Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

Beiju Luzhou.

Bai Ze stood atop Mount Wan Yao, watching Haotian and Huanglong bathed in golden light, and watching the bolts of lightning transformed from the Eye of Thunder fall down...!

His calm and composed expression turned ashen.

Shang Yang stood to his left, his face as gloomy as the sky over Beiju Luzhou.

Jiuying stood on the right, his eyes burning with boundless rage.

With each bolt of lightning that struck, a demon cultivator's wail echoed.

Rolling thunder poured into the bodies of each demon, shattering and purifying the chaotic demonic energy. Together with the essence of the demon's blood and flesh, it transformed into the purest spiritual energy of heaven and earth, which was then scattered across the mountains and lands of Beiju Luzhou!

A two-headed python demon at the peak of the Taiyi realm was coiled on a mountain peak, its demonic energy surging around it, trying to resist the falling lightning.

The demon race, which was just one step away from entering the Great Luo Realm, could only withstand three bolts of heavenly lightning in the face of that terrifying thunder.

When the first bolt of lightning struck, half of his protective demonic energy shattered. When the second bolt struck, his physical body began to crack. When the third bolt struck, half of the entire mountain was sheared off by the lightning, and the python demon's body exploded in the lightning, its flesh and blood transforming into primordial spiritual energy, nourishing all living beings within a million miles.

Such scenes were playing out simultaneously in various parts of Beiju Luzhou.

Those young generation of demons, those "elites" who rose rapidly through the demon core technique, fell one by one under the heavenly lightning, like harvested wheat.

Their cultivation, their flesh and blood, their very essence, all transformed into the purest spiritual energy of heaven and earth under the judgment of heavenly thunder, replenishing this land ravaged by the demon race.

After absorbing this primordial spiritual energy, the mountain and river veins of Beiju Luzhou actually began to revive.

The dried-up spiritual veins regained their faint light, and the vegetation in the mountains became even greener under the nourishment of spiritual energy. Even the miasma that had lingered for countless years dissipated somewhat under the baptism of thunder.

The heavenly tribulation killed demon cultivators, but it nourished the land on which the demons depended for survival.

This is a compensation that is ironic to the point of being cruel.

Bai Ze, Jiu Ying, and Shang Yang watched this scene with resentment in their eyes.

These demons who were struck down by the heavenly tribulation were all demons who had spent tens of thousands of years "raising" them.

The Northern Continent is resource-scarce. How difficult is it to cultivate a Golden Immortal? How difficult is it to cultivate a Taiyi Immortal? They are created by piling up countless resources.

Now, they are all dead, dead just before they were about to take effect, dead under the newly established heavenly tribulation by Haotian.

They were cleaved into ashes by the heavenly tribulation.

"Haotian..." Jiuying's voice carried a suppressed rage that was about to erupt.

Shang Yang remained silent.

He looked up at the two figures in the sky, one like a golden beam, and suddenly let out a sharp, long howl.

The howl pierced the sky of Beiju Luzhou and spread throughout the entire demon realm.

Amidst the howl, a beam of azure light burst forth from Shang Yang's body and soared into the sky.

The true form of the Demon Saint.

It was a huge phantom of a Shang Yang bird, its entire body covered in blue feathers, its wingspan covering half of the sky.

The ram's eyes burned with blue flames, and it let out a cry that was even more mournful than before.

The cry contained the pressure of a quasi-saint, causing the land of Beiju Luzhou to tremble, and all the surviving demons to prostrate themselves on the ground.

Nine-Headed Serpent then erupted.

Nine dark red beams of light erupted from his nine heads, coalescing in the air to form a nine-headed infant-faced Dharma image.

The nine-headed infant-faced creature was even larger than the image of the Shang Yang Bird. The nine heads danced wildly in the air, each spewing out poisonous flames of a different color from its mouth.

The poisonous flames intertwined with the blue light of the Shang Yang bird, dyeing the sky of Beiju Luzhou into an eerie seven-colored hue.

The anger of the two Quasi-Saints caused the entire Northern Continent to tremble, and also attracted the attention of many beings in the prehistoric world.

"Haotian! Come out!" The nine heads of Jiuying roared at the same time, their voices like nine thunderclaps exploding in the sky.

"You dare to sever the foundation of my demon race? Today, I will fight you to the death!" Shang Yang's roar was filled with boundless rage.

On Mount Wanyao, Bai Ze remained motionless.

He stood there, watching the images of Jiuying and Shangyang soar into the sky, watching those two phantoms containing destructive power roar towards the heavens, his face expressionless.

"Aren't you going to stop them?" Kunpeng's voice rang out behind Bai Ze.

Bai Ze didn't turn around, but simply said, "I couldn't stop him. Nor should I have."

Kunpeng was silent for a moment, then nodded. He understood what Bai Ze meant.

The anger of Jiuying and Shangyang at this moment was not only because of the many demons who perished under the lightning tribulation, but more so because of the dignity of the demon race.

If these quasi-saints remain silent at this moment, and their anger does not erupt in the most intense way, then the backbone of the demon race will truly be broken.

Even knowing you can't win, you still have to fight.

The two demon saints roared in the sky, carrying a world-destroying power, and charged towards the North Heavenly Gate.

Wherever it passed, space shattered, clouds evaporated, and the sun and moon lost their color.

High above, Huanglong and Haotian were still bathed in golden light.

They sensed the immense power of the two demon saints from Beiju Luzhou crashing towards the North Heavenly Gate.

Haotian frowned, about to make a move.

Huang Long laughed first.

He had just taken control of the Heavenly Tribulation when two demon saints couldn't wait to use him as their experimental subjects.

He looked at the two menacing demon saint figures charging towards him as if they were two children who never learn their lesson.

"These two," Huang Long said softly, his tone tinged with helplessness, "have been affected by their karma again!"

Last time, when several demon saints attacked together, only Jiuying and Shangyang managed to escape with half their lives.

They still dare to make a move now, they really don't take the Heavenly Court seriously.

Huang Long didn't say anything more.

He didn't even summon the Sea-Stabilizing Pearl; he simply raised his right hand casually.

The hand gesture was simple: fingers spread, palm facing up, then gently pressed down.

Countless black thunderclouds gathered again, and in the blink of an eye, they condensed into a thunderstorm cloud layer that was more than ten times thicker than before over Beiju Luzhou.

Lightning flashed wildly in the clouds, electric snakes danced wildly, and muffled thunder rumbled incessantly, terrifying some of the demons to the point of utter panic.

Huang Long's fingers twitched slightly.

Two thunder dragons emerged simultaneously from the thunderstorm clouds.

That was not an ordinary dragon formed from lightning, but a true dragon formed from the power of the Heavenly Tribulation.

Each thunder dragon is a million feet long, and every scale on its body is formed from the purest heavenly tribulation lightning, flashing with dazzling purple lightning.

In the Thunder Dragon's pupils, two surging balls of lightning emanated an aura of annihilation.

As the dragon's claws swept across the sky, space was torn open with dark cracks, the edges of which were still cracked with fine purple arcs of electricity.