Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

On the Three Pure Peaks, the disciples watched the great battle between the two races through the supernatural powers manifested by the three sages. All the disciples were pale-faced. In this great battle, the Great Luo Immortals could barely protect themselves, and all those below the Golden Immortal level were cannon fodder. As for the Golden Immortals and Taiyi Golden Immortals, they were just slightly stronger cannon fodder.

Every moment of the great battle saw Wu warriors blasted into dust by demonic magic, and demons torn apart by the Wu's powerful bodies. Blood rained down, and huge limbs and severed arms crashed down like meteorites, turning Buzhou Mountain crimson.

The high-end combat forces that determine the course of the battlefield cause chaos and disorder in the laws of nature.

Dijiang traversed space and instantly appeared in front of Dijun, his sharp claws piercing through the light and grabbing straight down.

Di Jun's head was filled with the radiant light of the Hetu and Luoshu, the Daoist rhyme flowing, and the illusory images of billions of stars rotating, turning into layers of barriers to block him from the outside. At the same time, he waved his hand to summon the true fire of the sun, burning Di Jiang in the space along with it.

Gonggong stirred up the primordial water veins, and a raging flood poured down, washing away the demons on the land.

The demon saint Ji Meng roared, revealing his true form as a dragon's head, and rode the wind and rain to fight against him. Qin Yuan's green-glowing poisonous thorn pierced through layers of water curtains and stabbed at Gong Gong...!

The fire dragon Zhurong raged, turning demon soldiers to ashes wherever it passed. Kunpeng rode the frigid aura of the Northern Sea, transforming it into wind, snow, and ice crystals, fiercely battling the raging flames, and steaming up white mist that filled the heavens and earth.

Houtu, the youngest of the twelve Ancestral Witches, is usually the most gentle, but when it comes to fighting, even the most violent Zhurong is no match for her.

At this moment, Houtu, along with several ancestral witches—Ru Shou, the ancestral witch of metal; Ju Mang, the ancestral witch of wood; and Xuan Ming, the ancestral witch of rain and ice—surrounded the demon emperor Taiyi, who was holding a supreme innate treasure.

Houtu led the charge, with the other Ancestral Witches assisting her.

As Ru Shou waved his hands, the clang of metal rang out, and a storm of golden energy crashed down on Taiyi.

Taiyi remained silent and then raised the Chaos Bell.

"when--"

With a single chime, the chaotic sound of the bell reverberated, shattering layers of space.

The overwhelming aura of golden spears instantly shattered along with the space itself. The bone-corroding ice rain unleashed by Xuanming and the boundless giant forest evolved by Jumang were like dreams and bubbles before Zhong Bo, disintegrating one after another.

However, the combined power of the Ancestral Witches was no ordinary matter. Houtu manipulated the power of the earth, punching the Chaos Bell again and again; Rushou, Jumang, and Xuanming attacked with all their might, their power of laws like a raging torrent, constantly impacting Taiyi.

Although Taiyi relied on the power of the supreme treasure, he could only barely hold on, and the pressure was immense.

On the other side, the situation of the Demon Saints was even more precarious. Each Ancestral Witch required at least two or three Demon Saints to join forces to barely hold them off, and signs of defeat were already evident.

Yingzhao was ripped open by Tianwu's wind law, and blood splattered across the sky.

Shang Yang's crisis perception talent means that under Zhu Jiuyin's time law, only one in ten will survive, and he faces constant danger.

The ghost chariot, with three of its nine heads already destroyed, let out a mournful howl.

Flying, crackling... all the demon saints were wounded, their blood staining the sky, and death seemed to be just a moment away.

"Taiichi! Help..."

The demon saint Qin Yuan was caught off guard and struck by Qiang Liang's lightning. He was charred black and fell downwards, about to be torn apart by the divine lightning that followed.

Hearing Qin Yuan's cries for help, Taiyi frantically activated the Chaos Bell, trying to extricate himself from the situation to save the demon.

These demon saints are the pillars of the demon race. If they all perish here, the demon race will be completely depleted, even if it is not defeated.

He gritted his teeth and, ignoring the immense power of the earth contained in Houtu's fist behind him, forcefully activated the Chaos Bell.

"Thump!!!!"

The Chaos Bell unleashed its full power, its tolling resounding throughout the primordial world and shattering layers of space.

"puff--"

Taiyi was violently shaken after taking a punch from Houtu, and his Dao body almost collapsed.

However, the power of the Chaos Bell had also reached its limit. Houtu, who was closest to it, was torn apart by the sudden burst of full force and staggered backward.

Zhong Botang rescued Qin Yuan, who was on the verge of death, and several other seriously injured demon saints from the hands of the Ancestral Witches, and threw them behind the demon army, where they were received and healed by Fuxi.

However, Taiyi himself has to face even more Ancestral Witches!

When Gonggong and the other Ancestral Witches saw that Taiyi had rescued the Demon Saint from their hands, they were not willing to accept it. They transferred all their anger to Taiyi, and several violent attacks arrived in an instant, hitting Taiyi solidly!

"Ugh—!" Taiyi groaned miserably as the true fire of the sun around him dissipated, golden blood sprayed onto the earth, and his aura instantly weakened. He staggered backward, carrying the Chaos Bell, clearly having suffered a severe injury.

"Taiyi!" Upon seeing this, Dijun was shocked. The operation of the Hetu Luoshu paused for a moment as Dijiang's claw grazed his shoulder, leaving a trail of blood.

Dijiang laughed loudly: "Dijun dared to be distracted while fighting me? He's truly courting death!"

Di Jun's heart sank. Taiyi was seriously injured, the Demon Saint was routed, and the army suffered heavy casualties... Defeat seemed inevitable! Were the billions of demons truly destined to perish today?

Di Jun glanced at Fuxi, who hadn't yet joined the battle, and said, "Hopefully we can make it in time!"

Then they engaged in a fierce battle with Dijiang.

Fuxi, who had not directly participated in the frontal battle but had been focusing on calculating the secrets of heaven and searching for the sliver of opportunity for the demon race that Dijun had mentioned, suddenly opened his eyes!

"It's here!"

His gaze did not fall on the devastating battlefield, but instead shot towards the highest point of Mount Buzhou, a place close to the endless starry sky!

The Chaos Bell's all-out outburst was terrifyingly powerful, not only repelling the Ancestral Witches, but its vast bell waves also bombarded Mount Buzhou, which was formed from Pangu's spine!

At the summit of Mount Buzhou, where the bells trembled, a space was torn open, revealing an extremely tiny crack!

A powerful aura, originating from the same source as the primordial chaos but far more vast, emanated from the crack!

"That is..."

Fuxi was greatly shocked. He didn't care about anything else and separated a wisp of his most primordial spirit to traverse the chaotic battlefield and probe towards that tiny crack!

Fuxi's primordial spirit passed through the portal constructed of light, and a vast, boundless, and vibrant new world suddenly unfolded before his "eyes"!

The mountains stand tall and majestic, the river flows swiftly and vast.

The innate spiritual energy that permeates the world is rich and pure, no less than that of some of the primordial immortal mountains and blessed lands!

Upon initial exploration, it was already no less than a quarter the size of the primordial wilderness.

Fuxi suppressed the turmoil in his heart and conveyed the scene behind the crack to Dijun and Taiyi: "Your Majesty, that opportunity has appeared, at the summit of Buzhou Mountain."

Now that the opportunity had presented itself, Di Jun decided to stop entangled with the Wu Clan and made a decision instantly.

Through a secret technique of the demon race, Di Jun's voice resounded in the ears of every demon lord: "My lords! Gather your forces and follow me!"

"Taiyi, can you still fight?" Dijun looked at his younger brother, his eyes full of concern and solemnity.

Taiyi wiped the golden blood from the corner of his mouth, forced himself to stand up straight, and said with his eyes as sharp as ever, "Brother, don't worry, it's just a minor injury. I can still fight!"

"Alright!" Di Jun nodded emphatically. "Kunpeng, Bai Ze, and Fuxi, take the elite demon forces as quickly as possible and head to the summit of Buzhou Mountain!"

"Taiichi, you'll cover the rear later!"