Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

The sword light that Di Jun unleashed was initially only a thin line.

As thin as a hair, as bright as the aurora borealis, boundless power is concentrated on this line.

But after leaving the sword tip by three zhang, this line of sword light suddenly expanded, transforming into a golden sword waterfall that was hundreds of miles wide and tens of thousands of miles long!

Wherever the sword waterfall passed, space was easily torn apart like thin paper, revealing the chaotic and turbulent spatial currents behind it.

Distance loses its meaning in front of this sword waterfall. One moment it was outside the South Heavenly Gate, the next it had crossed hundreds of thousands of miles and arrived above the corpse of Kuafu!

The first thing the sword waterfall touched was the corpse of Kuafu.

No sound.

There was no explosion.

Kuafu's towering true body, which had not fallen despite being bombarded and burned by the solar fire of the ten Golden Crow Princes, was like a soft piece of tofu in front of this sword waterfall, and was straight, smooth and split in two!

After the sword waterfall, the enormous body slowly slid down, crashing onto the earth with a thunderous roar, raising clouds of dust.

Not a drop of blood flowed from the crack; Kuafu's boundless blood energy had been completely consumed in the pursuit of the Golden Crow.

The sword waterfall did not stop at all, passing through Kuafu's body and continuing to slash towards Houyi!

This sword strike embodies the immense cultivation, imperial authority, and the essence of the Sun Star of the Heavenly Emperor Di Jun, and carries the boundless hatred of a father seeking revenge for his nine sons.

Its power is so great that it can instantly kill an ordinary early-stage Quasi-Saint and severely injure a mid-stage Quasi-Saint!

Not to mention Hou Yi, whose source was burned out and who was weak and constantly declining in strength, even a Great Witch at his peak would surely die under this sword. His true spirit would be burned into nothingness by the true fire of the sun, leaving not a trace of flesh and blood!

Hou Yi, kneeling on the ground, watched as the waterfall of swords swept across Kuafu's corpse, slashing straight towards him.

At that moment, he felt the breath of death!

This aura was even colder and more sinister than the Innate Cold Soul that Huanglong had taken out.

Before the sword light even arrived, the terrifying pressure had already locked the space around him, and he couldn't even move a finger.

He did not close his eyes when faced with this unavoidable sword strike.

He knelt there, looking up at the golden sword waterfall that was destroying everything, his eyes filled with no fear, only resentment.

Unwilling to accept that he hadn't managed to kill all those hairy beasts.

Unwilling to accept that he could not avenge Kuafu and his millions of people.

Unwilling to accept this...!

The sword light was only a few feet away from his forehead.

Thousands of feet, hundreds of feet!

"Buzz—!"

Just as the sword light was about to cleave Hou Yi and the vast land beneath him into dust.

The space in front of Hou Yi... shattered with a deafening roar.

It wasn't shattered by Di Jun's sword waterfall, but rather shattered from within by some tyrannical and unreasonable force from an endless distance!

Within the shattered spatial rift, Hou Yi sensed a series of familiar auras!

His resolve to face death calmly was suddenly revived.

The next moment, twelve figures ruthlessly tore through the spatial turbulence and stepped out.

They varied in height and gender; some were as burly as mountains, others as slender as willows; some were engulfed in flames, others covered in ice; some rode on fire dragons, others had green snakes piercing their ears… but they had one thing in common:

They were all radiating a bloodthirsty aura that was many times greater than that of Hou Yi and Kuafu.

That was the aura of the Ancestral Witch.

The twelve Ancestral Witches appeared here at the same time!

Standing at the very front, facing Di Jun's sword light, was not Di Jiang, the eldest of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, but a female Ancestral Witch.

His face was serene, and he exuded an aura as weighty as the earth.

Despite the oncoming waterfall of swords, her eyes gleamed with a fierce fighting spirit.

She raised her hands, which didn't look thick or strong; in fact, they appeared somewhat slender.

But these are the very hands that are somewhat slender, clenched into fists.

In an instant, the power of the earth's veins from deep within the earth surged towards her fist like rivers flowing into the sea, condensing into a thick, earth-yellow halo of light with flowing mountain and river patterns on her fist.

At the same time, endless bloodthirsty energy condensed within her body, and she unleashed a punch at the earth-shattering golden sword light.

It was as if the entire primordial earth was trembling!

"boom--!!!!"

The fist and the sword waterfall collided.

No tricks, no fancy moves, just pure, unadulterated power clashes!

The golden sword waterfall collided, intertwined, annihilated, and erupted with the earthen-yellow fist light!

Before the Ancestral Witch, space completely collapsed into a small spatial black hole, and chaotic airflow surged out like a burst dam, only to be forcibly forced back by the dissipating power of both sides.

The stalemate lasted only a moment.

The next instant, the sword waterfall... shattered.

It wasn't defeated, but rather crushed inch by inch by the force of that punch, which contained the weight of the entire primordial land!

The golden waterfall of light began to crack from the point of impact, then spread outwards like shattered glass, finally exploding into billions of golden light points with a "bang" and dissipating into the world.

Then, Tu's fist continued its momentum, blasting forward for three thousand miles, turning all the dust and even the remaining embers of the true fire of the sun into nothingness.

However, when she pulled her fist back, the surface of her fist was a bloody mess, with bone visible, and even several finger bones were cracked.

Di Jun unleashed a furious sword strike, which Hou Tu hastily parried. She also had to control the dissipation of power to prevent Hou Yi behind her from being crushed to ashes, which ultimately injured her as well!

Dark golden blood of the Ancestral Witch dripped from the wound, each drop as heavy as a mountain, striking the ground with muffled "thump, thump," creating one bottomless crater after another.

But Houtu didn't even flinch.

She simply straightened up slowly, put her injured right hand behind her back, looked up, and calmly gazed towards the South Heavenly Gate, towards the Heavenly Emperor whose eyes were bloodshot.

Behind her, the other eleven Ancestral Witches stood in a row.

The Space Ancestral Witch Dijiang, his figure blended into the space, sometimes appearing and sometimes disappearing, with endless spatial turbulence surrounding him.

Zhu Rong, the ancestral god of fire, rode two ten-thousand-foot-long fire dragons. The temperature of those flames was comparable to that of the true fire of the sun, causing the surrounding space to distort slightly.

Gonggong, the ancestral sorcerer of water, is surrounded by countless water veins, where the great Dao of water resonates between heaven and earth.

The ancestral sorcerer Ru Shou of the Metal element had a green snake pierced through his left ear and a red snake through his right ear. In his hand, a long halberd formed from the energy of Geng metal exuded a sharp aura capable of tearing everything apart.

......

The Twelve Ancestral Witches, representing the twelve most primordial laws of the prehistoric world, appeared here together at this moment. The aura they exuded was on par with the demon race giants in front of the South Heavenly Gate, showing no signs of being at a disadvantage!

Before the South Heavenly Gate, Di Jun's hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

It wasn't fear, it was extreme anger.

Nine golden crows.

His nine children have all died.

The very person who caused his child's death was saved by his sword.

He looked at Houtu, at the twelve figures as majestic as mountains, at Houyi protected behind them, and finally at the two halves of Kuafu's corpse crashing to the ground, and the ice crystals in the sky that had not yet completely dissipated.

"Okay...okay...okay!"

"Well done...!"