperor Jun self-destructed was peeled away layer by layer, and the Hetu Luoshu appeared in the energy turbulence.

These two innate spiritual treasures, resembling tortoise shells, are of vital importance to the future of humanity. It was through these treasures that Fu Xi deduced the mysteries of the Eight Trigrams.

Just as he was about to take away the treasure, he suddenly sensed an abnormal fluctuation in the river of time and space.

The remaining aura in the chaos was rapidly dissipating. This innate treasure, which had once suppressed countless powerful beings, was now being drawn into the depths of the chaotic sea by an invisible force.

"As expected, we couldn't escape it after all..." Zhou Yi sneered, gazing at the chaotic, churning sky. Ever since he helped humanity break free from the shackles of fate, he had discovered that whenever the grand scheme of things was involved, there was always a corrective force that would bring the trajectory back to its original point. Just like the collapse of Mount Buzhou at this moment, it seemed accidental, but in reality, it had long been written into the ironclad laws of the Heavenly Dao.

The Chaos Sea is so vast that even a sage could only wander in and find the Chaos Bell like searching for a needle in a haystack.

If this treasure is deliberately hiding from someone, even a saint might not be able to subdue it.

Zhou Yi had already left a backup plan for the Chaos Bell, which might come in handy someday.

Let's put the Chaos Bell aside for now and get back to the crucial moment when Zhou Yi was about to acquire the Hetu and Luoshu. Just when he was about to succeed, a black shadow suddenly darted out from under Buzhou Mountain, snatched the treasure, and soared into the sky.

"What audacity! Daring to show your face at a time like this, you're really tired of living!" Zhou Yi sneered, and with a flick of his hand, the world turned upside down.

Despite the shadowy figure's swift movement, Zhou Yi's massive palm was even faster, completely sealing off any escape route.

With a "snap," the dark figure clapped his hands together and grabbed both the Hetu and Luoshu diagrams.

Zhou Yi stared intently and exclaimed, "Who do we have here? It's you, you old mudfish, the Roc!"

This dark figure was none other than the avatar of the Demon Master Roc, using the same tactics as before when he caused trouble in the Six Paths of Reincarnation. Ever since his true form was shattered by Zhou Yi in the human realm, this old monster has gone into hiding, probably lurking in some remote corner of the Chaos Sea.

This roc is quite cunning; it managed to escape during the Lich War.

Even now, having fallen into such a state, he still can't stay honest, constantly causing trouble. Last time he tripped up the Six Paths of Reincarnation, and this time he's eyeing the Hetu and Luoshu.

Zhou Yi, holding his two clones, sneered, "You really think hiding in the Chaos Sea makes you untouchable?" Although finding someone in the Chaos Sea is not easy, following the clues within the clones might just lead to catching this old fox. Keeping this scheming old fox around will only cause trouble sooner or later.

A demonic wind, carrying the stench of blood, swirled around the summit of Mount Buzhou. As Zhou Yi gathered the Hetu and Luoshu, his sleeves fluttered wildly in the gale.

He turned to look at the last remaining ancestral witch, Yuqiang: "Take your people back to the Six Paths of Reincarnation. As long as you guard the foundation of this land, the lifeline of the witch clan will not be severed."

"Lifeline?" Yu Qiang's fingertips were still stained with the blood of the fallen Ancestral Witch of the Thick Earth. She pointed with a bitter smile at the broken armor scattered on the ground: "Of the twelve Ancestral Witches, only I remain to guard this empty mountain. What kind of lifeline is this?"

At this moment, Emperor Jun and Taiyi both perished, and all ten Ancestral Witches self-destructed, resulting in the loss of 90% of the elite forces of the Witch and Demon races.

The remnants of the demon race are being hunted down by four quasi-saints of the human race, and even the Great Luo Golden Immortals are few and far between.

Humans, under the protection of the Fire Emperor, only suffered minor damage.

Zhou Yi gazed at the chaotic energy seeping from the cracks in the sky and said in a deep voice, "All things in heaven and earth have a chance to change. Guard the cycle of reincarnation and wait for the right opportunity."

He knew that the journey to the Chaos Sea was imminent, but there was something more urgent at hand: Mount Buzhou, formed from Pangu's spine, was emitting a heart-stopping cracking sound.

Yu Qiang suddenly reached out and caught the falling ice crystals, which were the last condensation of the water god's magical power before it dissipated.

She closed her eyes and pressed the ice crystal to her heart. When she opened her eyes again, the lively girl who loved to wear emerald feather dresses had transformed into the leader who shouldered the responsibility of the entire tribe.

When the last group of Wu tribesmen stepped into the Netherworld Barrier, Mount Buzhou finally broke in half.

Amidst the deafening roar of the collapsing pillar supporting the sky, the Milky Way poured into the mortal realm, and the earth's veins spewed forth fiery poison. The entire prehistoric world trembled. This calamity was far more perilous than the final battle between the Lich King and the Demon King.

The moment Mount Buzhou collapsed, a deafening roar resounded throughout the heavens and earth, as if the whole world was wailing in pain.

The collapse of this colossal pillar caused the primordial world to tremble violently. The sky in the northwest seemed to be torn apart and continued to sink, and the entire space began to twist and crack.

Amidst this apocalyptic scene, a giant hole suddenly appeared in the sky, and the silvery-white Weak Water poured down like the Milky Way from the heavens.

This Weak Water is no ordinary stream; not even a feather can float on it, birds sink as soon as they touch it, and ordinary creatures lose their lives in the blink of an eye if they fall in.

Even a powerful cultivator who has reached the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm would have their flesh and blood melt away if they came into contact with this water, and even their primordial spirit would be unable to escape. In just half a day, hundreds of millions of miles of primordial land were transformed into a deathly water.

Even more terrifying is that chaotic turbulent currents continuously gush out from the fractured part of Buzhou Mountain, and these hazy currents devour whatever they touch.

Looking at the devastated world, Zhou Yi clenched his fists and turned to rush towards the human territory.

He clearly remembered the course of history. The most important thing now was to protect his people. The grand drama of mending the heavens and saving the world would be played out by those saints.

Just as he expected, when the human territory was firmly protected by the golden light shield of the immortal bell, seven auras that shook the universe suddenly descended from the heavens.

The white-haired and white-bearded Dao Ancestor Hongyuan appeared, stepping on purple mist, followed by the Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, and the two Western Saints.

At the Dao Ancestor's instruction, Shangqing Tianzun threw out the Taiji Diagram to stabilize the sinking sky, Yuanshi Tianzun offered up the Pangu Banner to support the four poles, and Tongtian Jiaozhu used the Zhuxian Sword Formation to seal the chaotic rift.

Zhou Yi observed quietly from within the light barrier, watching the sages display their extraordinary abilities. He knew that the defensive barrier he had set up in advance could only last for three days at most.

But as expected, the script for this mission of mending the heavens and saving the world had already been arranged, and now he only needed to be a spectator who protected the human race.

A catastrophe is unfolding deep within the North Sea. The two Western saints, Jieyin and Zhunti, arrive riding the waves, their target the Xuan Turtle, a mythical creature that has slumbered at the bottom of the sea for millions of years. The limbs of this divine beast are about to become the four pillars supporting the heavens and earth.

The Xuan Turtle originally lived a peaceful life in the deep blue sea, neither provoking any powerful beings of the primordial world nor committing any acts of killing.

But on this day, it was dozing in its shell when it was suddenly locked onto by the aura of two saints.

Zhunti's Seven Treasures Tree directly broke through the seawater barrier, and Jieyin's Twelve Golden Lotus sealed off all escape routes.

No matter how much the Xuan Turtle struggled, it was eventually cut off all four limbs, and its primordial spirit was almost crushed by the sage.

At the critical moment of life and death, the spiritual energy accumulated within the Xuan Turtle for millions of years suddenly erupted, enveloping its primordial spirit and breaking through the aura of the saint, plunging straight into the cycle of reincarnation.

This echoes the saying, "The Great Way is fifty, and Heaven evolves forty-nine." Even when a sage intervenes, he must ultimately leave a glimmer of hope for all things.

Ironically, the Black Tortoise turned misfortune into blessing. Its four limbs supported the primordial world, and this merit directly led to its reincarnation as the future human emperor, Xuanyuan Huangdi.

But that's a story for later. Right now, the two Western saints are busy forging the tortoise's feet into a pillar supporting the sky.