Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

done?

Di Jun's eyes shone brightly with golden light.

But at that moment, the rising aura of the Slaughtering Witch Sword weakened again.

Di Jun frowned.

Not enough...?

He looked at the four Great Luo Realm demons and took a deep breath.

"continue!"

Kunpeng grabbed the four Great Luo Realm demons and brought them to his front.

They are among the few demon races to have advanced to the Great Luo Realm in hundreds of thousands of years.

They should have been the backbone of the demon race.

They were at the forefront of the demon race's slaughter of humans...!

But at this moment, all their power was bound, and they awaited their fate of being slaughtered.

Kunpeng walked up to the golden-winged roc.

The Golden-Winged Roc looked up at him, its eyes filled with anger and resentment.

His mouth opened and closed, as if he wanted to say something.

Kunpeng hesitated for a moment, then released a sliver of the restraint.

"Demon Master...!" the golden-winged roc suddenly cried out, its voice shrill, "I have shed blood for His Majesty! I have rendered service to the demon race! You cannot kill me! You cannot!"

Kunpeng looked at him, a complex expression flashing in his eyes.

Then he imprisoned the golden-winged roc once again.

Bang......!

Blood mist filled the air!

The newly promoted Great Luo Immortal of the demon race has thus perished.

boom!boom!

Two more demons at the Great Luo Realm were turned into blood mist in Kunpeng's hands, and countless human souls were thrown into the Witch-Slaying Sword.

When Kunpeng reached the last three-legged golden toad of the demon race, just as he was about to raise his hand to kill it...

The witch-slaying sword suddenly trembled violently.

A dazzling light burst forth from the sword, shooting straight into the sky and illuminating the entire Gu Luo Heaven, shining upon the Thirty-Three Heavens.

The sharpness emanating from the sword's blade sent a chill down the spines of all the demons in the celestial realm.

The fluctuations of the Slaughtering Witch Sword drew the attention of several saints.

Become!

This time it really worked.

Kunpeng's hand stopped in mid-air, and he turned to look at the witch-slaying sword that radiated a dazzling light.

With a wave of his hand, strands of true solar fire, carrying the Slaughtering Witch Sword, landed in Di Jun's hand.

Di Jun gripped the sword, feeling the terrifying power emanating from it, which was a convergence of the souls of countless human beings. A joyful smile appeared on his face.

The power emanating from those billions of human souls was too strong and too divine, even he felt a slight tremor in his heart.

The sharpness contained within that power seemed capable of severing everything, rendering even the Ancestral Witch's body, which held immense power over top-grade innate spiritual treasures, utterly useless before it.

"It's done!"

Kunpeng's voice rang out, tinged with a hint of excitement.

"Your Majesty, the Witch-Slaying Sword is complete!"

The three-legged toad, awaiting its fate of death, suddenly raised its head.

The deathly stillness in his eyes vanished instantly, replaced by a longing for life.

done?

The sword is finished?

Does that mean... he doesn't have to die?

Looking at the dazzling light emanating from the Slaughtering Witch Sword in Di Jun's hand, at the smile on Di Jun's face, and at the excited expression on Kunpeng's face, the fear of death in his heart instantly vanished.

They survived!

He opened his mouth, wanting to speak, wanting to thank His Majesty, wanting to express his loyalty...!

Just then, Di Jun made a move.

His figure flashed, and he instantly appeared in front of the three-legged golden toad.

The witch-slaying sword in his hand radiated a terrifying sharpness.

The three-legged toad's pupils suddenly contracted.

He opened his mouth, as if to say something...!

A flash of sword light!

The three-legged toad's body, soul, and spirit were split in two.

Di Jun looked at him with a cold expression.

"If we're going to make it complete, then we should make it complete."

The Slaughtering Sword suddenly unleashed a terrifying suction force, drawing the three-legged golden toad's soul and primordial spirit, along with the countless human souls trapped within its body, into the sword.

At the same time, a burst of true solar fire fell upon the three-legged golden toad, engulfing it.

Having absorbed the human soul from the three-legged golden toad's body, the Witch-Slaying Sword trembled slightly once more!

The dazzling light became even more intense, more radiant, and more captivating.

A moment later, the light slowly faded, and everything returned to calm.

Di Jun gently stroked the jet-black sword, its blade radiating a faint, strange sharpness.

He gripped the sword hilt and once again probed his primordial spirit into the sword.

This time, he sensed it.

This sword is finally complete!

That strange power, that power that was etched into the flesh of the witch clan, finally reached its peak.

Before this sword, the barbarians of the Wu tribe, who rely on their physical bodies, will be no different from ordinary demonic beasts.

Di Jun raised his head and looked at Kunpeng, Fuxi and Bai Ze.

"The Demon Master, Fuxi, and Bai Ze."

The three high-ranking officials of the Heavenly Court bowed simultaneously, saying, "Your Majesty, we are here!"

Di Jun's voice carried a heavy sense of authority and killing intent.

"Reorganize the demon army."

"This time...!"

Di Jun brandished his longsword, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

"I will flatten Mount Buzhou!"

......

Meanwhile, on the Sun Star.

This is a being that illuminates the vast and boundless world, bringing light and warmth to countless living beings.

A towering Fusang tree, rooted in the Sun Star, draws upon the Sun Star's essence, and every leaf burns with the blazing fire of the Sun.

A three-legged golden crow that had been resting with its eyes closed on a Fusang tree suddenly opened its eyes and transformed into a golden rainbow, heading towards the Thirty-Third Heaven.

Donghuang Taiyi!

The Chaos Bell was above his head, and his body emanated a vast aura.

The original source that was once severely damaged has now been restored to its original state.

Of the three marks on the Chaos Bell, only two remain now, extremely faint!

He received a summons from Di Jun.

He knew that the time for a decisive battle with the witch clan had come.

Behind Donghuang Taiyi, the innate top-grade spiritual root stood quietly on the Sun Star.

The seemingly vibrant mulberry leaves began to fall one by one after Donghuang Taiyi left.

The entire hibiscus tree instantly dimmed, as if it had experienced millions of years of vicissitudes, or as if it had suffered a severe blow...!

That was the price Donghuang Taiyi paid to regain his peak condition.

It was only because Donghuang Taiyi extracted most of the essence of this top-grade innate spiritual root that it was able to recover to its original state in such a short time.

Even the innate treasure, the Chaos Bell, is almost repaired.

The Fusang tree is the symbiotic spiritual root of Donghuang Taiyi and Dijun.

But at this moment, for the great cause of the demon race, for defeating the demon race, for unifying the prehistoric world...!

It was all worth it.

A golden swan streaked through the void and disappeared into the depths of the Thirty-Three Heavens.

On the hibiscus tree, the last mulberry leaf quietly fell into the true fire of the sun and turned to ashes.

......

In front of the North Heavenly Gate!

Di Jun held the Witch-Slaying Sword in his hand, waiting quietly.

Fuxi, Bai Ze, and Kunpeng, holding the Hetu and Luoshu, stood quietly behind Dijun.

Behind them, countless demon armies were gathering.