Primordial Era: A Counterattack Against Hongjun Daozu at the Start

Thinking that he and his elder brother joined forces, along with his "One Qi Transforms into Three Pure Ones" technique, which was the power of the Four Saints, even the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation could not defeat them.

"Despicable!" roared the Tongtian Sect Leader, who was about to draw his sword and unleash his ultimate technique.

Suddenly, the atmosphere around us changed.

Hongjun's voice came from the horizon: "Do not interfere, leave immediately!"

"Teacher!" the Tongtian Sect Leader cried out in disbelief, but received no response.

"Third brother, listen to your teacher's instructions and leave quickly; it will be more advantageous for you." Shangqing Tianzun and Yuanshi Tianzun turned and left.

Since the teacher had spoken, no matter how stubborn the Tongtian Sect Leader was, he dared not openly disobey.

As expected, the Tongtian Sect Leader frowned deeply, as if he could crush a fly, but he still dared not disobey Hongjun's orders. Despite his extreme resentment, he could only stand still and watch everything that was happening in the mortal realm.

"Boy, your ideas are to my liking, and I have high hopes for you. Hang in there, and don't die easily." The Tongtian Sect Leader raised his wine gourd and took a big gulp.

The Book of Changes in the distance has been written with thousands of characters. The characters on the stone slab light up one by one, and light surrounds his whole body.

The lightning struck, but instead of harming him, it seemed to refine the words, making them even more dazzling.

However, according to the Book of Changes, this was far from over. Thunderclouds continued to gather, their area even wider than before.

Inside the Purple Cloud Palace, Hongjun silently observed Zhou Yi's every move. "The development has been too rapid, under your guidance, but this is not suitable for you at the moment. Let's stop for now."

Hongjun slightly raised his finger, and a black arc of light overflowed from between his fingers, instantly traversing space and arriving in the primordial world.

Zhou Yi, who was still putting up a stubborn resistance, suddenly felt an unprecedented fear envelop him.

Dark clouds filled the sky, making the world feel incredibly oppressive.

A bolt of dark lightning appeared without warning, striking him with unimaginable speed.

Zhou Yi, who had once calmly dealt with everything, now felt an irresistible force, as if bound by invisible shackles, unable to even mobilize his own power of laws.

The next moment, his body involuntarily plummeted from the sky, crashing to the ground with a loud thud, raising a cloud of dust. Yu Qiang, who was drinking nearby, watched all of this unfold quietly.

The sudden turn of events caused the man to jump up abruptly, nearly dropping the wine glass from his hand.

His eyes revealed a complex mix of emotions, including shock and confusion.

"It's over, he couldn't survive the divine retribution, the writing is going to be destroyed." Sure enough, a torrential downpour of lightning mercilessly poured down on the newly appeared writing.

The once dazzling text gradually dimmed and disappeared under the bombardment of lightning.

If Zhou Yi is still lucid at this moment and can complete the continuation of the text, there may still be a glimmer of hope.

However, he had already collapsed to the ground unconscious, and his fate was uncertain.

Hou Tu sensed that Zhou Yi's life force was like a candle flickering in the wind, ready to be swallowed by darkness at any moment.

Yu Hao was extremely anxious. He was the closest person to Zhou Yi, and he rushed over without hesitation to try to save him.

However, as soon as he made his move, a bolt of lightning seemed to strike straight down with a specific purpose.

Despite Yu Hao's valiant resistance, he appeared utterly powerless before the might of heaven and earth.

With a "crack," he flew out like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

A hint of hesitation flashed in Hou Tu's eyes; she realized that this divine punishment was not something that others could interfere with.

The battlefield fell into a deathly silence. Time ticked by, and the light of the words in the sky had mostly disappeared.

This time is different from the past; even ordinary members of the race can feel the enormous crisis that humanity is facing.

Everyone was filled with sorrow, because they had faced countless hardships and dangers without ever giving up hope, but now their hope was gone.

The collapse of the Book of Changes dealt a heavy blow to their beliefs.

At the same time, Taiyi Shen, a member of the demon race, burst into laughter, "He dares to dream of creating his own writing system? Does he think he can stand shoulder to shoulder with our demon race?"

Taiyi Shen said smugly that he believed the Zhouyi had taken too big a step and would eventually suffer a backlash.

The frustration he had suffered at the hands of the humans has finally been released.

Di Jun's feelings were even more complicated. He was uneasy about the human race's attempt to create a written language, because it meant challenging the status of the demon race.

Although he spoke of it with disdain, he also harbored a slight fear of the Book of Changes.

Taiyi God proposed to immediately send troops to completely annihilate the human race and suggested forging a new witch-slaying sword.

But Di Jun stopped him, believing that they should wait and see, because Zhou Yi had many enemies, including sages, and if things really came to a head, there would be people even more eager to act than them.

Yu Hao stood there, unable to recover for a long time; the series of events had been too much of a shock to him.

Fang Yun leaped directly from the mountaintop and sprinted into the crowd.

The jade pen in his hand appeared in an instant, and he clearly realized that although Zhou Yi was lying on the ground, those words had indeed been engraved on the embryonic membrane of the primordial world.

Despite the risk of being erased, as long as a trace remains, the poem "Forged through a thousand hammers, it remains strong and resilient, unmoved by winds from the east, west, south, or north" will be silently recited in his heart.

At this moment, he mobilized all his righteous energy, and the words that were originally suspended in the air and whose light was gradually dimming seemed to respond to his call and began to rearrange and recombine.

"Read this sentence aloud!" Fang Yun shouted with all his might.

One person in the crowd was the first to react and began to read aloud slowly, his voice faint yet like a spark.

Soon, others joined in reciting, their voices growing louder and louder.

Seeing this, Fang Yun smiled with satisfaction, feeling that his righteous spirit had been strengthened and solidified like never before.

As the words come alive, they revolve around the Book of Changes, gently lifting him from his lying position and radiating light.

The thunder continued to strike Zhou Yi, but was blocked by the surrounding characters. Each collision released a dazzling light and a deafening sound.

Just when everyone was almost in despair, Zhou Yi slowly opened his tightly closed eyes, and a bright white light surrounded him, dispelling the aura of death.

"This time we almost lost!" Zhou Yi sighed, his voice revealing the relief of surviving a close call.

He had just truly felt the cold embrace of death, as if he were falling into endless darkness.

But at the critical moment, a warm, spring-like force enveloped him, restoring his sight.

Zhou Yi looked at the white light around him and knew it was the help of some kind of power, but the most important thing now was to finish his writing as soon as possible.

Zhou Yi took a deep breath and quickened his writing pace.

"He actually survived!" Yu Qiang murmured in surprise.

Hou Tu's expression completely changed. Through this incident, Zhou Yi proved his ability to always find a way out of desperate situations.