Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

In the Heavenly Realm, within the Thirty-Three Heavenly Domains.

In one of the heavenly realms, in order to complete the Zhou Tian Xing Dou Grand Array with 365 Great Luo Realm demons, the demon race adopted a strategy similar to raising Gu poison, and eventually cultivated more than 200 pseudo-Great Luo Realm demons.

Therefore, it was named Gu Luo Tian by the demon race.

But at this moment, in the Gu Luo Heaven, a huge furnace sits on a high platform.

The furnace was dark gold in color, with countless mysterious patterns engraved on its surface.

As time passed, the patterns seemed to come alive, slowly undulating and emitting a faint crimson glow.

The furnace was burning with flames that even a Great Luo Golden Immortal would fear.

It was the true fire of the sun, the natal fire of Emperor Jun, and one of the hottest and most domineering flames in the entire primordial world.

Inside the furnace, as the true fire of the sun rose, a divine sword floated within.

At the edge of the sword, strange rays of light could be faintly seen flowing. The light was sometimes calm, and sometimes it exuded an extremely sharp aura.

Strangely, countless illusory shadows could be faintly seen within the sword's blade.

Those shadows seemed trapped in the world of swords, densely packed and layered upon each other.

They were wailing and struggling, seemingly suffering endless torment from the sword.

Each wail released a strange power that merged into the blade.

Those are the souls of the human race.

The souls of hundreds of millions of people.

They were deeply forged into this sword, becoming a part of it, the source of its sharp and strange power.

A figure stood beside the gas stove.

The figure wore a golden imperial robe, with a dignified and indifferent expression.

He was surrounded by a faint solar flame, echoing the flames in the furnace.

His gaze fell on the witch-slaying sword that was being forged, and as he watched the blade grow ever sharper, an undisguised excitement and longing flashed in his eyes.

Di Jun.

The Heavenly Emperor of the Demon Clan rules the Heavenly Realm and is the ruler of billions of demons.

Countless jade bottles floated around him.

Each jade bottle was filled with crimson blood and struggling souls.

Those materials were obtained by Donghuang Taiyi leading countless demons and almost slaughtering the human race.

With a wave of his hand, Di Jun caused a jade bottle to float slowly in front of him.

He glanced at the struggling human soul in the jade bottle, and without the slightest hesitation, threw it directly into the furnace.

The jade bottle melted instantly in the true fire of the sun, turning into nothingness.

The blood and soul in the bottle were enveloped by Di Jun's magic and slowly guided towards the witch-slaying sword.

The blood fell onto the sword and was instantly absorbed, leaving no trace.

The human souls merged into the sword, becoming one with the countless wailing shadows, and thus becoming part of the sword.

When the blood and soul that Di Jun had poured in were completely consumed, the sword trembled slightly, the strange light shone even brighter, and the blade became even sharper.

Di Jun remained indifferent.

He waved his hand, and one by one, the jade bottles lined up and were thrown into the gas furnace.

After an unknown amount of time, the densely packed jade bottles were finally emptied.

When the last jade bottle was thrown into the furnace, the blood and soul within were absorbed by the sword.

The Witch-Slaying Sword trembled slightly.

The human souls within the sword wailed even more miserably, and their strange light shone even brighter, suppressing the light emitted by the true sun fire in the furnace.

Di Jun reached out and beckoned, and the sword flew up automatically and landed in his hand.

Fresh from the furnace, the sword was icy cold, exuding a bone-chilling cold.

The chill seemed to emanate from the depths of his soul, causing even Di Jun, a primordial deity born from the Sun Star, to feel a slight tremor in his heart.

Di Jun could feel the power contained within the sword blade, a power specifically designed to restrain the physical bodies of the Wu Clan.

Holding the Witch-Slaying Sword, Di Jun seemed to see the powerful bodies of the Twelve Ancestral Witches being cut into pieces by his sword.

He witnessed the fall of all twelve Ancestral Witches, the defeat of the Witch Clan army, and the demon race's trampling of Mount Buzhou, becoming the overlords of the primordial world.

And he, Di Jun, the Heavenly Emperor of the Demon Clan, will become the ruler of the primordial world and attain that supreme and unparalleled position.

"Hahaha!"

He couldn't help but throw his head back and laugh loudly, the sound echoing throughout the Gu Luo Heaven, causing the world to change color!

"Um!"

Just then...!

His whistling stopped abruptly.

His brows suddenly furrowed.

He looked at the illustrated guide in his hand, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.

wrong!

This sword is indeed very powerful, and its sharpness did indeed make him feel a little uneasy.

But deep down, a voice was whispering in his heart, telling him...!

not enough!

This sword is not yet finished.

The sword's sharpness was insufficient to cleave through the physical bodies of all the Ancestral Witches!

Di Jun's face instantly darkened.

He gently stroked the Witch-Slaying Sword, using his spiritual sense to subtly perceive the sharpness of the blade.

He even probed his primordial spirit into the sword, making contact with the countless human souls and feeling the power that restrained the physical bodies of the witch race.

Not pure enough, not intense enough, not...!

Not complete!

Di Jun withdrew his primordial spirit, opened his eyes, and looked at the Slaughtering Witch Sword with a hint of doubt in them.

Is this a warning from Heaven?

Or was it the fluctuations in the fate of the demon race that were reminding him?

he does not know!

But he was certain that if this sword was not strong enough, his dream of becoming the supreme ruler of the primordial world would be nothing but a bubble, bursting at the slightest touch.

"Fuxi, Kunpeng, Bai Ze, come to Gu Luo Tian immediately."

Di Jun's voice rang in the ears of Fu Xi and the others.

Fuxi, Kunpeng, and Bai Ze exchanged glances, a hint of doubt flashing in their eyes.

Gu Luo Tian?

That's where the Witch-Slaying Sword was forged. Your Majesty, why summon them there at this time? Could it be...?

Kunpeng looked at Fuxi and Bai Ze and spoke first: "Since His Majesty has summoned us, there must be important business. Let us depart immediately!"

Bai Ze said with some worry, "What about the Zhou Tian Star Array...?"

After a moment's thought, Fuxi said, "The Wu Clan has retreated to Buzhou Mountain and will not wage war again for some time. Let the three Great Luo Realm demons temporarily take charge and keep the Zhou Tian Star Array intact!"

Bai Ze and Kunpeng both nodded in agreement.

Soon, three newly recruited Great Luo demons were summoned into the formation and temporarily took their places.

Kunpeng, Fuxi, and Bai Ze then left the great formation and entered the North Heavenly Gate.

Within the Gu Luo Heaven!

When Kunpeng and the others arrived, Dijun was standing beside the huge furnace, staring at the Witch-Slaying Sword with a furrowed brow.

"Your Majesty!" Fuxi, Kunpeng, and Bai Ze bowed in unison.

Di Jun put down the Witch-Slaying Sword, looked at them, and nodded slightly.

"You've arrived!"

"Look at this witch-slaying sword."

Di Jun handed over the Sword of Slaughtering Witches.

Kunpeng was the first to step forward, take the sword, and examine it closely.

Kunpeng paid no heed to the wails of the countless human souls within the sword!

The strange sharpness of the sword amazed Kunpeng.