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

Chapter 92 The Feud Escalates and Becomes Irreversible

Gonggong's intervention ignited the fuse of a major war.

Before this, the Temple of the Sun would have been wary of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, since they all possessed the cultivation of a Great Luo Golden Immortal at the peak of their power. In terms of high-end combat strength, the Temple of the Sun was still somewhat inferior to them.

However, after returning from Zixiao Palace this time, Dijun, Donghuang Taiyi, and Kunpeng have all become Quasi-Saints, and in terms of high-end combat power, they are even a notch above the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

Di Jun could not bear to see his subordinates killed by Gonggong before his very eyes. He immediately led his ten demon generals to engage the Ancestral Witches in battle.

Only Donghuang Taiyi and Houtu stood still, their faces showing a hint of apprehension.

Although both Di Jun and Kun Peng have severed their good corpses, pushed open the gate of primordial chaos, and become quasi-saints.

However, each of the Twelve Ancestral Witches possessed the cultivation of a Great Luo Golden Immortal at the peak of their cultivation, and their physical bodies were incredibly strong; they were also proficient in the laws of the Great Dao.

Furthermore, after Houtu's breakthrough, their strength was also slightly enhanced due to the connection of their energies. Often, one Ancestral Witch could restrain multiple Demon Generals.

Even with Di Jun and Kun Peng outnumbering the enemy, they wouldn't gain much advantage by joining forces.

To break this deadlock, external intervention is necessary.

clang--!

Just then, a bell rang throughout Buzhou Mountain, and Donghuang Taiyi chose to make his move.

As a member of the witch clan, even Houtu has a somewhat volatile temper. Now that she has been attacked and taken to Buzhou Mountain, how could she sit idly by?

"Today I will show you the power of the Father!"

Houtu gave a cold laugh, and her body rapidly expanded and grew larger, transforming in the blink of an eye into a giant with feet on the ground and head reaching the sky.

Then, she made a grasping motion with her right hand, and a blurry giant axe appeared in her hand.

at the same time.

In the Sanqing Hall of Kunlun, the Taiji diagram and the Pangu Banner trembled slightly.

With the tacit approval of Taiqing and Yuqing Daoist, a portion of its power was released, shattering the surrounding void and adding to the giant axe in Houtu's hand, making the giant axe more real and its aura more powerful.

The Chaos Bell in Donghuang Taiyi's hand, like the Taiji Diagram and the Pangu Banner, trembled slightly, causing him to frown slightly as he realized the extraordinary nature of Houtu's move.

However, since Houtu is his enemy, Donghuang Taiyi naturally cannot do anything to help his opponent.

With a shift in his thoughts, Chaos Bell quickly calmed down.

"It seems your Witch Clan has gained quite a bit of fortune while I've been away from the primordial world. Let me see what you're capable of!"

Seeing the imposing giant axe in Houtu's hand, Donghuang Tai felt no fear whatsoever, and his fighting spirit burned fiercely within him.

For a warmonger, being able to fight against an opponent who is his equal is a very exhilarating thing.

In Donghuang Taiyi's view, bullying the weak is never something to be proud of.

In this respect, Donghuang Taiyi and the Wu tribe are quite similar. If it weren't for their differing stances, perhaps Donghuang Taiyi and the Wu tribe would have become friends after a period of conflict, but now...

It's unlikely!

The Wu tribe will not forgive the creatures that have repeatedly offended Buzhou Mountain, and the Temple of the Sun will not let the Wu tribe, which slaughtered its own people, go unpunished.

clang--!

No sooner said than done, Donghuang Taiyi slammed his fist heavily onto the Chaos Bell, producing a resounding bell sound that echoed throughout the heavens and earth.

next moment.

Time and space within and outside Buzhou Mountain seemed to have frozen.

Time stood still, and space became undisturbed.

Everything came to a standstill at this moment, even the ancestral witches such as Di Jun, Kun Peng, and Di Jiang were unable to move for a time.

clang--!

Within this frozen space, the sound of a bell rang out once more.

In an instant, the five elements within Mount Buzhou were thrown into chaos, yin and yang were reversed, and all sorts of mysterious and wondrous phenomena of the Great Dao arose.

Divine fire arose from the seawater, and spiritual flowers bloomed from the divine metal; yang energy sank downwards, and yin energy rose upwards...

What's even more critical is that the Twelve Ancestral Witches felt time was reversing, their cultivation was declining, and their physical bodies were weakening, as if their bodies were being forced back to the state they were in when they were first born.

Donghuang Taiyi was already incredibly powerful, and now he has the cultivation of a quasi-saint. In addition, he has used the innate treasure, the Chaos Bell, making him someone that even a Grand Luo Golden Immortal can not match.

If this continues, the bodies of the Twelve Ancestral Witches will suffer greatly damage in combat as time reverses.

At that time, they will inevitably suffer heavy losses and will be forced to retreat to Buzhou Mountain, where they can only stabilize the situation by relying on the remaining will of Pangu.

"snort!"

Just at this critical moment, a cold snort suddenly came from above.

Cracks appeared in the space around Houtu, spreading outwards into the distance.

Then a loud clang was heard, and the space beside her shattered like glass as the giant axe in her hand cleaved down towards Donghuang Taiyi.

Houtu's axe strike was like Pangu's axe that split the heavens and earth, seemingly capable of cleaving the very fabric of spacetime. Even the residual power was enough to shatter the frozen spacetime, so Donghuang Taiyi naturally dared not be careless.

His fighting spirit burned ever brighter. In all the years that the Temple of the Sun had fought in the prehistoric world, Houtu was the strongest enemy he had ever encountered.

To show his respect for the powerful enemy, Donghuang Taiyi made a hand seal and slapped his chest with his palm, spitting out a stream of blood essence as bright as the sun, which landed in the Chaos Bell.

clang--!

The Chaos Bell emitted boundless divine light and carried endless chaotic energy as it flew towards the illusory giant axe in Houtu's hand.

Bang-!

With a deafening roar that echoed throughout the entire primordial world, the Chaos Bell and the illusory giant axe collided heavily, shattering the surrounding space.

Countless members of the Wu tribe and the beings of the Sun Temple were annihilated by this attack, leaving not a trace behind.

Even the Great Luo Golden Immortals were severely injured as a result, and were blasted hundreds of thousands of miles away. Some weaker Great Witches and Great Luo Golden Immortals even lost their lives because of this.

Even Di Jun, Kunpeng, and the other eleven Ancestral Witches ceased their battle and withdrew from the center of the fight.

As the two sides in the conflict, Donghuang Taiyi and Houtu are also suffering.

Donghuang Taiyi's mouth was bleeding, and he flew backwards for thousands of miles.

In comparison, Houtu was in much better condition; she only took a few steps back, her face slightly pale.

The quasi-saints like Donghuang Taiyi, who had severed their benevolent corpses, had only just opened the gate to the Primordial Chaos, while Houtu not only opened the gate to the Primordial Chaos but also squeezed half of her body into it, making her realm a notch higher than that of the quasi-saints.

Furthermore, Houtu's move simulated Pangu's axe that split the heavens and earth, a powerful offensive divine ability. It was perfectly normal for Donghuang Taiyi to fall below.

However, the battle between the two sides was too intense, resulting in heavy casualties for both the Sun Temple and the Witch Clan. Even the central space of the battle was shattered, and it would take thousands of years for the primordial world to repair itself.

If the fighting continues, even Mount Buzhou might be affected, which is something the Wu tribe does not want to see under any circumstances.

The Temple of the Sun was already at a disadvantage, so naturally it was unwilling to continue the fight.

"Hmph! This won't just end like this!"

Even if the fighting continued, the losses to the Temple of the Sun would be even greater. Di Jun still uttered a harsh remark before leading the remaining beings of the Temple of the Sun away.

After this battle, regardless of the reason, the enmity between the Witch Clan and the Temple of the Sun has become difficult to resolve, and future frictions will continue to increase, making the prehistoric world increasingly chaotic.

Zixiao Palace.

"Everything is on track now, next..."

As the people from the Temple of the Sun departed, a faint smile appeared on the usually impassive face of the Sage Hongjun.

Regardless of good or bad, everything is for the sake of the path.

(End of this chapter)