Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

High in the heavens, the moon, which has hung high for billions of years,

It suddenly burst forth with a light as brilliant and bright as the sun.

In the moonlight, two figures slowly descended along with the light.

A woman dressed in a long golden dress, with a cool and aloof expression, surrounded by a faint moonlight.

One of them was dressed in a white palace gown, with an equally beautiful face, but with a gentler appearance.

These were two innate deities born on the Taiyin star, Xihe, the Heavenly Queen of Emperor Jun, and Changxi.

Zhen Yuanzi looked at Xihe and Changxi with a solemn expression.

Two quasi-saints, and their cultivation was no weaker than his.

If it were only Donghuang Taiyi, although he could not kill him, he could slowly deplete Donghuang Taiyi's essence!

Donghuang Taiyi either fled, leaving countless demons on this land to fend for themselves.

Either engage him in a slow and drawn-out battle, burning your own life force.

In any case, it will severely damage the demon race.

But the arrival of Xihe and Changxi instantly turned the tide.

With Chang Xihe and Xihe present, he could no longer cause any damage to Donghuang Taiyi.

Even if three quasi-saints joined forces, they might be able to keep him here.

Fortunately, Donghuang Taiyi's original essence has been greatly damaged, and his strength has been greatly reduced.

Zhen Yuanzi glanced at Donghuang Taiyi.

Donghuang Taiyi was also looking at him, his eyes filled with mockery.

"Zhen Yuanzi," Donghuang Taiyi spoke slowly, "didn't you want to avenge Hongyun?"

Come on!

Zhen Yuanzi remained silent for a moment, watching as Xihe and Changxi were about to descend upon the earth.

Then, he moved!

The innate top-grade spiritual treasure, the Earth Book, suddenly shone brightly, transforming into a beam of earth-yellow light that hurtled towards Donghuang Taiyi.

This attack unleashed the full power of a Quasi-Saint at his peak, a culmination of his pent-up rage accumulated over hundreds of thousands of years.

When faced with the attack that contained immense power, Donghuang Taiyi's expression changed drastically.

The source within his body burned continuously, urging the Chaos Bell to resist with all its might.

boom!!!

The bell rang out, and space shattered piece by piece around the two of them, with endless spatial turbulence swallowing everything it encountered.

Donghuang Taiyi grunted and was blasted a million miles away with the Chaos Bell before he stopped. His aura dimmed even more!

After unleashing a powerful attack, Zhen Yuanzi immediately withdrew his aura and merged it into the ground beneath his feet.

By the time Donghuang Taiyi came to his senses, Zhen Yuanzi had already vanished without a trace.

he's gone!

Knowing that he could no longer deplete Donghuang Taiyi's essence, he left without hesitation.

This is the innate, sacred way of life.

Where there is life, there is hope.

Donghuang Taiyi looked at the vanished Zhen Yuanzi with a gloomy expression.

He had already suffered great damage to his original essence, and now, after fighting Zhen Yuanzi, he burned up a lot of his original essence!

How long will it take to get back to my peak condition?

At this moment, Changxi and Xihe's figures appeared from the moonlight passage.

"Taiyi, Zhen Yuanzi can't escape. Once we deal with the Wu Clan, we'll level Wanshou Mountain!"

Upon hearing this, Donghuang Taiyi's expression returned to calm.

The most important thing at this moment is to collect the blood and souls of the human race.

When the demon race defeated the witch race and became the overlord of the primordial world, Zhen Yuanzi would not be able to escape.

Donghuang Taiyi's gaze fell upon the countless human tribes on the earth.

"Kill!" Donghuang Taiyi's voice was filled with murderous intent.

"Leave no one alive!"

He lowered his head, looking at the terrified humans on the ground, and at the old, weak, women and children who kept hiding and were found by the demon race, without a ripple in his eyes.

He originally thought that since the human race was created by Nuwa, there was no need to exterminate them.

Now that Zhen Yuanzi has taken away a portion of the human race, the remaining ones have no reason to exist.

All of it served as nourishment for the Slaughtering Witch Sword, contributing to the unification of the prehistoric world by the demon race.

"kill!"

The roars of the demon race echoed across the land.

All the demon races began their most ferocious massacre.

One by one, human tribes were reduced to ruins under the claws of the demon race.

Countless humans were reduced to blood mist before they could even scream, their souls being sucked into jade bottles suspended in the void.

Each jade bottle, filled with crimson blood and countless human souls, would be delivered to Donghuang Taiyi.

Donghuang Taiyi watched as the blood and soul of the human race emitted a strange power.

This power is something that neither the Witch Clan, the Demon Clan, nor any of the myriad races of the primordial era possess.

That belongs to the human race; it can both purify the demonic energy of the demon race and restrain the physical body of the witch race.

With these, the demon race's witch-slaying sword will surely succeed.

At that time, the end of the witch clan will come.

As for Zhen Yuanzi, he was nothing more than a piece of meat on the chopping board.

While the demon race continued to slaughter the human race.

In front of the Bajing Palace on Shouyang Mountain, a young Taoist priest knelt for a long time without getting up.

That delicate face was now streaked with tears.

He knelt on the hard stone slab, his forehead repeatedly striking the ground with a dull thud.

"teacher......!"

His voice was hoarse and choked with sobs.

"Please, save humanity."

The gates of the Eight Views Palace were tightly shut, and there was no response.

"Teacher, if you refuse to help, let me out. I want to save my people."

The Eight Views Palace remains closed.

Xuan Du, the only direct disciple of the Taiqing Sage, is kneeling before the Eight Views Palace, pleading with his teacher.

At first, when the demon race slaughtered the human race, he also believed that this was a calamity for the human race, and that the human race could survive it.

But when the Chaos Bell rang, he knew that humanity would not survive this calamity.

With Donghuang Taiyi personally taking action, in the entire primordial world, apart from the combined efforts of the Sages and the Twelve Ancestral Witches, no one could stop Donghuang Taiyi.

Xuandu sensed that the human race's fortune was constantly slipping away, and he knew that it was caused by the fall of countless humans.

He has been separated from the human race for hundreds of thousands of years since he became a disciple of the Taiqing Sect. Now he has the cultivation of a Great Luo Golden Immortal, but he is still a human.

Those being slaughtered are his people, his descendants.

He could hear their screams.

You can feel the fear and despair emanating from their countless souls.

They knelt before the Temple of the Holy Mother and before Shouyang Mountain, praying for the saint's protection.

But the Holy Mother who created them, and the Sage Taiqing who taught them the Great Way of cultivation, never responded.

"teacher......!"

Another kowtow.

Looking at the still silent Bajing Palace, Xuandu's Daoist aura was faintly dissipating, and his resolute Daoist heart was trembling.

Since he began practicing under the guidance of the Sage Taiqing, he has learned to be quiet and inactive, and to follow the natural order of heaven and earth.

He always thought he had grasped the true meaning of the Great Dao.

He always believed that his Daoist heart was as firm as a rock.

But now he realizes that what he called rock-solid was nothing more than something that had never been truly tested.

When countless clansmen die and billions of descendants turn into blood mist, can he still find peace?

Can he remain inactive?

It's impossible!

He really can't do it.

"teacher......!"

With another scream, Xuandu slammed his forehead heavily onto the stone slab.

His Dao heart, like that stone slab, began to show cracks.