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

Qinglian's figure stepped out from the surging sea of ​​clouds atop Kunlun Mountain, as if merging into the boundless land of the primordial wilderness.

The Taiji diagram bestowed by the Three Pure Ones resides at the core of Qingyun, with the Yin and Yang energies circulating, concealing its own energy and the cause and effect of heaven.

The profound runes of the Pangu Banner are imprinted deep within the primordial spirit. Although its power to destroy chaos is drawn but not unleashed, it acts like a stabilizing force, bringing unparalleled peace of mind.

The three natal sword energies of the Heavenly Master lay dormant in the sea of ​​consciousness, their extreme sharpness being the trump card to tear everything apart in desperate situations.

He did not set a specific destination, but rather followed his intuition about the flow of the universe's energy and sensed the subtle changes in the primordial world at the beginning of the great calamity.

Amidst the mountains, rivers, grasses, and trees, the originally pure and ethereal aura began to be mixed with a trace of barely perceptible malevolence and resentment—the indignant marks left behind by countless beings who perished due to the friction between liches and demons.

Occasionally, massive demonic clouds would sweep across the sky, carrying with them a strict order and a chilling intent to kill.

From deep within the earth, the muffled rumble of the witch warriors practicing their battle formations could be faintly heard, stirring up the turbid energy of the earth's veins.

Unbeknownst to him, he was heading east. The ground beneath his feet gradually became damp, and the air was filled with the salty, fishy smell of the sea breeze.

The shores of the East China Sea are now before us.

However, before even getting close to the legendary Purple Mansion Continent, a monstrous aura and violent energy fluctuations rushed towards them like a tangible tsunami!

The murderous aura contained the ferocity of the demon race, the despair of the immortals, and a tragic grandeur of mutual destruction!

Qinglian frowned slightly. The Tai Chi diagram within the auspicious clouds rotated subtly, the yin and yang fish intertwined, silently stabilizing and dissipating the chaotic energy that surged forth. He gazed intently, and saw a terrifying sight where the sea and sky met in the distance:

The once ethereal and auspicious Purple Mansion Continent has now been transformed into a boiling battlefield of carnage!

Above the sky, dark, ominous clouds covered the sun, their demonic energy condensing into solid clouds that rolled and roared.

Countless demon soldiers and generals, clad in standard armor, formed a formidable battle formation, like a swarm of bloodthirsty locusts, relentlessly charging downwards.

The clash of swords and the torrent of demonic magic poured down like a torrential rain, tearing through the air and emitting a shrill wail like the wails of ghosts and gods.

The demon banner fluttered, bearing a huge character for "demon," exuding the supreme majesty of Emperor Jun and Taiyi.

Below, the once magnificent celestial palace complex is now in ruins, with pavilions and towers reduced to broken walls and the celestial gardens reduced to scorched earth.

But at the heart of this ruin, there is an area that stubbornly holds on!

There, a massive light curtain composed of countless celestial lights, runes, and the burning essence of life shot into the sky!

The light curtain swirled, and countless illusory figures of immortals could be vaguely seen floating and chanting within it.

They were not the rabble that had long since fled, but rather the true righteous cultivators of the Celestial Court who were grateful for the Eastern King Duke's kindness in taking them in, or those who had blood feuds with the demon race!

Although their numbers were far fewer than the demon army, numbering only around ten thousand, and their cultivation levels varied widely, ranging from Golden Immortals to Grand Luo Golden Immortals, at this moment, their eyes were resolute, their faces fearless, as they poured their immortal power, essence blood, and even the origin of their primordial spirits into an incomparably profound array without reservation!

At the heart of the formation was none other than the disheveled and seemingly mad Dongwanggong!

He no longer possessed any of the composure of an "Immortal Leader." His Taoist robe was stained with blood, his eyes were bloodshot, and he gripped the dragon-headed cane bestowed by the Taoist Ancestor tightly with both hands, inserting it deep into the spiritual core of the array!

The dragon-headed cane burst forth with an unprecedentedly dazzling golden light, resonating throughout the entire formation.

"Ten Thousand Immortals Formation, activate! Protect my Celestial Court and slay the demons!" Dong Wanggong roared hoarsely, his voice filled with a hysterical madness.

Rumble—!

The Ten Thousand Immortals Formation unleashed terrifying power! It gathered the power of over ten thousand suicide warriors burning their foundations, and then amplified it through the Dragon Head Staff, a treasure containing a trace of the Dao Ancestor's power, its power reaching an astonishing level!

Within the formation, the celestial light transformed into countless sharp and unparalleled sword energies, lightning containing the power of laws, raging flames that could burn mountains and boil seas, and mysterious ice that could freeze time and space... covering the sky and rising upwards in reverse!

The demon battle formation at the forefront was torn to shreds instantly, as if thrown into a meat grinder! Demon blood rained down, and severed limbs flew everywhere, leaving no time for even a scream!

Even the powerful demons who rushed into the formation, who had reached the early stage of Quasi-Saint, were caught off guard by this attack that gathered the power of ten thousand immortals and burned their own origins!

Two of them were ancient and monstrous demonic beings with infamous reputations. One of them was shredded into a bloody mist by countless immortal sword energies. Just as its primordial spirit was about to escape, it was completely annihilated by the power of annihilation contained in the formation!

The other was struck head-on by a bolt of purple lightning as thick as a mountain. Its protective demonic treasure shattered instantly, and its massive demonic body was charred black as charcoal, plummeting down with smoke billowing out. Its fate is unknown!

"hiss--!"

Both inside and outside the battlefield, countless gasps of astonishment rang out.

No one expected that this seemingly crumbling Celestial Court, and this group of rogue cultivators regarded as a rabble, would unleash such terrifying power in the face of dire straits! The Myriad Immortals Formation, combined with the Dragon Head Staff and the resolute determination of the Myriad Immortals Burning Their Life, could actually slaughter a Quasi-Saint!

Thirty-three heavens away, in the Lingxiao Palace of the Demon Court.

Emperor Jun sat upright on the throne, with the Hetu and Luoshu floating in front of him, deducing the ever-changing secrets of the battlefield.

When he saw two quasi-saint demons fall and countless demon soldiers die in battle, his majestic face finally darkened, and his eyes flashed with cold golden light.

"Big Brother!" Donghuang Taiyi abruptly stood up, the Chaos Bell in his arms emitting a deep hum. The Solar True Fire around him rose uncontrollably, scorching and distorting the void. "These ants! How dare... how dare they slaughter my demon race's general! That bastard Dongwanggong, relying on the broken crutch bestowed by the Dao Ancestor and these reckless fools, really thinks he can turn the world upside down?! Let me go! I'll shatter his tortoise shell with one strike!"

A cold light flashed in Di Jun's eyes, and the Hetu Luoshu star chart flowed, the deduction pointing to a blood-red destruction.

He slowly raised his hand, his voice as cold as ancient ice: "Taiyi, calm down. This formation gathers the life-burning power of ten thousand immortals, and is further enhanced by the dragon-headed staff drawing upon a trace of the Dao Ancestor's power. It certainly has its unique aspects. It cannot be broken quickly by brute force. However..."

A cruel smile curled at the corner of his lips. "A cornered beast's struggle will eventually end! How long can burning one's foundation last? When we strike, it will be the end!"

"Good!" Taiyi could no longer contain himself. With a long roar, the Chaos Bell tore through space, and his figure vanished instantly.

Battlefield of Zifu Continent.

The Thousand Immortals Formation shone brightly, forcefully blocking the overwhelming offensive of the demon army and even killing two quasi-saints, creating a stalemate for a time.

The surviving immortals in the formation revealed a desperate glimmer of hope.

Just then!

"when--!!!"

A bell tolling, seemingly echoing since the dawn of time, suddenly resounded throughout the heavens and earth! The invisible sound waves, like a world-destroying tidal wave, instantly swept across the entire battlefield of Zifu Continent!

Time seemed to freeze!

Space shattered like fragile glass! The demon soldiers and generals who were charging forward were frozen in place as if by a spell!

Below, the Thousand Immortals Formation's dazzling light screen trembled violently, twisted, and dimmed by more than half of its brilliance, as if struck by a heavy hammer.

Countless immortals maintaining the formation were struck as if by a heavy blow, spitting out blood. Those with weaker cultivation even had their physical bodies shattered, and their primordial spirits dissipated with cries of agony! The operation of the entire formation instantly slowed down!

"Eastern King Duke! Prepare to die!"

Taiyi's cold voice was like the chilling winds of the deepest hell. He stepped out from the shattered void, holding the Chaos Bell in his arms, his body ablaze with the True Fire of the Sun, like a fire deity descending from the heavens!

Without any fancy moves, he threw a punch! On the tip of his fist, the ultimate concentrated solar fire condensed into a golden sun that could incinerate everything, and smashed fiercely toward the core of the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation—the Eastern King Duke!

"Di Jun is here!"

On the other side, Di Jun's figure also appeared silently, with the Hetu Luoshu surrounding him, evolving into the illusory image of the Zhou Tian Star Array.

Instead of attacking directly, he formed hand seals, drawing upon the vast power of the stars to transform into countless silver-white chains of law, like a net that instantly wrapped around the entire Myriad Immortals Formation, suppressing and binding it!