Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

As the sun rises and the moon sets, as plants wither and flourish, Kuafu and others have waited here for hundreds of years.

However, luck no longer seemed to be on their side.

Having experienced the previous ambush, these golden crows have become exceptionally vigilant.

They often hover at extremely high altitudes, scattering destructive fires, but never linger easily.

Even if a golden crow occasionally appears in the sky above this tribe, it will quickly move away after sensing a sense of danger.

Without hesitation, the Golden Crow let out a cry, its body flashing with rainbow light, and it was already far away from the witch tribe, disappearing into the horizon, giving Kuafu no chance to make a move.

"What a nimble beast!"

Watching the golden sun recede into the distance!

Kuafu kicked the towering mountain in front of him, sending it flying with a deafening roar as the massive peak tumbled and crashed thousands of miles away.

For hundreds of years, they never even had a direct confrontation, let alone attacked the Golden Crow.

The Golden Crows' rampage across this land was not limited to the Witch Clan.

Under the control of the Golden Crow, the endless power of the sun ceased to be warm and instead transformed into terrifying ferocious beasts, covering an area of ​​tens of thousands of miles, including the Wu tribe.

This includes countless other primordial creatures in these regions who have submitted to the Wu Clan—the weaker other races, the newly awakened spiritual plants, the ignorant spiritual beasts, and even countless ordinary birds and beasts.

They were all reduced to ashes by the wrath of the Golden Crow.

Rivers dried up, mountains turned to scorched earth, and the vast southern land, where each of the witch tribes once lived, was transformed into a shocking black mottled landscape—the traces of all life being completely erased.

Endless resentment arose and gathered from this ravaged land and from countless corpses.

It was an invisible and intangible power, yet it truly existed, filled with pain, despair, and a curse upon the Golden Crow.

These endless resentments, like maggots clinging to bones, entangled the souls of those unruly golden crows through endless space.

Although each one was extremely weak, they were continuous and endless, gradually eroding and tearing away at the immense fortune of the Golden Crow, who was the embodiment of the sun, the crown prince of the Heavenly Court, and favored by heaven and earth.

Meanwhile, the overwhelming evil energy permeating the world took advantage of the situation and intertwined with these resentful forces, making the Golden Crows' minds increasingly agitated, their actions increasingly reckless, and the crimson in their eyes becoming increasingly intense and clear.

Within the Valley of Tang, the Demon Saint Jiuying witnessed all of this and was deeply anxious.

His nine pairs of eyes were filled with worry and unease.

He used the secret techniques of the demon race to send messages to the Heavenly Court, which hangs high in the nine heavens, several times.

He reported the unusual behavior of the Golden Crow Prince, the tragic situation in the southern part of the prehistoric world, the increasingly dense calamity aura, and the resentment accumulated by billions of living beings to the Heavenly Emperor Di Jun and the Eastern Emperor Tai Yi.

However, all the messages seemed to sink without a trace, and no response was received.

The celestial realm seemed to be isolated by an invisible barrier, and the auras of Di Jun, Tai Yi, and many demon saints were also hidden in the chaos, making them difficult to perceive.

During the long wait.

Finally, the thousand-year period for Jiuying to guard Tang Valley has arrived.

According to the rotation rules set by Emperor Jun, other demon saints should come to take over.

He tried to contact the Heavenly Court again, but still received no response.

Jiuying guarded Tang Valley for over a hundred years.

Looking at the golden crows among the branches of the Fusang tree, whose auras grew increasingly violent and whose eyes increasingly arrogant, Jiuying felt a sense of foreboding.

"Your Highnesses," Jiuying arrived at the foot of the Fusang tree, his nine heads bowed, his voice solemn, "Now that the calamity of heaven and earth is rampant, this old minister can no longer contact His Majesty, who is far away in the Heavenly Court."

Looking at the increasingly dense aura of calamity enveloping the world, Jiuying's face was full of worry: "This old minister's term of duty here has far exceeded the limit, yet no other demon saints have come to relieve him. Surely something big has happened in the Heavenly Realm. I must return to the Heavenly Court to report everything that has happened here to His Majesty."

Jiuying's gaze shifted to the ten golden crows cultivating on the Fusang tree: "After this old minister departs, and before the arrival of the new guardian demon saint, I implore all the princes to remain in Tanggu and never set foot in the Primordial World again! This is this old minister's... final plea!"

The Great Golden Crow Prince originally stood at the top of the tree canopy, surrounded by the true fire of the sun.

Just as they heard that Jiuying was about to leave and tried to dissuade them, the Great Golden Crow flashed and transformed into human form, landing in front of Jiuying.

Seeing this, the other golden crows also transformed into human form and landed behind the great golden crow.

Led by the Great Golden Crow, they all bowed to the Nine-Headed Serpent.

"Thank you so much, Uncle, for taking care of me for the past thousand years!"

"..."

Jiuying looked at everyone, but sighed inwardly. He knew that saying more would be useless. He could only take a deep look at the group of Golden Crows. Although he had anticipated that with his departure, the Golden Crow princes would not listen to him and stay in Tang Valley.

But that's all he can do!

He then conjured a beam of light, pierced through layers of clouds, and fled towards the distant Eastern Heavenly Gate.

The golden crows had lost their last restraint.

After the Nine-Headed Demon Saint left, decades passed, and no new guardian demon saint arrived.

This unusual emptiness, within the mind of the Golden Crow filled with calamity and resentment, led to the previous mistaken belief that "they can be free."

"Look! Father must know our grievances and has tacitly allowed us to seek revenge on Kuafu!" The youngest golden crow, Lu Ya, had completely recovered from its injuries under the nourishment of the Fusang Divine Tree. It excitedly flapped its wings, its voice sharp.

"That's right! Uncle Jiuying is here, so we must obey Father's orders!"

Now that he's gone, and no new demon saint has arrived, it must be Father's will!

Another golden crow echoed, its eyes glowing even more intensely crimson.

"Our injuries have healed, and our strength has returned to its peak! If we don't go now, when will we?"

"With ten brothers united, we will surely ensure that Kuafu dies without a burial place! We will burn the Wu tribe to ashes and spread the glory of our Heavenly Court!"

Hatred for the witch clan arose and spread among them, eventually coalescing into a unified will.

Di Jun's ban was completely ignored, and Jiu Ying's warning was also forgotten.

They felt only the surging, almost explosive power of the sun god within them, and the deep-seated hatred they had harbored for countless years towards the Wu tribe, especially towards Kuafu.

"Set off!"

The Great Golden Crow Prince finally gave the order, his voice filled with a resolute determination to destroy everything.

The next moment, ten three-legged golden crows simultaneously soared into the sky from the Fusang Divine Tree!

"Hey——!"

"Hey——!"

……

The crow's cry tore through the sky and echoed throughout the East China Sea!

They no longer concealed their light and heat, like ten true suns simultaneously manifesting in the primordial sky!

A terrifying heatwave swept across the land in an instant!

Amidst the most dazzling light, the golden crows tore open a spatial passage.

They transformed into ten golden rainbows that stretched across the sky, traversing endless space and appearing above the southern continent of the primordial wilderness.

Then it flew headlong toward the tribe where Kuafu was!

Meanwhile, deep within the South China Sea, in the Dragon Palace of the South China Sea.

Ao Yan, the Dragon King of the South Sea, sat upright on a huge armchair carved from a single piece of innate spiritual jade, with a blue scale shimmering slightly in front of him...!