Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

The Primordial Heavenly Court, the Lingxiao Palace.

Emperor Jun, who sits high on the imperial throne, is comprehending the "supreme position" of the Heavenly Emperor under the boundless blessing of the demon race.

Just as the aura of the Sixth Golden Crow completely dissipated, Di Jun felt a sudden jolt in his heart, as if he had been pierced by an invisible blade!

That connection that originated from the depths of blood, only one in ten is gone!

"ah--"

Unparalleled pain resounded in Di Jun's heart.

"My son!!"

Di Jun let out a heart-wrenching roar, filled with endless pain and rage, and the entire Lingxiao Palace trembled violently at his roar.

The great sun in the sky shone with boundless light under the Emperor's wrath, and the stars in the heavens flickered erratically.

Taiyi, Fuxi, Kunpeng, and the other demon saints sensed the aura of the Golden Crow Prince's fall and, sensing that something big was about to happen, instantly appeared in the Lingxiao Palace.

Di Jun's face turned ashen as he looked at the two missing members of the group of demon saints.

Almost simultaneously, as the first golden crow fell, the void outside the Eastern Heavenly Gate shattered like a mirror, and two figures fell from it.

It was Jiuying Demon Saint who rushed back from Tanggu, only to find that the princes were already gone. Knowing something was wrong, he hurriedly returned, along with another demon saint, Ji Meng, who went to Tanggu to take over Jiuying's guard duty.

Looking at the shattered and dissipating space behind them, the two exchanged a glance, both seeing boundless horror and terror in each other's eyes.

Someone actually managed to trap both of them, quasi-saints, without them even realizing it.

They dared not delay for a moment, and transformed into two streaks of light, rushing desperately toward the East Heavenly Gate to report this catastrophic disaster to Emperor Jun!

After the Golden Crow fell, the heavenly secrets, which should have been even more chaotic, suddenly became a little clearer.

Emperor Jun, the ruler of the Heavenly Court, only now realized that his ten children, who should have stayed in Tang Valley, had all run off to the southern part of the prehistoric world, triggering the primordial laws of the sun and causing boundless slaughter.

They also burned a large Wu clan member alive.

What angered him most was that one of his ten children had already died!

"The Witch Clan!"

The Emperor stared at Hou Yi, who was drawing his bow, his eyes wide with rage. Terrifying solar fire erupted from his body, melting a portion of the Lingxiao Palace.

Enraged, Di Jun vanished from the Lingxiao Palace in a flash, heading straight for the South Heavenly Gate.

"Brother!"

Donghuang Taiyi was also extremely furious, and the Chaos Bell appeared above his head.

"clang!"

"clang!"

The clanging sound kept going on and on.

Donghuang Taiyi followed closely behind Dijun, his overwhelming killing intent spreading with the sound of the bell.

"I will surely annihilate the witch clan and avenge my nephew!"

In an instant, led by Fuxi and Kunpeng, a large number of demon saints followed closely behind Dijun and Taiyi, rushing straight towards the South Heavenly Gate like a surging torrent!

On the Taiyin Star, two figures also flew into a rage and headed towards the southern part of the prehistoric world.

Kunlun Mountain, inside the Sanqing Palace.

Boundless sacred aura lingered, and the divine pronouncements of the Great Dao seemed to appear and disappear.

Yuanshi Tianzun, sitting on the cloud bed, frowned slightly, made a calculation with his fingers, and a trace of understanding and displeasure flashed in his indifferent eyes.

"Having taken the body of the Golden Crow, he has committed countless atrocities and deserves this calamity."

He spoke in a flat tone, as if he were stating something trivial that had nothing to do with him.

Beside him, the Sage of Taiqing remained lost in thought with his eyes closed, seemingly indifferent to the fall of the Golden Crow and the Great Witch. Only the Taiji diagram that kept spinning behind him indicated that things were not so calm.

As for the Sage Tongtian, a slight smirk appeared on his lips, a hint of pleasure flashing in his eyes: "Heh, Dijun, that demon emperor, thought he could rest easy after occupying the Heavenly Realm, but now retribution has fallen on his own son!"

Tongtian glanced again at the Eastern Heavenly Gate in the eastern sky of the prehistoric world, revealing a hint of disdain.

"These two guys are stretching their legs a bit too far!"

The Qingping Sword behind him emitted a soft, clear sound.

In the western wilderness, atop Mount Sumeru.

Looking at the countless lives lost on the primordial land, the Sage of Guidance wore a sorrowful expression, clasped his hands together, and said, "Alas, all beings suffer, and the calamity of slaughter has begun again. When will we be able to transcend the mortal world and enjoy ultimate bliss?"

The Daoist Zhunti, his gaze intense, gripped the Seven Treasures Tree that had just returned, turning it repeatedly as he looked towards the Heavenly Court. A smile appeared on his face as he addressed the Daoist guide:

"Senior brother, a great calamity has begun, the very opportunity for the rise of our West is approaching. Let us observe and search..."

The Nuwa Palace is cold and desolate.

Nuwa, the sage, awoke from the cycle of creation, a complex and incomprehensible expression appearing on her beautiful face.

Feeling the fortune of the demon race.

Nuwa naturally sensed the shock to the demon race's fortune caused by the fall of the Golden Crow, and her heart tightened.

His gaze pierced through the endless void, seeing the southern part of the primordial wilderness reduced to scorched earth. In the end, he only sighed softly and did not take any action.

Fate is cruel, and cause and effect are intertwined...!

If these golden crows hadn't committed such boundless slaughter, she might have been able to save them!

But now, seeing the endless resentment constantly entwining around the Golden Crow's fortune, even she, as a saint, felt a trace of fear...!

The Netherworld Blood Sea, with its towering waves of blood.

The Styx Ancestor sat atop the Twelfth Grade Karmic Fire Red Lotus, sensing the essence and overwhelming resentment dissipated when the Golden Crow fell. Watching the phantoms constantly appearing above the Blood Sea, he couldn't help but burst into laughter, his voice shaking the Blood Sea. Countless Rakshasa clansmen roared in response, their killing intent soaring to the heavens.

……

On the battlefield in the southern part of the prehistoric world, the death of the first golden crow did not cause the remaining nine golden crows to immediately feel fear and flee. Instead, in extreme grief and disbelief, their boundless killing intent stared straight at the figure holding the giant bow!

"Hou Yi! I will burn you to ashes!"

"Avenge Sixth Brother!"

"Kill him! Burn the entire witch clan!"

Their once brilliant golden pupils were now only faintly visible in crimson, instantly replaced by a blood-red light, their reason burned away by the flames of revenge!

Ignoring the chilling aura that filled the air and made their wings stiff, they let out frantic cries, flapping their wings, which were burning with raging flames, and pounced on Hou Yi on the ground like falling meteors!

The scorching heat intensified once again, as if the entire world was about to melt away.

"Well done!"

A hint of joy flashed in Hou Yi's angry eyes. He had been worried that after shooting another arrow, the golden crows would use their supernatural powers to fly away, leaving him no chance to avenge Kuafu.

Facing the nine frantically charging Golden Crows, all at the Great Luo Golden Immortal level, he did not hesitate in the slightest.

His body was filled with a powerful surge of blood energy.

Hou Yi drew his bow with incredible speed, and the bowstring rang out again!

"call out!"

"call out!"

"call out!"

Three consecutive, almost overlapping, piercing screechs!

Three beams of eerie blue light, carrying an unparalleled chill, shot out once more!

Fast! Accurate! Ruthless!

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

The arrow pierced the bodies of the three golden crows.

Three enormous ice crystal fireworks exploded in the air once more, instantly spreading a powerful, extremely cold and yin energy.

This time, the Golden Crows saw it clearly: the three arrows seemed to possess a spirit, leaving them with no way to avoid them.

The three arrows pierced the bodies of the three golden crows that were charging at the front!

Three more brief but mournful cries followed, accompanied by the deafening roar of an explosion as the ultimate Yin and cold primordial energy collided with the ultimate Yang primordial energy.

The three golden crows struggled violently in the air, their golden blood splashing like lava, but freezing into crimson-gold ice crystals the instant they left their bodies. Their aura, like a candle flame extinguished by a gale, quickly dimmed and dissipated.

Three more Golden Crow Princes have fallen!