Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

As soon as Tongtian finished speaking, the four killing swords around him trembled and emitted a clear sword cry, as if praising what he had said.

"The Wu Clan's formations emphasize imposing presence and power; under the axe's light, it resembles the creation of heaven and earth," commented the Tongtian Sect Master. "However, the Twelve Ancestral Witches lack primordial spirits, and the condensed shadow of Pangu lacks sentience and transformation...!"

"The demon race's formations were created to resist the Great Formation of the Heavenly Gods and Demons. They are most focused on defense, such as the Zhou Tian Star Formation, but they are too passive, only defending and not attacking, and eventually there will be loopholes."

"And all 365 demon clan Grand Luo Immortals are indispensable!"

He looked at the crowd, his eyes gleaming:

"Cultivating the Tao is not just about blindly practicing. Observe the paths of others to understand your own path."

"These two formations may seem insignificant to the sage, but they offer valuable lessons for you."

All the disciples bowed in unison: "We will humbly obey our Master's teachings!"

In the west, Mount Sumeru.

In the mountains, Vajra paths radiate countless rays of auspicious energy, and golden lotuses bloom in the Eight Treasures Merit Pool, permeating the air with the aura of merit.

At this moment, the atmosphere by the Eight Treasures Merit Pool was somewhat solemn.

The Guide Daoist sat cross-legged beside the Merit Pool, his face filled with sorrow and his eyes lowered.

Zhunti Daoist paced to the side, turning the Seven Treasures Tree back and forth in his hands, his expression shifting between light and dark.

Just now, the two of them used their divine powers as sages to observe the battle between the Wu and Yao tribes at Mount Buzhou.

Although the Lich and Demon races had retreated, the aura of world-destroying destruction still lingered in the minds of the two saints.

After a long while, Zhunti stopped and looked at Jieyin.

"Senior brother," his voice was noticeably hoarse, "did you see everything clearly in that battle?"

The Guide slowly opened his eyes, his gaze filled with sorrow, yet also revealing a complex meaning!

"What if you see it clearly, or what if you don't!"

Zhunti took a deep breath: "That second axe from the phantom of Pangu... even if you and I were saints, we would probably have difficulty withstanding it."

The guide was saddened!

Zhunti added, "The defenses of the Zhou Tian Star Array during its operation... I cannot break through them in a short time!"

The guidance remained bleak!

Zhunti paced a few more steps, then suddenly stopped and looked at Jieyin: "Senior brother, you and I attained enlightenment the latest, and our foundations are the shallowest. If we were demons...!"

Jieyin raised his eyes and looked at Zhunti, who said with a solemn expression, "If the Wu and Yao tribes attack Mount Sumeru together with two separate formations...!"

He didn't finish speaking, but the meaning was already quite clear.

Jieyin slowly rose, his withered figure moving slowly by the Eight Treasures Merit Pool, his eyes still filled with sorrow.

"Junior brother," he spoke, his voice hoarse, "what are you afraid of?"

Zhunti was taken aback!

Jieyin looked at him and continued, "Afraid that the Witch and Demon races will come together? Afraid that you and I are no match for those two great formations? Afraid that Mount Sumeru will be destroyed again? Afraid that the Western Religion that you and I have worked so hard to build will perish?"

Zhunti was disheartened!

Jieyin sighed softly, "Although you and I attained enlightenment the latest and have the shallowest foundations, we are still saints after all. Saints are in harmony with the Dao and are indestructible through countless eons. No matter how strong those two formations are, they cannot kill a saint."

Zhunti said, "But they can destroy Mount Sumeru, and they can annihilate the disciples of the Western Sect...!"

Jieyin shook his head: "The mountain gate may be destroyed and rebuilt, and disciples can be recruited again. As long as you and I are still alive, the Western Sect will exist."

After saying this, Jieyin paused, then added, "If the Wu and Yao races can truly abandon their hatred, then the ones who should be worried are the Three Pure Ones and Nuwa."

Upon hearing this, Zhunti took a deep breath and gradually calmed down.

Now, the Wu and Yao races, one occupying the Heavenly Realm and the other occupying the vast territory around Buzhou Mountain, if they could truly put aside their hatred, their spearhead would surely be directed at the Three Pure Ones and other saints, rather than this barren land in the West.

As for getting the Wu and Yao races to put aside their hatred, no one can do it unless the Dao Ancestor intervenes again.

But the trace of worry in Zhunti's eyes did not disappear.

"Senior Brother!" Zhunti said softly, "You and I, along with the Three Pure Ones, are all disciples of the Dao Ancestor. They already had profound foundations and were favored by our teacher, who bestowed upon them supreme treasures. You and I only have the Twelve-Petaled Golden Lotus of Merit to protect us...!"

Jieyin looked at Zhunti and reminded him, "Junior Brother, be careful what you say!"

Zhunti glanced at the void above, but said nothing more.

Jieyin looked eastward, towards the spatial turbulence that was recovering atop Mount Buzhou.

"The fighting between the Lich and the Demon race will not stop until one side is completely wiped out."

"We only need to observe the situation and wait for the right time to help those who need it. That will be the day when the West prospers."

As Zhunti listened, the slight unease in his heart gradually subsided!

Above the sea of ​​clouds in the Thirty-Third Heaven, inside the Lingxiao Palace.

The atmosphere in the hall was so heavy that it almost suffocated the demon.

Emperor Jun sat high on the throne of the Heavenly Emperor, his face gloomy.

Your Highness, Fuxi and Kunpeng stood at the forefront, followed by the Ten Great Demon Saints.

Beside Emperor Jun, the two Heavenly Consorts on the Empress's throne also had gloomy expressions.

Fuxi's aura was weak, which was caused by the great array that mobilized the Hetu Luoshu and the stars that covered the sky, which consumed a lot of his mental energy.

Kunpeng narrowed his sinister eyes slightly, seemingly lost in thought.

Donghuang Taiyi had already returned to the Sun Star to recover his depleted essence.

The 365 Great Luo Demon Clan members have been arranged to recuperate in a Daoist temple!

All the rare and precious materials, immortal herbs and spiritual medicines of the Heavenly Court are given priority to these Great Luo Immortals of the demon race, in an effort to help them recover to their peak condition in the shortest possible time.

Di Jun's gaze slowly swept over the various demon saints in the hall.

Finally, it fell upon Fuxi.

"Fuxi!" Di Jun spoke, his voice deep, "What do you have to say about this battle?"

Fuxi took a deep breath and stepped forward: "Your Majesty, I am guilty. I failed in my duty in setting up the formation, which led to the fall of twelve Great Luo demons and damage to the Zhou Tian Star Array. I am willing to accept punishment."

Emperor Jun waved his hand: "I don't want to punish anyone. I need to know what the Heavenly Court should do next."

Fuxi pondered for a moment and said, "Your Majesty, although we were defeated in this battle, it has also proven one thing."

Di Jun raised an eyebrow: "What is it?"

Fuxi said, "The Zhou Tian Star Array can indeed withstand the Du Tian Divine Fiend Array."

Inside the hall, everyone's eyes were on Fuxi.

Di Jun's eyes flickered slightly: "Continue!"

Fuxi said, "The first and second axe blows of Pangu's shadow were perfectly blocked by the Zhou Tian Star Formation...!"

"It was only when the second axe of Pangu's Shadow collided with the Zhou Tian Star Array that it tore through space, pierced through the chaos, and attracted the chaotic energy, causing the twelve Great Luo Realm demons to perish, resulting in the incompleteness of the Zhou Tian Star Array."

"The power contained in the third axe was far less than that of the first axe, proving that the Twelve Ancestral Witches were clearly exhausted after striking twice with their axe."

He paused, then emphasized, "Your Majesty, the defeat in this battle was not due to the weakness of the Zhou Tian Star Array, but rather because the Zhou Tian Star Array had not yet been repaired when the chaotic energy appeared, and thus failed to isolate the chaotic energy, leading to the fall of the Great Luo Immortal of the Demon Clan."

Upon hearing this, Di Jun fell into deep thought.

Kunpeng then spoke, his voice somber: "What Xi Huang said is correct. That chaotic energy is something even a Great Luo Golden Immortal cannot withstand...!"

He shook his head and didn't continue.