Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

Di Jun uttered three "good"s, each one filled with intense killing intent. He stared at the figure that appeared and disappeared in the space: "Di Jiang, today I will bury all of you Wu Clan members here, to be buried with my son?"

Donghuang Taiyi took a step forward, and the Chaos Bell roared continuously. The chaotic energy on the surface of the bell churned, and the faint phantom of the creation of heaven and earth appeared.

The demon master Kunpeng revealed his true form, spreading his wings. The wingspan was unknown, covering tens of thousands of miles, obscuring most of the sky, and casting a shadow over the earth.

The seven strings of the Fuxi Qin (a type of zither) in front of Fuxi vibrated on their own, disturbing the earth in harmony with the sound of bells in the chaos.

Meanwhile, the Twelve Ancestral Witches...

Before Dijiang could speak, Zhurong, the Ancestral Witch of Fire, roared with laughter, his voice like thunder: "Bury them all! Anyone can talk big. Don't you, you scruffy bird, hide in the Heavenly Realm like you did the last two times, just to eke out a living?"

Zhu Rong's mockery instantly turned the faces of Di Jun and the other demons extremely gloomy!

Lei Zhizu Wu Qiangliang shouted, "Di Jun, you little brat, those few feathered beasts of yours slaughtered hundreds of millions of my Wu clan members and roasted my Great Wu Kuafu to death. Do you really want to settle this score with your demon race?"

"A few dead buffalo are far from enough?"

Gonggong coldly replied, "If you want war, then let's fight. The Wu tribe has never been afraid."

Jumang flapped his wings lightly, and endless vines grew from the void, weaving into a green canopy covering the sky: "If you don't give my Wu clan an explanation today, none of you demons will leave here."

The atmosphere instantly became extremely tense!

Two terrifying auras collided and clashed between heaven and earth, changing the color of the world, and causing countless living beings to tremble in fear under their power!

Hiding behind Hou Yi in the ruins of mountains thousands of miles away, Huang Long had now pushed the Pure World White Lotus to its limit, his entire being almost merging with the earth.

The short distance of ten thousand miles left Huanglong feeling utterly unsafe!

"Something big is about to happen... Are the two races about to launch a second full-scale war?"

He sighed inwardly, but his gaze involuntarily turned to the center of the battlefield, to Hou Yi, who was kneeling behind the Ancestral Witch, barely breathing but still standing tall.

With the protection of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, Hou Yi was out of danger.

But he himself was in trouble. At such close range, any slight movement he made would be noticed by the two quasi-saints.

He could only pray that the two sides wouldn't fight on the ground, otherwise the aftershocks alone would crush him.

Despite the roars of the Wu Clan's ancestral witches, Di Jun remained silent. He was pondering how much of a chance the demon race could have if they were to launch a full-scale war against the Wu Clan at this moment!

The two sides remained in silent confrontation for thirty-three breaths.

This silence is more terrifying than any roar.

Hundreds of millions of living beings on the southern continent of the primordial world, whether they were witches, demons, or other races, felt boundless fear at this moment.

With so many quasi-saints attacking at the same time, this entire land may be turned upside down several times over in the aftershocks of the battle.

While everyone remained silent!

"Then let's not talk about it."

Donghuang Taiyi suddenly spoke.

As he spoke, the Chaos Bell suddenly rang out.

"clang!!!"

Centered on the Chaos Bell, a transparent ripple, visible to the naked eye, spreads out in a spherical shape.

Wherever the ripples passed, space first froze, then shattered with a deafening roar.

And our ripples spread towards the Ancestral Witch until they reach out.

Seeing that Donghuang Taiyi had taken the initiative, the four Ancestral Witches, led by Houtu, unleashed their bloodthirsty aura that soared into the heavens.

Houtu was the first to stand in front.

This Ancestral Witch, ranked first in combat power, revealed her true form, towering ten thousand feet tall, with the vast and profound power of the earth surging continuously from beneath Houtu's feet.

A punch was thrown!

Chung Bo collided with the fist.

Space is breaking apart piece by piece.

Houtu's feet were connected to the primordial earth. She used her ancestral witch origin to communicate with the earth's veins and, with her own strength, managed to block the first wave of attacks from the innate treasure, the Chaos Bell.

Behind Houtu, three more Ancestral Witches revealed their true forms, each ten thousand feet tall. The three figures rose from the ground and, together with Houtu, surrounded Donghuang Taiyi.

At this moment, it's unclear whether it's one against four, or four against one.

Faced with the simultaneous attack of the four Ancestral Witches, Donghuang Taiyi showed no panic, as if these four masters posed no threat to him whatsoever.

He raised his right hand and lightly flicked the Chaos Bell with his index finger.

"clang--"

The powerful Zhongzhong wave spread upwards from the chaos once again, enveloping the four Ancestral Witches within it.

The immense bloodthirsty aura emanating from the Ancestral Witch was being gradually eroded, and this innate treasure was now unleashing unparalleled power.

Donghuang Taiyi single-handedly dragged four ancestral witches of the Wu tribe into the battlefield.

After Donghuang Taiyi made his move, Dijun, with the Hetu Luoshu above his head and the Sun God Sword in his hand, fought against Dijiang, the leader of the Ancestral Witches.

The battle between Dijiang and Dijun didn't involve many clashes of laws; it was simply a primal and violent collision between physical bodies and spiritual treasures.

Dijiang's spatial laws have reached a state of perfection.

Sometimes he transforms into a gigantic being, his fists slamming down with the weight of the entire space; other times he shrinks to the size of a mustard seed, weaving through the gaps in Di Jun's sword light, each appearance landing at the weakest point in Di Jun's defenses.

However, the Emperor, the ruler of the Heavenly Court, also demonstrated his immense power as the ruler of heaven and earth.

Faced with the attack of the Ancestral Witch Emperor Jiang, this ruler of the Heavenly Court did not dodge.

The Hetu and Luoshu floated above his head, their starlight illuminating thirty thousand miles.

Every ray of starlight is a manifestation of a destiny's trajectory, and every spatial leap Dijiang makes leaves a mark on the star map.

After three jumps, Di Jun was able to predict where he would appear.

The Sun God Sword was finally drawn.

When the sword was drawn, there was no light.

Instead, it plunged the world into darkness.

It was as if all the light had been absorbed by this sword. The blade was pure black, and this innate spiritual treasure, nurtured by the sun star, displayed its other powers.

Extremes beget their opposites; extremes turn into yin.

Di Jun's sword-wielding movements were slow, as if he were cutting through a solidified space.

Where the sword's edge slices through, it leaves an eternal trail of "darkness" in the void, a trail that space cannot heal and the laws cannot fill.

Dijiang's seventh spatial jump occurred precisely on the trajectory of the sword's edge.

"Sizzle!"

Even the incredibly powerful Ancestral Witch's true form was torn open by the sword's edge.

Silver blood gushed from Dijiang's left shoulder, each drop containing a miniature space that exploded into millions of spatial fragments upon landing.

In an instant, the spilled blood returned to Dijiang's body, and the wound torn by the sword's edge healed.

It was as if Di Jun's sword strike had not left any wound.

While the two tribal leaders were locked in a standoff!

A fierce cry came from Kunpeng.

The opponent chosen by the Demon Master Kunpeng was the Ancestral Witch Tianwu.

This Ancestral Witch of Wind has wind wings on her back and wind-related patterns engraved all over her body.

Both Kunpeng and Zuwu Tianwu are highly accomplished in the art of speed.

Two figures clashed and fought fiercely in mid-air at unparalleled speed!