Primordial Era: A Counterattack Against Hongjun Daozu at the Start

The moment the four pillars of heaven stood at the four extremes of the primordial world, the ever-collapsed heaven and earth finally stabilized.

But the hole in the sky that the water god broke through is still leaking the Milky Way's weak water. If this flood cannot be stopped, patching up the sky will be in vain.

At the critical moment, Nuwa stepped forward. This unassuming sage took out her most treasured five-colored stone.

In terms of merit, from creating humans from clay to mending the sky with stones, Nuwa was truly the greatest philanthropist in the prehistoric world.

Interestingly, while the sages were busy cleaning up the mess, in a cave somewhere in the East Sea, a transmigrator was staring at a tortoise shell, divining: "The script of the Yellow Emperor? Did he ask the human race for their opinion?"

If Jieyin and Zhunti heard these words, they would probably be so angry that their golden lotus would lose its color. How could they have imagined that the black tortoise they killed casually would one day become involved in the struggle for destiny between humans and saints?

If we're talking about rewards for merit, Nuwa is definitely at the top of the merit list.

This gift from Heaven allowed her to completely break free from the shackles of cause and effect, truly becoming an existence transcending the Three Realms.

In that heroic act of mending the sky, Nuwa successfully repaired the heavens with five-colored divine stones, not only filling the cracks in the sky but also stopping the leakage of the Milky Way.

The brilliant stone monkey who later shone brightly in the Journey to the West era was actually a stone left over from mending the sky that fell to the mortal world.

After this catastrophe, the world order has been rewritten. The once complete primordial continent has shattered into four major continents: the Eastern Continent of Divine Victory is shrouded in ethereal immortal energy, the Southern Continent of Jambudvipa is gradually becoming more populated, the Western Continent of Achyranthes is shrouded in Buddhist light, and the Northern Continent of Julu is still haunted by demonic influences.

Countless fragments further dissipated into three thousand smaller worlds scattered across the void. This state appears intact, but its foundation has already been shaken. If another conflict on the scale of the Lich War were to erupt, the sages might truly have to restart chaos and rebuild the universe.

When the war between the Lich King and the Demon King ended, the entire prehistoric world was like a patient recovering from a serious illness. All the races retreated to their territories to heal their wounds, except for the human race, which was poised to rise again.

Although it possesses five quasi-saints, the human sage Zhou Yi is very clear-headed, and in terms of numbers, it is far inferior to the Lich and Demon races at their peak.

Under his plan, the human race neither sought dominance nor remained entrenched, but instead quietly infiltrated the four continents and even planted seeds of fire in the surrounding small worlds.

The day when the spark of humanity ignites a prairie fire will be the day we truly reign supreme over the primordial world.

While the six sages were summoned to the Purple Cloud Palace, Zhou Yi ventured alone into the Netherworld.

After this battle, the elite of the Wu tribe were all lost, and the only remaining ancestral Wu, Yuqiang, was trapped in the Six Paths of Reincarnation with a few other great Wu.

Without the support of Pangu's essence and blood, the Wu tribe is destined to never again be able to recreate the glorious era when the Twelve Ancestral Witches dominated the world.

Zhou Yi concealed his aura and stood quietly before the Reincarnation Platform, his gaze fixed on a certain point in the void, as if waiting for a crucial opportunity to arrive.

Although the Wu Clan could not regain its former glory, it could still preserve its foundation with the protection of the Six Paths of Reincarnation. Zhou Yi easily traversed the Reincarnation Restriction, and the nine-colored halo spread out a path as if reuniting with an old friend.

The pounding of his heart pierced through the void, and Zhou Yi smiled. Compared to their last encounter, the rhythm was noticeably more powerful. He opened his palm, and ten crystalline blood beads floated in the air, each drop containing a heart-pounding energy fluctuation.

"I wanted to rewrite the outcome of the Lich War, but unfortunately, the tide of events is ultimately irreversible." Zhou Yi whispered into the depths of the rosy light, "These primordial blood essences extracted from the bodies of the ten Ancestral Witches may be the key to breaking the deadlock."

The core area of ​​the cycle of reincarnation is filled with the power of the laws of the Ancestral Witches of the Thick Earth, and even the Heavenly Dao cannot glimpse it.

Having foreseen that the Witch Clan would inevitably face divine retribution, Zhou Yi had already requested the heart's essence from each of the Ancestral Witches before the outbreak of the great war.

Ordinary cultivators who obtain these treasures can at most refine the Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods and Demon Banners, using their demonic energy to condense the ancestral witch's body. But those are ultimately just mindless puppets, vastly different from a true rebirth of an ancestral witch.

The nine-colored radiance suddenly surged violently, and Zhou Yi knew that the will of the Ancestral Witch of the Thick Earth was resonating with her. As the Lord of Reincarnation, she might very well break through the shackles of the Heavenly Dao in the future.

At that time, the idea of ​​reuniting the ancestral witch's true spirit with essence and blood, and opening a new world for the witch race in the six realms of reincarnation, may not be just a pipe dream.

"Compared to the complete annihilation of the Demon Emperor brothers, at least the Witch Clan still has a spark of life." Zhou Yi sent his essence blood into the depths of the radiant light. The nine-colored halo sensed the aura of the essence blood and trembled violently, as if mourning the fall of the Ancestral Witches, or perhaps excited by this glimmer of hope.

In an instant, the rosy light burst forth with dazzling brilliance, and the ten blood beads in Zhou Yi's palm seemed to be summoned, disappearing straight into the depths of reincarnation. He had foreseen this situation when he was plotting with the Ancestral Witch of Thick Earth, before Thick Earth had transformed into the foundation of reincarnation.

"In the end, it still collapsed." Zhou Yi gazed at the ruins of Buzhou Mountain and sighed softly. "Pangu's will has completely dissipated, and the remaining Wu tribe can no longer bear the name of the creator lineage. Now, in this primordial world, only the Three Pure Ones still bear the traces of the great god Pangu."

He lightly tapped the Reincarnation Stone Platform with his fingertips, his murmur echoing through the empty Six Paths: "What a game of chess in the Heavenly Dao. Those six sages are probably still in the dark, only Taiqing might be able to glimpse some clues."

It was only when Buzhou Mountain collapsed a few months ago that Zhou Yi was suddenly awakened. This pillar supporting the sky was the embodiment of Pangu's will, just as the creator has always protected this world.

Now, the mountains have collapsed and the earth has cracked, signifying the complete erasure of the old era. Just as a new king must sweep away the remnants of the previous dynasty before ascending the throne, Heaven has used the demon emperor Jun to complete this change of dynasty.

"If the Witch Clan remains steadfast in the cycle of reincarnation, their bloodline can continue; but if they harbor ambitions of domination once more..."

Zhou Yi gazed at the spirits of the witch clan floating in the blood pool, the dark red liquid reflecting his solemn expression.

His gaze then turned to the Thirty-Three Heavens: "Although the Three Pure Ones inherited the primordial spirit of Pangu, they have not obtained the true meaning of creation."

With the great calamity of the Journey to the West approaching, isn't the plan for Buddhism to spread eastward precisely aimed at undermining the very foundation of their tradition?

A sudden burning sensation came from his fingertips. Zhou Yi stared at the bloodstains on his palm and exclaimed, "So that's how it is. When Di Jun self-destructed, he dragged the Water God into Mount Buzhou. He had actually calculated that the bloodline of Pangu could destroy the spine of creation."

The unusual energy fluctuations that occurred when the Demon Emperor fell have finally been explained.

Zhou Yi originally thought that the Demon Emperor Jun was misled by the cause and effect of the great calamity, which was why he made the crazy move of destroying his own primordial spirit.

Only now did he see through the mystery: Di Jun's self-destruction was the result of the Heavenly Dao's manipulation, and the real target was not himself at all.

All the plans point to the collapse of Buzhou Mountain. Only by sacrificing himself and the Ancestral Witch, who possesses the essence of Pangu's blood, can this pillar supporting the sky be truly shaken.

"Two Quasi-Saints self-destructing to destroy Mount Buzhou? Without the sacrifice of that creation bloodline, even a hundred Quasi-Saints wouldn't be able to budge it an inch."

Zhou Yi looked out at the sky and sneered, his knuckles turning white from clenching his fists.

In this earth-shattering game of chess, it is unclear whether it was Hongyuan Daozu who took advantage of the situation or whether the Heavenly Dao itself was in control and played the dominant role.

Judging by the current situation, the area outside the Thirty-Three Heavens must be bustling with activity right now.

Just as he had expected, when the primordial world was first settled, the six sages were summoned by Hongyuan to Zixiao Palace for a meeting.

On the gilded cloud platform, the Dao Ancestor's gaze swept over his disciples: "The great calamity of the Lich King has ended; the human race should rise. The Heavenly Court cannot remain vacant for long. Do any of you have suitable candidates to undertake this great responsibility?"