Primordial Era: From the Creation Lotus to the First Disciple of the Three Pure Ones

Chapter 121 Reactions from All Parties

After a brief period of deathly silence and oppression, the surviving Lich and Demon races, like two receding floods, began to silently gather the incomplete corpses scattered across the battlefield and the terrified, wounded, and bloodied soldiers.

The air was thick with the stench of blood, a menacing aura, and a sense of bewilderment at having survived a catastrophe.

The Wu tribe warriors silently carried the bodies of their comrades, their eyes burning with resentment and humiliation, yet they had no choice but to obey the irresistible decree and retreat towards Buzhou Mountain, the very foundation of their land, their steps heavy, shattering mountains and rivers.

Under the shouts of the surviving generals of the Heavenly Court, the demon race barely managed to regroup, supporting the wounded, collecting the shattered remains of the demon god, and dragging the weary and dim starlight, they rose into the sky in a sorry state, retreating back to the equally devastated Thirty-Three Heavens.

The protracted, brutal, and devastating war between the Lich King and the Demon King, which nearly shattered the center of the primordial world and caused the deaths of countless lives, was brought to a forced end by the supreme power of Heaven in this way, ushering in a long and strange truce period in which hatred was deeply buried.

Throughout the primordial world, those powerful beings who secretly observed the battle with their divine senses and held their breath were all silent at this moment, each with their own thoughts, and were shocked by the unfathomable power and profound meaning of the Dao Ancestor.

Inside the Jade Void Palace on Kunlun Mountain, Laozi remained expressionless, a sense of tranquility and inaction flowing deep within his eyes, as if he had long anticipated this outcome. He simply murmured to himself, "The balance of Heaven's Way." It seemed as if he were expounding a profound truth, yet there was also a hint of an imperceptible sigh.

Yuanshi Tianzun frowned, his face solemn. He looked at the outcome that clearly favored the demon race, especially the Dao Ancestor's casual destruction of Pangu's true form without any corresponding punishment for the demon race. A trace of unacceptable anger flashed in his eyes.

He muttered to himself, "My teacher once said that Heaven's way is impartial and unbiased. However, this intervention is clearly unfair, merely maintaining a superficial balance while ignoring the immense suffering and inevitable consequences inflicted on the Wu tribe. Is such an order truly a manifestation of Heaven's impartiality?"

He held the Daoist patriarch in awe, but he felt extremely uncomfortable with this result, which clearly violated "fairness," and his original intention to adhere to rules and value social order.

The Tongtian Sect Leader's eyes gleamed, his sword intent surging and then slowly receding. He was more focused on the fluctuations of the laws at the moment the Pangu True Body was destroyed, as well as the Dao Ancestor's effortless methods. He murmured, "Even the ultimate power cannot break the shackles of the Heavenly Dao. Yet the way of the sword is to break rather than bend—" His eyes held both fighting spirit and contemplation, and he was not particularly concerned about the so-called "justice".

Beside the Eight Treasures Merit Pool on the Western Sacred Mountain.

The guide, his face filled with sorrow, clasped his hands together and said, "All living beings suffer, and no one can escape their fate. I don't know when this massacre will end."

Zhunti Daoist, holding the Seven Treasures Tree, glanced uncertainly at the retreating demons, then at the direction of the witches, and finally towards the east, muttering to himself, "Both the witches and demons are severely injured, the Heavenly Court is empty, and the earth is wailing—Dao Ancestor's actions, though seemingly biased, are actually of unfathomable depth. Perhaps, this is the beginning of an opportunity for the great rise of our West? We should make plans as soon as possible."

Deep within the Netherworld Blood Sea, the Styx Ancestor sat atop the Twelve-Petaled Karmic Fire Red Lotus, chuckling coldly as the Blood Sea churned: "What a Hongjun! What a just and impartial Heavenly Dao!"

Such blatant favoritism stems from a fear of Pangu's legacy and a desire to retain the demon race as a check on things.

Hypocritical! However, this sea of ​​blood has now amassed countless more wronged souls. Excellent, excellent! His tone was full of sarcasm and greed.

Longevity Hill, Wuzhuang Temple.

Zhen Yuanzi, the Great Immortal, stood beneath the ginseng fruit tree, his face showing unbearable sorrow. He shook his head and sighed, "How could it have come to this? How could it have come to this—these are all beings from the primordial world, their cultivation is not easy, yet they have ended up like this. The Dao Ancestor intervened, stopping the fighting, but this—alas—"

With a flick of his sleeve, the Earth Book glowed faintly, soothing the earth's turbulent veins caused by the great war. He made no comment on the so-called "perfect justice," only sighing.

On the shores of the East Sea, Qinglian slowly withdrew her gaze from the battlefield in the center of the primordial wilderness, where corpses piled high and blood filled the sky, and resentment soared to the heavens. She remained silent for a long time, her Dao heart surging with turmoil.

I have gained a deeper, yet colder, understanding of the phrase "Heaven's Way is impartial."

He "saw" the entire earth-shattering battle with his divine sense, and also "saw" the almost invincible intervention of Dao Ancestor Hongjun.

The unparalleled power and ultimate mystery of the power displayed by Pangu's true form's creation of the world stirred his mind and spirit, and his yearning and determination for the martial arts he created and for the ultimate goal of proving the Dao with power reached an unprecedented peak.

He deeply appreciated the absolute authority and indifferent demeanor of Dao Ancestor Hongjun, who effortlessly resolved the crisis of world destruction and established the rules with a mere gesture.

In this vast and boundless world, the so-called rules, order, and even "reason" and "justice" are ultimately written, maintained, and defined by the most powerful forces.

Without sufficient power, one is not even qualified to fight for fairness or protect what is precious. Like the witch clan, one has boundless hatred and power, yet is forced to submit to a higher authority.

Despite the immense power of the Wu Clan, who had condensed the true form of Pangu and were nearly at the Saint Realm, they still had to bow down.

The demon race was nearly wiped out, revealing all its hidden strength, but survived thanks to a single word from the Dao Ancestor. The "fairness" and "unfairness" involved here are beyond reason; they are purely a manifestation of power levels.

"Power—only by mastering absolute power can one transcend the chessboard, become a player, and even—establish the rules, define what constitutes fairness."

Qinglian murmured to herself, and deep in her eyes, it seemed that two clusters of blue flames called "power" were burning quietly, growing ever more intense.

He glanced at the human warriors outside the cave who were still diligently cultivating, their blood and qi surging like dragons, yearning for a higher realm of martial arts, and then at the floating Creation Whip, which was closely related to the fate of the human race and whose hum was gradually fading.

The road ahead is long and arduous. The great calamity is only temporarily postponed, not ended. The hatred between the Lich and Demon races runs deep, and a reckoning will inevitably come sooner or later.

However, if we want to truly protect everything we want to protect in the face of future turmoil and even calamities, and allow the human race to continue and even rise again, our current strength is far from enough.

The Three Ancestors Martial God Realm, comparable to the Great Luo Immortal, is extraordinary, but still not enough in front of true prehistoric giants or even Heavenly Dao Saints.

Without the power to define "justice," humanity may forever remain merely a pawn on a chessboard, manipulated at will.

The truce of over 30,000 years may have been just a brief period of calm for the primordial world. A much larger storm was brewing in the deeper reaches.

He slowly closed his eyes, auspicious clouds rolled above his head, and the tenth-grade Creation Lotus slowly rotated, breathing in and out pure chaotic energy, exuding an increasingly profound and mysterious Daoist charm.

Qinglian became even more determined to pursue supreme power, comprehend the essence of creation, and capture that sliver of transcendence in the darkness.

Outside the cave, the sound of the tide continued, as if foreshadowing the silent accumulation of the next wave that would sweep across the world.