Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

The mighty body of the Ancestral Witch was as fragile as tofu before the Witch-Slaying Sword, forged from the blood and souls of hundreds of millions of humans.

The next moment, his physical body began to disintegrate!

That flesh and blood body, comparable to a primordial spiritual treasure, gradually turned into nothingness.

Hou Yi, the archer who shot down nine suns and succeeded Houtu as the new Ancestral Witch; the man who wounded the primordial deity Xihe with a single arrow…

Just fell away.

"Hou Yi!"

"Hou Yi!"

"..."

Gonggong's roar resounded throughout heaven and earth.

Then, the roars of the other ancestral witches rang out one after another.

They watched as Hou Yi's body, split in two, slowly turned into nothingness.

His eyes were filled with disbelief, and endless grief and anger burst forth uncontrollably.

The youngest brother was cleaved in two by Di Jun's sword, without even a drop of blood being left behind.

"Kill him!"

Gonggong roared and charged toward Dijun.

The other ancestral witches dispersed, seemingly intending to surround Di Jun.

At this moment, all the Ancestral Witches had only endless killing intent in their eyes towards Di Jun.

They forgot that Di Jun held a sharp sword in his hand.

The sword that slayed Hou Yi, the ancestral witch, with a single stroke.

Di Jun's figure flashed, transforming into a golden rainbow, and he charged towards the group of Ancestral Witches!

The next moment, the golden rainbow and the lightning bolts intersected.

A dazzling sword light cleaved through the lightning and tore through the void.

A huge head flew high into the air.

The enormous body of the Ancestral Witch continued to fly forward at an extremely fast speed.

It gradually turned into nothingness in the void.

Another ancestral witch has fallen under the sword of witch slaying.

This is the Witch-Slaying Sword, specifically designed to counter the physical bodies of the Witch Clan.

Even the most innate treasures could not kill two ancestral witches in such a short time.

With the fall of Xizidu, the remaining Ancestral Witches remembered that Dijun held a supreme treasure that was specifically designed to subdue the Witch Clan.

One by one, the Ancestral Witches scattered in all directions, maintaining a great distance from Di Jun.

Their faces were incredibly grim as they looked at the Witch-Slaying Sword in Di Jun's hand.

The witch-slaying sword was now gleaming with an eerie light.

Amidst the sounds, one could faintly see countless human souls struggling and wailing.

The cold light emanating from the blade caused even the powerful ancestral witch's body to tremble slightly.

The Wu tribe is not afraid of death; even if they perish at the hands of the demon tribe after a great battle, they will not care.

What terrifies them is!

But that sword rendered their powerful bodies powerless.

With two sword strikes, he killed the two Ancestral Witches.

Di Jun looked at them, a cold smile playing on his lips.

Even the fearless Ancestral Witch has moments of fear.

His voice was hoarse, yet it revealed a kind of madness.

Come on!

"Let's avenge them!"

He brandished the Witch-Slaying Sword, its cold light flashing, forcing the ancestral witches to stay away.

In that instant, other quasi-saints of the demon race were about to join the battle.

"Di Jun, die!"

Dijiang, the leader of the Ancestral Witches, enveloped himself in layers of space, clenched his fist, and smashed it towards Dijun with a vast amount of baleful energy.

But a streak of icy blue light passed him at an even faster speed and headed straight for Di Jun.

"Xuanming!"

"Xuanming, you mustn't!" Dijiang roared.

But it was already too late.

Xuanming had already approached Dijun, and the Slaughtering Witch Sword in Dijun's hand also revealed a cold light as it came towards Xuanming.

Di Jun's ferocious expression was tinged with excitement; yet another Ancestral Witch was about to fall under his sword.

In an instant, Di Jun's excited eyes narrowed abruptly.

He sensed it!

I sensed the surging primal power within Xuanming, and the terrifying might that was about to erupt.

Xuanming.......

She didn't rush up there to die!

Instead, she used her ancestral witch essence to perish together with Emperor Jun.

Di Jun's heart jumped into his throat instantly.

But Xuanming's speed was too fast.

It was so fast that he didn't even have time to react.

boom!!!

A deafening explosion resounded throughout the heavens and earth.

The explosion shook the entire primordial world once again!

Beneath the earth, the long-broken ley lines were completely shattered, the sound of the breaking apart like the lament of the primordial world.

The icy blue flames, mixed with the primordial laws of the Ancestral Witches, transformed into a vast shockwave that spread in all directions.

The newly repaired void was torn apart once again, revealing the violent spatial turbulence within!

Behind them, the towering pillar that stood between heaven and earth trembled under this thunderous roar, and massive boulders, as large as mountains, crashed to the ground.

Di Jun's figure was engulfed by the shockwave.

A top-grade spiritual treasure that he had just unleashed shattered in this incredibly violent explosion.

His golden crow body was torn apart, crushed, and destroyed by this violent power!

He frantically burned his own life force in an attempt to resist this power.

An Ancestral Witch, an Ancestral Witch who ignited her own origin and self-destructed, her power far exceeded that of a Quasi-Saint.

Even if he is the Heavenly Emperor, even if he is also at the peak of Quasi-Saint, adorned with innate spiritual treasures...

Even that can't stop it!

puff......

Countless drops of golden blood sprayed out, only to be instantly evaporated into nothingness by that terrifying power.

His body flew backward and crashed heavily into the shattered void.

His aura was extremely weak.

His very essence was almost exhausted.

His spiritual attainment was on the verge of collapse.

But he did not perish.

"Xuanming!"

Jumang's screams mingled with the roar of heaven and earth.

He was closest to Xuanming and Houtu among all the Ancestral Witches.

They are the ancestral witch of earth, the ancestral witch of wood, and the ancestral witch of rain, their origins interdependent and mutually reinforcing.

But at this moment!

Xuanming is dead!

He died from a self-destruction!

Not even a trace was left.

In that instant, Jumang's eyes were filled with crimson!

"Di Jun!"

Jumang roared and transformed into a streak of green light, rushing towards Dijun.

Green flames erupted from his body; they were the essence of wood, the power of life.

At this moment, the power of life also contains endless destruction.

Di Jun had just escaped from Xuan Ming's self-destruction and hadn't even had a chance to catch his breath when he saw a green light rushing towards him!

His pupils, which had just relaxed, suddenly contracted again.

The violent fluctuations were remarkably similar to Xuanming's self-destruction.

The fear of death surged into my heart.

"No..." he screamed!

But it was too late.

boom!!!

Another earth-shattering explosion resounded throughout the vast wilderness.

Mount Buzhou, the pillar supporting the sky, had just stabilized when, under this terrifying shockwave, even more and larger rocks tumbled down like raindrops.

Another ancestral witch has self-destructed.

The essence of Gou Mang, everything about Gou Mang, transformed into the most terrifying killing intent at this moment, pouring towards Di Jun.

Di Jun's body was submerged once again.

This time, he couldn't hold on any longer.

The already damaged body of the Golden Crow disintegrated under the terrifying power generated by Gou Mang's self-destruction.

Di Jun's soul, primordial spirit, flesh and blood, and Dao fruit—everything—was erased in that instant.