Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

The true fire of the sun emanating from Di Jun's body became intense and violent, scorching and distorting the surrounding space.

He could sense that the gazes of all the saints of the primordial world and those powerful quasi-saints who had left the Heavenly Court were looking through the endless void at this broken Heavenly Court, at him, Di Jun, and at him, the Lord of the Heavenly Court.

Those gazes contained astonishment, pity, hatred, schadenfreude, and undisguised contempt!

His choice will determine how the primordial world views the Heavenly Court.

And behind him, the billions of demons are also waiting for his decision as emperor.

The grand wedding was disrupted, the Heavenly Court was destroyed, and half of the Central Heavenly Domain was completely devoid of life. We have truly lost all face!

This was no longer a simple conflict; it was the Wu tribe pressing Di Jun's face to the ground and rubbing it hard with their feet!

"Emperor... Jiang...!"

Di Jun squeezed out these two words through gritted teeth. His voice wasn't loud, but it contained a murderous intent that even the heavenly river couldn't wash away.

He turned around abruptly, his gaze like two solid golden flames, sweeping over Taiyi, Kunpeng, and the group of angry demon saints.

"His Majesty!"

Bai Ze stepped forward, his voice low and deep, "The Witch Clan dares to make such a provocation; they must have made thorough preparations."

"A war between the Wu tribe and the Wu tribe on Mount Buzhou would be extremely disadvantageous for our demon race!"

Before Di Jun could speak, the demon master Kunpeng stepped forward. Though his face was gaunt, his eyes gleamed with a chilling light: "Your Majesty, Bai Ze's words have merit! But if our Heavenly Court were to back down today, which of the myriad races of the primordial world would still obey our commands?"

"The arrogance of the Witch Clan will only grow stronger! The humiliation suffered by the Heavenly Court must be washed away with blood!"

Kunpeng's words struck the hearts of every demon like a heavy hammer.

Di Jun did not speak, but turned his gaze to his younger brother, Taiyi!

Donghuang Taiyi looked at Dijun's gaze without saying a word, but the bell above his head rang even louder, responding to Dijun with a strong fighting spirit.

Di Jun took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and his mind flashed with the grand ambition of establishing a Heavenly Court, the longing of billions of demons to join the Heavenly Court, and the two newly initiated Taiyin Goddesses. Finally, his mind settled on the dazzling passage in front of him and the mocking faces of the group of Ancestral Witches.

When he opened his eyes again, all his emotions had been suppressed, leaving only a cold killing intent and resolute determination.

"Fuxi!"

Di Jun shouted in a deep voice.

"Your subject is here!"

Fuxi, who had been standing quietly at the rear, deducing whether the Wu tribe had any other tricks up its sleeve, stepped forward in response.

"I led Taiyi, Kunpeng, and the Ten Demon Saints down to fight these barbarians!"

"You are in charge of the rest of the Heavenly Court's forces. Set up a great formation to seal off this space and guide us at any time!" Although he had decided to fight the Ancestral Witches, he also left himself a way out.

Fuxi was not surprised by Dijun's actions and bowed to accept the order: "Your Majesty, rest assured, with Fuxi here, you may all act with confidence!"

Di Jun said no more. With the Hetu and Luoshu above his head and the Sun God Sword in his hand pointing at the Ancestral Witches on Mount Buzhou, he shouted: "Taiyi, Kunpeng, follow me—kill!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already transformed into a golden rainbow that stretched across the sky, rushing towards the spatial passage first.

Donghuang Taiyi followed closely behind, and the Chaos Bell emitted a resounding chime that echoed throughout the heavens, stabilizing the chaotic spatial forces at the edge of the passage.

Golden light flashed in the eyes of the demon master Kunpeng, and he eventually transformed into a stream of dark blue light to follow.

Afterwards, the ten great demon saints, including Ji Meng, Jiu Ying, Shang Yang, and Gui Che, all exuded murderous intent and manifested parts of their true demon forms, wielding magical treasures and divine powers, and surged into the passage!

Mount Buzhou, the pillar of the primordial world, is majestic and imposing, supporting both heaven and earth.

"boom--!!!"

Di Jun, enraged, unleashed his attack. The Hetu Luoshu instantly unfolded, manifesting the stars of the heavens and drawing upon the power of the stars. Hundreds of millions of starlight swords poured down like a waterfall, their target the Twelve Ancestral Witches!

Although Di Jiang and the other Ancestral Witches were somewhat surprised that Di Jun and his group of demons actually dared to come down, they were not afraid.

This is the home ground of the Witch Clan. Now, all twelve Ancestral Witches are gathered here, without any pretense.

Dijiang confronted Dijun, who was coming through the passage, and the two fought each other!

"Two little birds, just in time!"

Zhu Rong laughed wildly, and his true form as the God of Fire rose from the ground. With a swing of his fists, the blazing flames transformed into two fire dragons that stretched for thousands of miles, defying the rain of swords... and then Taiyi!

Almost simultaneously, Gonggong summoned endless divine water, which evolved into several water dragons that stretched for thousands of miles, crashing together with the fire dragons onto the ripples emanating from the Taiyi Chaos Bell.

In an instant, these several water and fire dragons, each tens of thousands of miles long, were annihilated by the immense power of the Chaos Bell!

Although they failed to inflict any real damage on Donghuang Taiyi, they successfully intercepted him.

Following Zhurong and Gonggong is Houtu, the ancestral witch. Among the twelve ancestral witches, Houtu is the most gentle and quiet, but her strength far surpasses that of the other ancestral witches.

When her slender, delicate hands, as white as mutton fat jade, clenched into fists, her feet planted firmly on the ground, her enormous body seemed to merge with the primordial earth.

Each punch delivered contained immense power, slamming into the Chaos Bell.

Donghuang had to keep an eye on the battlefield where Dijun and Dijiang were fighting, while also wielding the Chaos Bell to fight against the three Ancestral Witches, Houtu, Zhurong, and Gonggong!

Kunpeng, following behind Dijun and Donghuang Taiyi, was engaged in a fierce battle with an Ancestral Witch.

Two of the ten demon saints faced off against one ancestral witch, and the battles were evenly matched.

The last two ancestral witches of the Wu tribe, Zhu Jiuyin and Xuanming, waited for several breaths, but did not see Fuxi's fate at the other end of the spatial passage.

Seeing that Di Jun was gradually gaining the upper hand in the battle between Di Jiang and Donghuang Taiyi, he finally felt relieved and unleashed his overwhelming power, gradually gaining the upper hand in the battle against Houtu, Zhurong, and Gonggong.

"The witch clan is nothing special!"

"Since the battle at Buzhou Mountain, the Ancestral Witches' strength hasn't increased much!"

The two Ancestral Witches, Zhu Jiuyin and Xuanming, disregarded whether there would be any demons beyond the passage and attacked Dijun and Taiyi respectively.

In an instant, terrifying laws trembled and intertwined in the area atop Mount Buzhou.

Space is like fragile glass, shattering inch by inch, revealing the turbulent spatial currents behind it, where light flows but destruction is rampant.

Time became chaotic within a small space, sometimes accelerating and sometimes freezing.

The very origins of heaven and earth were thrown into turmoil, and the four elements of earth, water, fire, and wind were completely stirred up, colliding and annihilating each other, creating a terrifying scene resembling the end of the world.

Aura and malevolent energy intertwined, physical bodies clashed with magical treasures, and the sounds of bells and the roars of witches rose together.

Faced with the combined attack of Dijiang and Zhujiuyin, even with the blessing of the Great Sun Source, the Sun God Sword's scorching True Sun Fire could not cause any substantial damage to the Ancestral Witch's physical body.

Taiyi fought alone against the four Ancestral Witches: Houtu, Xuanming, Gonggong, and Zhurong. The Chaos Bell resounded throughout the primordial world, causing fluctuations in time and space, and stabilizing the earth, water, fire, and wind, directly confronting the true forms of the Ancestral Witches.

Kunpeng moved with incredible speed, using the Demon Master's Palace to protect itself as it engaged in a fierce battle with Tianwu, the biting cold wind and gale mingling with each other.

The demon saints also engaged in a fierce battle with the various ancestral witches.