Primordial Era: I, Tongtian, will slay all enemies!

At this moment, Tongtian saw that things were not going well, so he stepped forward and calmly began to fan the flames.

"Fellow Daoist Fuxi, you exaggerate. The Way of Heaven is perfectly impartial. Dao Ancestor Hongjun is one who has merged with the Way of Heaven. The Way of Heaven is for Hongjun, and Hongjun is not for the Way of Heaven. How could he harbor selfish motives and protect his own disciple?"

Tongtian sneered inwardly. He knew that Hongjun was now in a difficult situation, and he said this only to get Hongjun to say what he wanted to say, and at the same time to make the situation more complicated.

Houtu instantly understood Tongtian's meaning and stepped forward to speak up, "Fellow Daoist Tongtian is right. Fellow Daoist Fuxi, you have thought things through. Fellow Daoist Hongjun would not do such a thing. If he were to protect his disciple, then all living beings in the prehistoric world would surely be dissatisfied."

Houtu's words, seemingly meant to extricate Hongjun from a predicament, actually pushed him into an even more awkward situation. She looked at Hongjun calmly, but inwardly she was secretly pleased.

At this moment, he knew in his heart that he was now in a precarious situation, and if he did not handle it well, his position in the prehistoric world would be shaken.

After pondering for a moment, he looked at Fuxi and said, "This humble Taoist will not protect my disciple. Speak, Fuxi, what does your human race want?"

"I hereby inform the Dao Ancestor that these two individuals insulted the Holy Mother of the Human Race, assassinated the current Human King, injured the Human Race's Divine Dragon of Fortune, and fled in fear of punishment. They should be killed, but the Heavenly Dao Saints are immortal and indestructible, therefore they should be killed a thousand times to appease the hatred in the hearts of my human race."

Fuxi's words were resolute, and the human cultivators behind him shouted in unison, "He should be killed a thousand times! He should be killed a thousand times!"

Their eyes burned with hatred, and they would show no leniency toward the evil deeds of the Western Church. Every human being was filled with fervor, yearning to fight for the dignity of humanity, and to fight for the Holy Mother.

Upon hearing this, Zhunti panicked, his face turning deathly pale. Although he was immortal, if he were killed a thousand times, his cultivation would inevitably plummet to the first level of the Heavenly Dao Saint, and he might even fall from his Saintly position altogether.

"Teacher, these ants have gone too far! They're trying to force me to submit! Please punish them!"

At this moment, Hongjun was in a dilemma. He had to give an explanation to the human race, but he absolutely could not let Zhunti die so many times.

Not to mention the impending great calamity, the Heavenly Dao essence consumed by his resurrection a thousand times would be enough to overwhelm him. This would not only slow down his Dao integration speed, but might also make it impossible to suppress the awakening of the Earthly Dao.

After Hongjun finished thinking, he widened his eyes and glared at Fuxi. "A sage cannot be insulted. Fuxi, don't go too far. Let's change the terms. We can compensate the human race with spiritual treasures. Nuwa is the Holy Mother of the human race, so let Nuwa decide."

Hongjun was thinking that Nuwa would be wary of him, so she probably wouldn't ask for an exorbitant amount.

However, Hongjun was wrong this time; Nuwa had already completely sided with Tongtian.

"Teacher, since these two shameless bastards cannot be killed, they should compensate our human race with twenty top-grade innate spiritual treasures and fifty high-grade innate spiritual treasures."

Nuwa's eyes showed no sign of backing down; her anger towards the Western Religion had reached its peak.

Upon hearing this, Zhunti and the others widened their eyes in disbelief. They never expected that Nuwa would show no respect to Hongjun.

"Nuwa, don't go too far!" Zhunti's voice became sharp with anger, and his eyes seemed to be spitting fire.

He felt that Nuwa's request was simply a pipe dream, knowing that his Western Religion was so poor that it didn't even have people, let alone so many magical treasures.

Upon hearing this, everyone picked up their magical treasures again, ready to charge towards Mount Sumeru once more. The atmosphere instantly became extremely tense, and a great battle was about to erupt.

The human soldiers' eyes gleamed with determination; they were ready to fight for their honor.

Their shouts were deafening: "For humanity! For the Holy Mother! Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Tongtian continued to fan the flames, raising his arm and shouting, "Today is the end of the Western Sect! Human sons and daughters, disciples of the Intercepting Sect, kill!"

As soon as Tongtian finished speaking, everyone surged toward Mount Sumeru once again.

"Hmph!" Hongjun let out a cold snort, like a thunderclap from a clear sky, causing the entire prehistoric world to tremble.

His voice, filled with boundless authority and booming like thunder, declared, "How dare you! Do you truly believe I do not exist?"

The sound seemed to materialize, transforming into invisible shockwaves that swept towards everyone, causing ripples in the space as it passed, as if it were about to collapse under their weight.

In an instant, the sky above Mount Sumeru changed dramatically, with dark clouds rolling in like raging black waves. These clouds intertwined and churned, emitting a low roar.

The Purple Lightning weaves through the dark clouds like giant purple lightning dragons, slithering and darting about, each flash accompanied by a hissing sound.

The lightning contained a world-destroying power, as if it would fall like a torrential downpour at any moment, turning everything into nothingness.

Upon seeing this, Nuwa, Tongtian, Houtu, and the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors immediately came to the cultivators and used their magic power to set up a defensive barrier.

As the Purple Heaven Divine Thunder prepared to unleash its power, the atmosphere grew increasingly tense. Suddenly, the first bolt of Purple Heaven Divine Thunder ripped through the sky and struck down towards the crowd.

In an instant, the area around Mount Sumeru was ablaze with light and deafening roars, as if the end of the world had arrived. Purple Heaven Divine Lightning rained down relentlessly, and although everyone fought with all their might, many cultivators were still injured by the attacks of the divine lightning.

Tongtian looked down at the injured cultivators and pondered to himself, "Tch, this Purple Heaven Divine Lightning is no ordinary thing. That old fox Hongjun has decided to kill me!"

Upon seeing this, Hongjun's eyes flashed with anger. He slowly raised his right hand and gently waved it. This seemingly simple action contained boundless power of the Heavenly Dao.

Suddenly, a gigantic palm print appeared out of thin air, pressing down on Nuwa and the others with overwhelming force.

Wherever this palm strike passed, space shattered like a mirror, forming patches of dark void. The wind from the palm howled like a doomsday storm, sweeping everything around it into its grip.

Nuwa and the others felt an irresistible pressure bearing down on them, as if a huge mountain was pressing down on their hearts.

"Everyone be careful!" Nuwa shouted, and she and Tongtian and the others quickly increased their defenses, gathering all their magical power together.

However, Hongjun's palm strike was far too powerful. With a loud "boom!", the palm print slammed into everyone's defenses.

Nuwa, Houtu, and the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors were shaken by this powerful force, spitting out blood and flying backward like meteors, smashing countless rocks along the way.

Tongtian was also forced back by the force, his feet carving deep furrows in the ground, each step causing the earth to tremble violently. His face turned pale, his eyes filled with shock and anger. "That old bastard is indeed powerful!"

Hongjun was about to strike again, completely suppressing everyone. Seeing this, Nuwa forcibly steadied herself and shouted with all her might, "Teacher, you've acted unfairly! Aren't you afraid of winning people's hearts?!"

Upon hearing this, Hongjun paused slightly, then withdrew his divine power. "Your request is too unreasonable. Change it!"

Nuwa took a deep breath, suppressing the surging injuries within her body, and said, "Master, this disciple does not possess any suitable treasures. How about this disciple asks for one spiritual treasure from among my fellow disciples?"