Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

"As for the second axe blow...!"

Fuxi recalled that terrifying scene. If it weren't for the Dao Ancestor's intervention, the entire Heavenly Court would have been overthrown by that axe.

He said solemnly, "We only need to unleash more than 70% of the power of the Zhou Tian Star Array to block the edge of that axe!"

"According to our calculations, if the Witch Clan truly manages to unleash a third axe strike, we only need to unleash ninety percent of the power of the Zhou Tian Star Array to block it!"

As Fuxi spoke, he paused slightly and looked at Dijun: "Whether the Twelve Ancestral Witches can withstand the third swing of the axe is still unknown."

Upon hearing this, Di Jun smiled and declared loudly, "All resources of the Heavenly Court will be mobilized by the Demon Master and Xi Huang. I will increase the power of the Zhou Tian Star Array to ninety percent in the shortest possible time!"

Kunpeng and Fuxi bowed in unison: "As you command!"

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This day marks the end of the great battle between the Lich and Demon races in the southern part of the prehistoric world!

The Dao Ancestor appeared and stopped the fighting, setting a deadline for the Wu and Yao races to cease hostilities within a single era. This has now been exactly 129,600 years.

On this day, the sun star hung high in the sky, and the golden crows cried out on the Fusang Divine Tree, but it was only a lonely wail, and the magnificent scene of ten golden crows flying together in the past was gone.

As the sun rose to its zenith, countless beings in the primordial world who knew of the one-time cycle of the Wu and Yao races all turned their gazes in two directions:

One is Mount Buzhou, a pillar supporting the sky, the ancestral home of the Wu tribe, where the bloodthirsty aura soars straight to the heavens like smoke from a wolf's beacon.

One is the Thirty-Three Heavens, where the Demon Clan's Heavenly Court stands tall, the Zhou Tian Star Array faintly glows, and three Heavenly Gates open above the East, South, and North Continents.

"The time has come, and all beings are suffering!" On the summit of Mount Sumeru in the west, Amitabha Buddha lowered his eyes and sighed softly.

"What a show!" In the Biyou Palace on Jin'ao Island, the Tongtian Sect Leader gently stroked the Qingping Sword, his gaze piercing through the void.

A sea of ​​blood surged, and the Styx Ancestor stood atop a twelfth-grade crimson lotus of karmic fire, his two killing swords gleaming with a bloodthirsty light: "Kill...!"

However, as time passed, the decisive battle that everyone had been waiting for never came.

Outside the three Heavenly Gates of the Heavenly Court, countless demon soldiers stood in formation, their banners obscuring the sun, a vast and imposing sight!

However, the leaders were only a few demon kings at the Taiyi realm, and not even a single demon at the Daluo realm appeared, let alone Dijun, Taiyi, Fuxi, Kunpeng, and the ten demon saints.

Except for a few groups of demons who had an advantage in speed, those at the gate landed on the primordial land.

The other demon races were divided into several groups, shuttling back and forth among the stars in the heavens, seemingly patrolling the demon race's territory.

At the foot of Mount Buzhou, the war drums of the Wu tribes thundered as they scattered into the mountains to hunt down the demons who practiced the Demon Core Technique and to kill giant beasts for food.

However, the figures of the twelve ancestral witches never appeared outside of Buzhou Mountain.

The soaring, bloodthirsty aura, after briefly proclaiming its existence, receded into Mount Buzhou.

A day has passed!

One hundred days have passed!

A year has passed!

The heavens and earth continue to turn, and the sun, moon, and stars take turns.

The Witch Clan attacks the heavens, while the Demon Clan conquers the earth.

That life-or-death battle that should have torn the world apart, the struggle for supremacy over heaven and earth, seems to have been forgotten by both races.

"Strange..." Zhen Yuanzi Fuxi frowned inside Wuzhuang Temple. "It's one thing for Di Jun and Taiyi to be patient, after all, the Dutian Divine Fiend Formation is too terrifying, but how could those barbarians of the Wu Clan, with their fiery and roguish nature, restrain themselves?"

"There must be something fishy going on!" Styx looked at the underworld, which occupied half of the Blood Sea territory, with a hint of apprehension.

It's not that the Lich and Demon races are unwilling to immediately begin the final battle.

Instead, both sides need to maximize their final power before the decisive battle.

Before this, every bit of strength must be accumulated, and no flaws can be revealed.

Beneath the immortal volcano, after more than a thousand years, the chaotic aura that permeated the volcano has completely dissipated.

The volcanoes that were about to erupt subsided, and the scorching lava, suppressed by the restored phoenixes, flowed slowly like calm rivers through the crisscrossing veins of the earth.

Deep within a small volcano, a natural ley line node.

Huanglong sat cross-legged on a piece of fire-shaped primordial crystal, his body radiating Daoist energy that subtly resonated with the pulsations of the earth's veins deep within.

His eyes were closed, and runes containing the laws of fire were created and evolved around him.

Over the course of a thousand years, he was hired by Yuan Feng with a spiritual treasure whose origin was incomplete. With the boundless life-giving rain, he awakened one by one the hundred or so Phoenix Clan members who had suffered the loss of their origin due to the violent eruption of the Undying Volcano's earth veins and had fallen into silence.

For someone like him, a thousand years was but a blink of an eye, and he temporarily averted the crisis in this desolate wasteland!

Moreover, over the past thousand years, his mastery of the fire attribute laws has reached perfection, completing an important piece of his own Great Dao puzzle.

In the Xuanhuang Realm, this world, which he pioneered and evolved, has undergone tremendous changes over the past thousand years.

The Daoist aura emanating from that tea tree grew increasingly rich. Its three thousand leaves, each corresponding to one of the three thousand Great Dao Laws, with more than ten of them corresponding to the laws related to the Great Dao of Fire, were radiating a perfect, lustrous sheen.

The innate law runes on the leaves, which were originally somewhat incomplete and blurry, have now been completely restored. As they twist, it seems as if flames of true fire are rising or magma is erupting, and various fire-related phenomena are appearing.

The leaves themselves changed from green to crimson gold and fiery red, and wisps of Daoist charm emanated from the leaf surface, making the fire elemental spiritual energy in the Xuanhuang Realm more active by more than ten times.

This is Huanglong's greatest gain from comprehending the manifestation of the origin of fire in the immortal volcano.

"Buzz!!!"

When the last phoenix's plumage once again became dazzling, it raised its head and let out a clear, long cry.

The deal between Huanglong and Yuanfeng was finally completed.