Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

"Before the appointed time, the disciples of the three religions will first discuss the Dao."

"The timing is just right, so I can let you know the second reason for this discussion among the three religions."

Tongtian glanced at Guangchengzi and Duobao kneeling on the ground, smiled, and took over the words of Yuanshi Tianzun.

"After this is over, if you two still want to compete, I'll give you a chance!"

The two senior disciples spoke simultaneously: "This disciple dares not!"

"You two, get out of here!"

"Thank you, Senior Master/Uncle-Master!"

Upon hearing this, Guang Chengzi and Duobao Daoren bowed to each other and then retreated back to their respective disciples from the Chan and Jie sects.

Huang Long looked at the two men, noting a lingering fighting spirit in both. "It seems these two senior brothers won't concede to each other until a victor is decided."

On the high cloud bed, Taiqing Laozi, who had been lost in the chaos, opened his eyes at some point, exchanged a glance with Yuanshi Tianzun and Tongtian Jiaozhu, and then nodded slightly.

Suddenly, the Sage of Taiqing waved his sleeve, and a black and white light flew out from his sleeve, growing longer in the wind until it covered the entire Sanqing Peak. The Yin and Yang energies circulated endlessly, evolving into earth, water, fire, and wind.

It was none other than the supreme innate treasure—the Taiji Diagram!

The secrets of heaven suddenly became a chaotic mess, making it impossible to discern even the slightest detail. All the disciples on Sanqing Peak had temporarily "disappeared" from the primordial world.

Almost simultaneously, Yuanshi Tianzun calmly raised his head, and an ancient, simple banner appeared in his hand.

As the banner unfurled, streams of chaotic sword energy emanated, tearing through the void and freezing the earth, water, fire, and wind that evolved from the Tai Chi diagram!

As soon as this banner appeared, the surrounding space and time were frozen by an invisible force, all things stopped, and the rules bowed down.

It was none other than the innate treasure—the Pangu Banner!

The banners seemed to be fluttering in the wind, completely suppressing this space and time that was obscured by the Tai Chi diagram, and time stopped flowing here.

Seeing this, Lingbao Tianzun laughed loudly, "Excellent!" Four swords flew out and slashed into the void, severing cause and effect wherever they passed! It was none other than the innate killing treasure, the Zhuxian Sword!

The supreme power of the three innate treasures merged perfectly in silence.

Huanglong stared blankly at the three supreme treasures, which could have prompted three sages to unleash them simultaneously. He searched through the myths in his memory, and it seemed that apart from the Investiture of the Gods, there had never been a time when the Three Pure Ones had to act at the same time.

The next moment, in front of the Three Pure Ones, the void obscured by the Tai Chi diagram rippled like water, and a huge, incredibly clear scroll slowly unfolded.

Within the painting lies the center of that primordial world, the colossal pillar supporting the heavens, Mount Buzhou!

At the foot of the mountain, extending to the entire outer perimeter of Buzhou Mountain, to the south is a massive army of demons composed of countless creatures. Behind the demons, there are several spatial passages from which demons are constantly pouring out. To the north, the Wu Clan warriors are gathering. Although their numbers are less than a percent of the demons, each one is exceptionally brave.

The army of the witch clan was filled with murderous aura and bloodlust.

"The final battle between the Lich and Demon races has begun?"

"Isn't this a bit too early?"

Huanglong looked at the twelve figures standing tall and imposing, which were the twelve Ancestral Witches manifesting their true forms, blocking the way for the Witch Clan warriors.

The Space Ancestral Witch, Dijiang, is shaped like a yellow sac, red as cinnabar fire, with six legs and four wings. He is a chaotic, faceless being who controls the way of space and is the undisputed first ancestral witch of the witch clan.

Gonggong, the ancestral sorcerer of water, had a human face, a snake's body, and crimson hair, surrounded by black water. He controlled the Great Dao of Water and was the common ancestor of all waters in the primordial world.

Zhu Rong, the ancestral sorcerer of fire, had the head of a beast and the body of a human, covered in red scales, with fire snakes piercing his ears and fire dragons under his feet. The raging flames distorted and blurred the space around him.

Houtu, the ancestral witch of earth, controls the Great Dao of earth. When she treads on the earth, even Dijiang, the head of the ancestral witches, is crushed by her. At this moment, she reveals the body of the Great Dao, and her originally dignified and kind face is now filled with murderous intent.

Ru Shou, Ju Mang, Xuan Ming... one by one, the true forms of the Ancestral Witches manifested, some ferocious, some majestic, some cold, some murderous, and the power of the laws boiled around them.

Afterwards, the great shamans Hou Yi, Kua Fu, Xiang Liu, Jiu Feng, Xing Tian, ​​and dozens of others led their respective tribes' shaman warriors, staring at the shamans ahead, and unleashing earth-shattering battle roars.

Opposite them, high in the sky, the demon army was not only about to occupy the land, but countless birds in the sky were flapping their wings, confronting Yao Yao of the Wu Clan, and they were equally full of killing intent, just waiting for their emperor to give the order.

At the front of the battle, the Demon Emperor Di Jun, dressed in a golden robe woven from sun-refined gold, had a calm expression, but his eyes revealed a hint of killing intent as he looked at Di Jiang.

The innate spiritual treasures, the Hetu and Luoshu, floated above it, reflecting the celestial sphere's orbital trajectory and evolving the changes of the heavens, attempting to deduce the fortune of this battle. Although the heavenly secrets were in chaos, the aura of calamity was pervasive, and blood light soared into the sky, there was still a faint trace of the Great Dao opportunity within it.

This sliver of opportunity is crucial to his path to enlightenment, and even more so to the future and fortune of the demon race; otherwise, he would never have sent troops to the witch race so early.

"Brother, since the secrets of heaven are shrouded in mystery, then destroy the Witch Clan, and everything will become clear."

The one who spoke was none other than the Demon Emperor Taiyi.

Standing beside his brother, dressed in black with a cold expression, the innate treasure Chaos Bell floated beside him.

On the other side, the Demon Emperor Fuxi had a refined appearance and eyes as deep as the starry sea. His ten fingers were constantly moving, and a mysterious Daoist aura flowed around him. His ability to calculate the secrets of heaven was unparalleled in the primordial world. At this moment, he was doing his best to deduce the elusive opportunity of the Great Dao that Di Jun had mentioned.

Kunpeng remained hidden to the side, his eyes gleaming, seemingly calculating something.

Bai Ze, a wise man of the demon race, was in charge of coordinating the ten demon saints and the trillions of demon troops under his command.

The ten demon gods were: Ji Meng, with a human body and a dragon head, holding a magical steel fork; and Ying Zhao, with a human face and a horse body, tiger stripes on his body, bird wings on his back, and a solid iron cudgel in his hand.

Bai Ze understands all things and knows the state of the world... Each of them is infamous and highly skilled. At this moment, they are on high alert, leading their clans to stand together and confront the soaring evil aura of the Wu Clan.

Dijiang's chaotic, faceless body trembled, emitting a grand and chaotic voice that resounded throughout heaven and earth: "Dijun! Taiyi! You dare to bring your army to my Wu tribe, then you and your billions of demons will become food for my Wu tribe's sons."

Di Jun, his face contorted with anger, rebuked:

"Dijiang, I haven't settled accounts with your Wu clan for your previous ambush of my camp. Furthermore, your Wu clan has been wantonly hunting down my demon descendants and plundering spiritual roots and immortal herbs. Today, I will make your Wu clan pay the price!"

Hearing this, Huanglong stared blankly, realizing that he was also partly responsible for the war between the two races.

Dijiang sneered: "Dijun! My Wu clan are descendants of Pangu, the father god, flowing with his blood. You myriad spirits of the primordial world were created by the father god. To become food for my clan is an honor for your demon race!"

Taiyi shook the Chaos Bell, its sound resounding in the ears of countless demons: "Today, I will wipe the Wu Clan from the primordial world, and let's see who dares to eat my race again."

"Hmph! Enough talk! Let's fight!"

Zhu Rong, with the most violent temper, took a step forward, and the fire dragons beneath his feet roared. The raging flames transformed into nine enormous fire dragons, which took the lead in attacking the demon race's lines. The scorching air waves made the space seem to melt.

The great battle erupted instantly!

"kill!"

"Crush the Witch Clan!"

The witch clan, with their feet firmly planted on the ground, charged fiercely towards the demon clan.

The demon army also let out sharp screechs, like rolling black clouds or a torrential flood.

In an instant, the two torrents collided!

The most brutal melee erupted instantly. Sharp teeth and claws tore flesh apart, divine powers roared, screams and screams filled the air, and the sound of bodies being torn apart... countless sounds converged into a symphony of destruction.