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

The next day, the armies of both sides lined up neatly again outside Jinji Ridge, the sounds of clashing armor and the heavy breathing of soldiers mingling together.

Bi Gan was dressed in official robes and wore a crown with tassels. The beaded curtains on the crown swayed gently with his movements, making a soft, crisp sound. The veins around his body were like tangible bands of light, lingering leisurely.

Bi Gan stepped forward, his foot slamming into the ground with a deep, powerful sound. "I am Bi Gan, the sage of literature of the human race! Who dares to challenge me!"

Ran Deng slightly raised his head and stepped out of the camp first. He appeared respectful, but uttered sharp words: "Human King, your human race has continued for thousands of years and has a profound foundation. You should not borrow spiritual treasures from other races again."

His voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.

Di Xin sat on his throne, and upon hearing Ran Deng's words, he sneered inwardly.

A strong determination welled up in his heart: today he would make the Chan Sect suffer a crushing defeat, so that the human race could be completely freed from the fate of being despised and manipulated, and truly stand tall in this world.

"I grant your permission." These two simple words gave the soldiers of the Shang Dynasty a great boost.

When Di Xin agreed, Ran Deng was secretly pleased, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly imperceptibly.

He turned around and walked back with light steps. As he passed by Taiyi Zhenren, he glanced sideways and conveyed a subtle message to Taiyi Zhenren with his eyes.

Taiyi Zhenren understood immediately. He held a whisk made of white jade, which was warm and delicate, with dust particles as white as snow, showing his immortal demeanor.

After he stood still, he gently waved his whisk and began to use the Jade Purity Immortal Technique. In an instant, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth around him surged wildly towards him, forming shimmering vortexes of spiritual energy around him.

Upon seeing this, Bigan showed no fear, tightly gripping the merit-enhancing wolf-hair brush in his hand.

Bi Gan immediately activated his human race's literary energy, took a deep breath, and slowly channeled the literary energy within his body into the wolf-hair brush.

With each stroke of his brush, ink, like a black dragon, swirled through the air, instantly transforming into lifelike and majestic soldiers.

These ink soldiers, their eyes fierce, charged towards Taiyi Zhenren with shouts, "The human race's heritage will not be severed!"

With each stroke, he poured out all his literary power, and the ink-painted soldiers seemed to be given life, carrying an indomitable momentum.

Taiyi Zhenren remained unfazed by the surging Mo soldiers, his eyes revealing a hint of disdain.

He wielded his whisk even faster, and wherever the whisk passed, sharp streams of immortal power shot out like blades, shattering the ink soldiers at the forefront.

When Bigan saw that the ink soldiers were blocked, he felt a chill in his heart. He shouted loudly, and the words under his pen shone brightly, forming runes in the air and suppressing Taiyi Zhenren.

Taiyi Zhenren held his whisk horizontally in front of him, chanted an incantation, and the whisk's wisps instantly grew longer, like strong ropes, wrapping around Bigan.

The whisk was incredibly fast, leaving afterimages in the air before instantly reaching Bigan and tightly binding his arms and waist.

Bi Gan was trapped, and a strong sense of unwillingness welled up in his heart. He struggled with all his might, and the literary energy in his body surged wildly and gathered at the tip of his pen.

Using ink as a blade, he swung it fiercely, the ink blade carrying a sharp momentum, instantly severing the whisk threads, and the ink blade continued to slash towards Taiyi Zhenren.

Taiyi Zhenren dodged to the side, and the ink blade grazed the hem of his clothes, creating a gentle breeze.

Seeing that the ink knife had no effect, Bigan picked up his brush and wrote a large character "镇" (zhen, meaning to suppress or suppress) in the air. Then, with a flick of his wolf-hair brush, the character "镇" flew towards Taiyi Zhenren with the power of sealing.

Taiyi Zhenren snorted coldly, deciding to no longer hold back his strength. He summoned the Nine Dragons Divine Fire Cover, which instantly expanded, with nine fire dragons circling around it, baring their fangs and claws, spewing raging flames.

Wherever the flames reached, the ground was instantly scorched. When the nine dragons touched the character "镇" (zhen, meaning "suppress"), the ink was instantly evaporated, and then they continued to rush towards Bigan.

Bigan felt the scorching flames rushing towards him, the heat waves rolling in. His forehead was covered with beads of sweat, which slid down his cheeks, dripped onto the ground, and were instantly evaporated into water vapor.

But Bi Qian's gaze remained unchanged, and he continued to wield his wolf-hair brush, the characters forming defensive runes in an attempt to block the flames of the Nine Dragons Divine Fire Cover.

The runes and flames collided, producing a deafening roar, and the flickering light was dazzling.

However, Taiyi Zhenren had cultivated for many years, and his cultivation was several minor realms higher than Bigan's. Bigan gradually felt powerless, his breathing became rapid, his arms began to tremble slightly, and the light of the runes under his brush gradually dimmed.

As time went by, Bi Gan's defensive runes were gradually consumed by the flames, and the flames of the Nine Dragons Divine Fire Cover broke through the runes' barrier and rushed towards Bi Gan.

At this critical moment, the Holy Mother of Wudang moved with extreme speed, instantly arriving beside Bigan, reaching out to grab his shoulder, disappearing from the spot, and returning to the Shang Dynasty camp.

Seeing that the Holy Mother of Wudang had rescued Bigan, Taiyi Zhenren did not pursue him. He gently waved his sleeve, put away the Nine Dragons Divine Fire Cover, and his face returned to a calm expression.

Bigan returned to his camp, his face full of shame, and immediately apologized to Emperor Xin: "I beg Your Majesty to punish me; I have disgraced the human race."

He lowered his head, not daring to look Di Xin in the eye, his heart filled with self-blame and remorse.

Upon seeing this, Di Xin immediately stood up, quickly walked to Bi Gan's side, stretched out his hands, and forcefully helped Bi Gan up, his eyes filled with concern and comfort.

"Uncle, you are alright. Go and rest. This battle was not your fault. Victory and defeat are common in war. You have done your best, and your courage is commendable."

After the second battle, the battlefield fell into a deathly silence, with both sides waiting for the other to send out their troops first; time seemed to stand still.

Fifteen minutes passed, and the stalemate remained. The air was thick with tension, making it feel suffocating.

Di Xin stood up, stretched, and moved his body, which had been sitting for a long time.

Upon seeing this, Ran Deng mistakenly thought that Di Xin intended to launch a direct attack. His heart tightened, and he hurriedly shouted, "Manjushri, you go next! Don't tarnish the reputation of my Chan Sect!"

"Yes!" Manjushri then walked towards the middle of the two formations.

When Di Xin saw the people from the Chan Sect, a faint smile appeared on his lips, a smile tinged with mockery and disdain. He then sat down again, leaning lazily against the throne.

"Who is willing to fight in the next round?" His gaze casually swept across his own camp, seemingly nonchalant, but in reality, he was confident.

The crowd exchanged glances, all eager to try. At this moment, Li Jing stepped forward, bowed respectfully to Emperor Xin, knelt on one knee, clasped his hands in a fist, and said loudly, "This humble general is willing to go."

"Go, General Li, victory is assured!"

After saying this, he stood up, holding a three-foot-long sword, and strode towards the front of the formation, each step firm and powerful.