Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

Huanglong was also somewhat confused about the situation on the battlefield. Logically speaking, both the Wu and Yao races were constantly developing and growing stronger, and their racial fortunes were constantly rising.

The only question is why the demon race's Emperor Jun, Taiyi, and others have improved so much, and even a group of demon saints have reached the late stage of quasi-saint.

However, looking at the Ancestral Witches, a long time has passed since they last caused a ruckus in Emperor Jun's bridal chamber.

Although the strength of the Ancestral Witches had also improved, compared with the demon race, the extent of their improvement was far beyond what was expected.

Could it be that the Ancestral Witches consumed too much of their essence and blood when creating billions of witches, thus affecting their strength?

Just then!

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

At the center of the battlefield, Donghuang Taiyi, who was confronting the three ancestral witches Houtu, Zhurong, and Gonggong, suddenly activated the Chaos Bell, which rang three times in succession.

The moment the waves of the bell rippled outwards, the divine fire unleashed by Zhu Rong froze in mid-air.

Within the area enveloped by the Chaos Bell, this space was frozen.

Together with the true form of the ancestral witch Zhu Rong, who was ten thousand feet tall, it was trapped inside.

"Time and space...?"

Zhu Rong's crimson eyes stared intently from behind the solidified flames, fixed on a distance of a hundred miles.

Donghuang Taiyi strolled through the void, his left hand holding the Chaos Bell.

The supreme treasure that created the world was only about a foot in size in his hand at the moment, and every time the bell rang, it caused the surrounding space to ripple like water.

Donghuang Taiyi, dressed in a long golden robe, had a calm expression that was almost cold. The three Ancestral Witches who had revealed their true forms posed no threat to him.

"Zhurong, your fire cannot burn through time and space." Taiyi spoke, his voice like the lingering echo of a bell, reverberating layer upon layer in the frozen space and time. "Houtu, your fist is still not big enough, not hard enough."

As soon as he finished speaking, he shook the Chaos Bell again.

The Chaos Bell trembled slightly.

"Thump—"

The fourth chime.

This time, time and space are "folded".

Centered on the Chaos Bell, the area within a million miles was cut into layers of spatial fragments.

The three Ancestral Witches were imprisoned within, the central replication space was sealed, and even time was almost completely frozen.

"break!!!"

Gonggong's roar was stretched into a strange buzzing sound.

His ancestral witch body, towering ten thousand feet tall, bulged with muscles, and the laws of the Great Dao of Water manifested. Billions of divine waters surged from the cracks in the void, condensing into nine pitch-black water dragons in his palm.

The water dragon roared as it broke through the first, second, and third layers of spacetime barriers. With each layer it broke through, the water dragon's body dimmed a little.

When it reached the twenty-seventh floor, the water dragon completely froze in mid-air, transforming into nine crystal-clear ice veins that shimmered with an eerie, cold light in the still spacetime.

Houtu's feet tread on the earth.

She is the ancestral witch of the earth, breathing with the primordial land. As long as she stands on the earth, her power is inexhaustible.

The boundless power of the earth condensed on Houtu's fist, each punch creating a layer of space. After Houtu threw countless punches, she finally shattered the space frozen by the Chaos Bell.

......

On another battlefield, the battle between Di Jun and Di Jiang has reached a fever pitch.

Above Di Jun's head, the Hetu and Luoshu unfolded like a starry sea array, with the stars of the heavens flickering and revolving within it, and countless possibilities of the past and future rising and falling within it.

Holding the Sun God Sword, he drew upon the boundless essence of the great sun, causing the temperature in this area to reach an incredibly terrifying level. Normally, a Great Luo Golden Immortal would be roasted to a crisp in no time if he entered.

His opponent, the Space Ancestral Witch Dijiang, had now expanded his true form to 12,000 zhang.

With six legs and four wings, and a faceless, chaotic form, this is the true form of Dijiang, the ancestral shaman.

Each flap of its four wings tore long spatial rifts in the void; each step of its six legs shattered and reformed the space in that area.

He is the embodiment of space, and should be invincible.

But at this moment, the scales on the left wing of Dijiang's four wings are peeling off piece by piece.

At this moment, Dijiang was constantly traversing the void, but every time he appeared, a golden sword light was waiting for him!

"Dijiang, every time you travel, you are within the calculations of the Hetu and Luoshu."

Di Jun's voice, which was full of killing intent, was now filled with pleasure. In the previous duel, he had been at a disadvantage in every clash with Di Jiang.

But today, he firmly suppressed Dijiang, and the other Ancestral Witches were also suppressed by the Heavenly Court Demon Saint.

The Heavenly Court now holds a firm advantage over the Witch Clan.

If all the Ancestral Witches are killed today, then I, Di Jun, will become the first overlord of the prehistoric world and completely refine that one and only supreme position!

"Dijiang, your Wu tribe has lost!"

Dijiang remained silent.

Di Jun, who was previously crushed by him, is now suppressing him in every way!

His every change and movement in space was within the scope of the Hetu Luoshu deduction.

Di Jun doesn't need to be stronger than Di Jiang; he only needs to make the most precise, restrained, and "correct" response at every point in time.

Round after round, Dijiang's every attack was neutralized, and every change of move was anticipated. Dijun's every sword strike could hurt him, although this injury was nothing to him.

"You think you can win just by using deduction?"

Dijiang suddenly smiled, revealed his true form from the space, and landed on the ground.

Strands of incredibly powerful bloodthirsty energy surged forth from Di Jiang's body, swirling around him.

Dijiang clenched his fist, and the surrounding space shattered.

Looking at Di Jun, who was radiating endless light in the sky, Di Jiang slowly said, "Let me show you that the most powerful thing about my Wu Clan is not the laws, but the physical body!"

Dijiang threw a punch that traversed layers of space, instantly appearing in front of Dijun.

Di Jun seemed to have anticipated this sudden punch, as the Sun God Sword in his hand had been waiting there all along.

"boom!"

The fist collided with the Sun God Sword, unleashing terrifying power that obliterated the surrounding space piece by piece.

Di Jun's eyes narrowed suddenly; Di Jiang's fist collided with the Sun God Sword and he was completely unharmed.

Dijiang laughed heartily: "Again!"

Another punch pierced through endless space and slammed into Di Jun.

Looking at the sudden outburst of Dijiang, Huanglong realized that his vision was still too limited. This group of quasi-saints was not something that he, a Da Luo Jinxian, could easily see through.

Skipping over the area where Di Jun and Di Jiang were fighting, Huang Long turned his attention to other battlefields.

Kunpeng faced Tianwu, Fuxi faced Goumang, and the Ancestral Witches and Demon Saints fought back and forth, and it was impossible to tell who would win or lose in the short term!

There was only one battlefield where Huanglong was absolutely certain that the Ancestral Witches were at a disadvantage, and he was absolutely certain of that.