Primordial Era: I, Huanglong, have refined all the heavens, and will not join the Chan Sect.

The sermon in Chapter 91 ends, and the lich conflict reignites.

Zixiao Palace.

The Taoist Taiqing, who was sitting in the front row, suddenly trembled slightly, and a benevolent corpse was slashed out by him.

"This humble Taoist priest, Taishang, greets fellow Daoist!"

"We are all one, why bother with such formalities?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Taishang transformed into a stream of light and entered Taiqing Daoist's auspicious cloud.

Among the three thousand guests in Zixiao Palace, the first Quasi-Saint was born.

Five hundred years later, Shangqing and Yuqing successively severed the good corpses.

Six hundred years later, Donghuang Taiyi completed the process of severing his corpse.

Seven hundred years later, Nuwa successfully severed the corpse.

Eight hundred years later, Jieyin and Zhunti severed their corpses.

Nine hundred years later, Di Jun, Hongyun Daoist, and Minghe Daoist severed their corpses.

A thousand years later, the Queen Mother of the West, Zhen Yuanzi, Fuxi, and others successively severed their corpses.

Thus, the primordial world ushered in a new era—the era of Quasi-Saints!

As the Three Pure Ones and others successively severed their corpses, pushed open the gate of Hunyuan, and embarked on the path of pursuing the Great Dao of Hunyuan, becoming quasi-saints, Hongjun Saint also opened his eyes at this time.

"Thirty thousand years from now, I will begin my third sermon here, to transmit the method of becoming a saint."

"If fate allows, you are welcome to come again!"

Sage Hongjun glanced at the crowd below, then silently disappeared from the high platform.

"Respectfully bidding farewell to the Sage!"

"Respectfully seeing off the teacher!"

The powerful figures in Zixiao Palace bowed respectfully to the high platform and then left Zixiao Palace one after another.

When they returned to the primordial world, they found that the world had undergone tremendous changes.

When they left, the Wu tribe focused their efforts on the Buzhou Mountain region, forming a three-way balance with the Sun God Temple and the Celestial Court.

When they returned, the demon race had suffered heavy losses, and the celestial court was also greatly affected, with both sides losing a large amount of territory.

The powerful figures reacted differently to this.

The Three Pure Ones disagreed. In their hearts, the Great Dao was the most important thing. Whether it was the Witch Clan or the Temple of the Sun, they were nothing but fleeting clouds.

Jieyin and Zhunti remained expressionless; as long as the war didn't spread to the West, they wouldn't bother getting involved.

They just want to find more people to help repair the western ley lines and restore the western landscape to its ancient state.

Hongyun and Zhenyuanzi didn't care at all. As long as no one provoked them, they didn't want to get involved in too many external affairs and just wanted to focus on cultivating their Dao.

The Styx Daoist was overjoyed. He mainly cultivated the Dao of Slaughter, and his favorite thing was killing. He wished that a great war would break out between the Witch Clan, the Celestial Court, and the Temple of the Sun, causing the Blood Pool to swell and his cultivation to advance even further.

Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi both had unfriendly expressions. Regardless of the reason, the Temple of the Sun had suffered such heavy losses that they could not sit idly by.

Otherwise, the Temple of the Sun would become a laughing stock among all the races of the prehistoric world.

They immediately summoned the ten demon generals and their elite army. Chaos Bell led the way, transforming into a blazing sun, and flew towards Buzhou Mountain.

"Something's not right..."

Watching Di Jun and the others leave, Bai Ze frowned slightly. His innate ability activated automatically, and he had a vague sense of unease.

When they left the prehistoric world to go to Zixiao Palace to listen to the Dao, they left behind many arrangements, although they could not prevent the conflict with the Wu Clan and the Celestial Court.

However, preserving the Temple of the Sun's territory is still not a problem.

When they returned, they found that the territory of the Sun God Temple around Buzhou Mountain had all been seized by the Wu tribe, which was very strange.

According to Bai Ze's understanding of the Wu tribe, they simply did not want outsiders to set foot on Buzhou Mountain; they were not interested in other parts of the prehistoric world.

But now they have not only occupied Buzhou Mountain, but also invaded the surrounding areas, and even the Twelve Ancestral Witches have left Buzhou Mountain because of this.

By doing this, aren't they clearly trying to fight the Temple of the Sun and the Heavenly Court to the death? No matter how reckless the Witch Clan is, they wouldn't do something like this.

"Sigh! I'd better plan my escape route first..."

After some thought, Bai Ze sighed helplessly. In the current situation, even if he knew that something was wrong, he could not persuade Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi to come back.

With Di Jun's strategic acumen, he must have noticed something amiss.

However, if the Temple of the Sun were to swallow this insult, it would inevitably be ridiculed by all the races of the prehistoric world, and the prestige it had built up over the years would be lost.

Regardless, the Temple of the Sun must avenge itself.

Afterwards, Bai Ze concealed himself, left the Temple of the Sun, and flew towards the West Sea.

He needs to confirm that glimmer of hope.

Meanwhile, in Zifu Prefecture.

"Damn the witch clan, damn the barbarians!"

After hearing his subordinate's report, the Eastern King's face immediately turned extremely gloomy.

Although the Temple of the Sun suffered far greater losses over the years, the Celestial Court also suffered heavy losses.

The Celestial Court's territory near Buzhou Mountain was completely seized by the Wu Clan. The Celestial Court's troops stationed in those areas suffered heavy casualties, with even Great Luo Golden Immortals incurring losses.

How could the Eastern King Duke swallow such an insult? He immediately reorganized his army and prepared to confront the Wu tribe.

But at that moment, he suddenly saw a blazing sun fly out from the Sun Star and head towards Buzhou Mountain.

"Since the Temple of the Sun has made its move, I'm not in a hurry to go there..."

A murderous glint flashed in the eyes of the Eastern King Duke, and a faint smile appeared on his lips. He immediately changed his mind and ordered the army to prepare and wait in the Celestial Court, but he had no intention of going to war.

He may have a high opinion of himself, but he's not brainless. How could he not understand the principle of "when the snipe and the clam fight, the fisherman benefits"?

If the Temple of the Sun and the Witch Clan can both suffer heavy losses, then he will be able to break the tripartite balance of power among the three races!

……

Buzhou Mountain.

A blazing sun descended from the sky, and Di Jun, along with ten demon generals and the elite army of the Sun God Temple, hovered in mid-air.

"The Twelve Ancestral Witches, come out and speak!"

Di Jun let out a cold snort, his voice echoing throughout Buzhou Mountain, giving off an impression of ill intent.

"You brats of the Temple of the Sun, we didn't even come looking for you, yet you've come knocking on our door first?"

With a slight flicker, Dijiang appeared in front of Buzhou Mountain, revealing his true form, which was ninety thousand feet tall.

Subsequently, the Great Dao of Space manifested around him, and eleven Ancestral Witches, including Houtu and Zhujiuyin, appeared beside him, forming a confrontation with the Temple of the Sun.

"Donghuang Taiyi, you said you would never set foot on Buzhou Mountain again. How many years have passed, and you've already broken your promise?"

Gonggong glared angrily. Among the twelve ancestral witches, he was the most irritable and had no goodwill towards the people of the Sun Temple and the Celestial Court.

"If you hadn't taken advantage of our absence in the primordial world to seize my Sun God Temple's territory and slaughter its inhabitants, would I have even set foot here?"

"So you think you can blame my witch clan for this? If it weren't for the people of your Sun Temple courting death, would we have even bothered to take action?"

"You're talking nonsense! I saw it with my own eyes! It was you twelve ancestral witches who attacked our Sun Temple's garrison first, even saying you wanted to eat us!"

Just then, from within the army of the Temple of the Sun, a being at the peak of the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm suddenly roared.

"court death!"

Gonggong was already short-tempered, and when he saw Dijun leading a large army to Buzhou Mountain, he almost couldn't resist the urge to attack.

Now that he was being reprimanded by a Taiyi Golden Immortal, how could he tolerate it? He immediately waved his hand, and the Great Dao of Water manifested, transforming into a water dragon that slammed down towards the Taiyi Golden Immortal.

(End of this chapter)