Primordial Era: Exceptional Comprehension, Destroying Buzhou Mountain at the Start

Chapter 39 If I, Luo Hou, die, the existence of the primordial world will be meaningless. Using destiny as a guide, I will sacrifice myself to the five directions.

After everything had dispersed, very few cultivators remained on the western battlefield.

More than a dozen ancestors, thousands of scaled creatures and flying birds, and the forces under Emperor Qing.

How many cultivators participated in this battle? It's probably impossible to count them all now. But their numbers are terrifying, definitely several times more than the countless stars in the sky. Yet now only such a small number remain; it's simply unbelievable.

But this battle has finally come to an end. Luo Lian coughed up blood, and his Hunyuan physical body dimmed as it was ravaged, even on the verge of falling out of the Hunyuan realm. His undying divine soul now carried a sense of desolation.

Hongjun Ancestor and the others fared even worse, each losing eighty or ninety percent of their life force. But compared to Luo Lian, they ultimately won.

"Luo Lian, we have won this battle in the end!" Those were Di Qing's words. Di Qing was now unable to bear the power of the Wu Clan and had recovered from the state of being blessed by the Qi Luck. The many Wu Clan members who had emerged from the Qi Luck also appeared to have suffered heavy injuries.

Luo Lian clenched his fists, his eyes bloodshot, his body tattered: "Cough cough... I've lost. I actually lost? I've been planning since the Age of Ten Thousand Races, waiting for this day, but I never expected to lose. Countless years of effort..."

"How could this be, how could it be...?"

"Are you unwilling to accept it? If it were us, we wouldn't be willing either. Besides, you were really just one step away from success." Hongjun and the others sighed, praising and admiring.

"I must say, Luo Lian, you are truly remarkable, and I admire you greatly. But as your enemy, we can only hope to defeat you!" Zu Long roared.

"Defeated? Haha, have I really been defeated? No... I have not failed. When I obtained the remnant body of the Destruction Demon God from the Age of Myriad Races, I could not possibly fail. I am Luo Lian, who has refined the remnant will of the Destruction Demon God. My soul has long been imprinted with the aura of chaos and the will of the Demon God, making me an immortal being. With the innate methods of the primordial world today, they cannot destroy my will or my soul."

"Afterwards, I plotted for countless years, with the destruction of the demon god's flesh and blood as the core, sweeping up the flesh and blood of all living beings as sacrifices, refining it into a chaotic blood pool, and turning it into the key to my condensation of the chaotic demon god's body. As long as I condense the chaotic demon god's body, plus my divine soul, becoming the chaotic demon god is just around the corner."

"I should succeed, I will definitely succeed, how could I fail, how could I...!"

Luo Lian seemed to have gone completely mad, unwilling to accept his defeat, roaring and raging. But Luo Lian's shouts made all the cultivators realize the opportunity he had.

Good heavens, no wonder Luo Lian was so arrogant. It turns out that he obtained the remnant body and lingering will of the Destruction God back in the Age of Myriad Races. Such an opportunity is truly terrifying. Especially since Luo Lian's Dao Heart is heaven-defying, he actually refined the Demon God's lingering will, causing his own soul to undergo a qualitative change, transforming into an indestructible existence.

He refined the demon god's body to form a chaotic blood pool, then sacrificed it to all living beings. Using the demon god's body as the core, he collected the essence of the blood pool and condensed his own chaotic demon body.

Amazing, terrifying, truly remarkable.

"Luo Lian, no matter what opportunities you obtain, your defeat is already a foregone conclusion!" Hongjun shouted again.

"A foregone conclusion? Failure? Heh heh... If my Luo Alliance fails, then the primordial world has no reason to exist! If my Luo Alliance fails, then all living beings have no reason to live! If my Luo Alliance fails, what right do you have to continue seeking the Dao!"

"Heh heh... Since I have failed, then let everything perish with me. What I, Luo Hou, cannot have, you will never have either. Explode the Demon Realm! In the name of the Luo Alliance, detonate yourself, detonate the West, destroy the primordial world, annihilate all living beings, and annihilate you all..."

"What? Luo Lian, are you crazy?"

"Damn it, run! Luo Lian has gone mad!"

Yes, Luo Lian has gone mad. He's detonating himself, detonating everything, wanting to destroy the primordial world, wanting to destroy everything.

How dare he? How could he? But Luo Lian really dared, really could.

Faced with the madness of Luo Hou, Di Qing remained calm. Having anticipated this, Di Qing instantly looked at Zu Long and Phoenix Ancestor.

At the same time, both the Ancestral Dragon and the Phoenix Ancestor looked at Di Qing with disbelief and incredulity: "Fellow Daoist Di Qing, you..."

"What do you mean, 'what do you mean, 'what do you mean'? Hurry up and follow our previous plan... " Di Qing's anger surged, and as he roared anxiously, his luck manifested.

Even though Di Qing was severely injured in the battle just now, he was still using all his strength to cast spells. This was a method that Di Qing had deduced after spending countless thoughts and experiences in anticipating that the Luo Lian Society would ignite the West and affect the prehistoric world.

It was for this method that Di Qing abandoned the development of other methods after creating the Qi Luck System, and devoted himself to comprehending this method.

At that moment, Di Qing roared to the sky: "Using destiny as a guide, I will sacrifice the essence and blood of my Wu clan to condense the Buzhou Heavenly Pillar and awaken the will of Father God Pangu..."

The roar was urgent and tragic. Di Qing punched himself in the chest, instantly spraying out his blood essence, which fell into the Wu Clan's fortune above his head. Instantly, the Wu Clan's fortune transformed into a crimson blood color. That blood-colored fortune intertwined with heaven and earth, connecting with the Buzhou Heavenly Pillar. It caused the dormant will of Pangu within the Heavenly Pillar to subtly stir.

Afterwards, Dijiang, Houtu, Xuanming, and all the Wu tribes also sprayed their essence and blood to nourish their fortune, offering sacrifices to Buzhou and awakening the sleeping will of Pangu.

At the same time, the Ancestral Dragon roared to the sky: "Using the Qi as a guide, I offer the essence and blood of my Scaled Armor Clan to draw out the remnants of the Scaled Armor Clan buried for countless years and in battles, and awaken the sleeping Eastern land."

The Phoenix Ancestor did the same: "Using my destiny as a guide, I offer the essence and blood of my bird clan to draw out the remnants of birds buried for countless years and awaken the southern land."

The Xuanwu Ancestor, who had not yet perished, has now transformed into the true form of Xuanwu, sighing, "Using my destiny as a guide, I offer my Xuanwu essence and blood to draw upon the remnant soul of Xuanwu and awaken the northern lands."

"With my inky soul, I awaken the physical body of the Qilin Ancestor, offering a sacrifice to his true form, drawing back the countless fallen..."

The remnants of time, like beasts roaming the earth, then cry out to the central land of Buzhou.

As the Ancestral Dragon, the Phoenix Ancestor, the Black Tortoise Ancestor, Mo Lin, and Di Qing shouted in unison, they stirred up the fortune and...

Over countless years, countless scaled creatures, beasts, birds, and Xuanwu cultivators perished in battle.

At the same time, Zu Long and the others shouted in unison: "In the name of Zu Long, in the name of Phoenix Ancestor... let the intertwined fortunes awaken the fortunes of the Five Elements Divine Beast Clan, and pursue the remnant soul and lingering thoughts of White Tiger Ancestor."

"roar……"

A roar echoed from the western lands. Then, in the Demon Realm, at what appeared to be Luo Lian's exclusive Demon Palace, a vast corpse churned with a soaring aura of malevolent metal, from which a phantom figure emerged. It was the White Tiger Ancestor; he had fallen, and his remains had been refined by Luo Lian into a Demon Palace.

(End of this chapter)