Primordial Era: I rule the great sect and command all immortals.

Chapter 51 The Lich's Demise, the Primordial World Shattered

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

With neither side having its top-tier formations left, Donghuang Taiyi's "Donghuang Bell" immediately unleashed its strongest power. This person, the number one below the sage, instantly targeted powerful ancestral witches such as Dijiang, Zhujiuyin, and Tianwu, and waves of chaotic energy swept towards them.

One after another, "Heavenly Demon Divine Thunder" condensed from his palm, and with one strike, Dijiang's true form shook, and wounds were clearly visible. The blood of the Ancestral Witch stained "Mount Buzhou" red.

Fuxi possessed a powerful treasure and boundless magical power. He single-handedly restrained two ancestral witches, and their constant clashes shattered fragments of the void, causing even Mount Buzhou to tremble violently.

A group of powerful beings clashed, evaporating everything within a radius of ten thousand miles. The "True Fire of the Sun" swept across the heavens and earth. As soon as the other great and lesser witches, demon soldiers, and demon generals entered the area within ten thousand miles of the powerful beings, terrifying aftershocks rippled out in layers, and entire armies of the two races were reduced to ashes.

Having fought this far, which powerful expert still cares whether those around them are their own people?

The sky was like a shattered mirror, full of cracks, on the verge of breaking completely; the earth was sinking, and with Mount Buzhou at its center, a vast and boundless power swept across the six directions and eight wastelands, and the entire primordial landscape began to undergo tremendous changes.

The pillar supporting the sky, Mount Buzhou, the first divine mountain in the primordial world formed from Pangu's spine, seemed unable to withstand the fierce battle between the two races. Since the start of the war, Mount Buzhou had been shaking, as if it were about to collapse at any moment.

Nobody cares about that anymore. Apart from the life-or-death battle, nothing else matters. All living beings only have the enemy in their eyes, defeating one enemy after another, and then killing more enemies.

Beneath Mount Buzhou, a massive river of blood had already formed, and it seemed poised to create another sea of ​​blood.

The powerful beings continued to unleash their full power, shattering mountains and rivers and extinguishing the sun and moon. Di Jun and Xi He were at a significant disadvantage. Di Jun's injuries were too severe, and he could only barely exert the power of a quasi-saint. Under the attacks of the two powerful ancestral witches, Zhu Rong and Gong Gong, the two were already in grave danger.

"Hang in there, big brother!"

Seeing that Di Jun was about to die, Taiyi was extremely anxious. He spat a mouthful of blood essence onto the "Eastern Emperor Bell", and layers of bell waves rippled out. Di Jiang was actually beaten to the point of being completely destroyed, turning into ashes.

"Damn it! You hairy beast! I'll fight you to the death!"

With his elder brother dead, Tianwu, seeing that even with the help of Zhujiuyin, could not withstand Donghuang Taiyi, immediately flew into a rage and revealed his true form, crashing heavily into the "Donghuang Bell." Tianwu then chose to self-destruct.

With a deafening roar, everything within a radius of a million miles turned to ashes, except for Zhu Jiuyin.

"Ahem!"

Donghuang Taiyi's golden armor shattered, his hair disheveled, and he coughed up large mouthfuls of blood. He had instantly killed two Ancestral Witches, and his injuries were equally severe. He could barely hold onto the "Star River Slaying Witch Blade".

"Dijiang! Tianwu! Taiyi, I'll take your lives!"

The tragic death of his brother of countless years caused Zhu Jiuyin to shed two streams of bloody tears as the enormous "Blade of Time" slashed fiercely towards Taiyi.

"Boom!"

On the other side, without any support, Di Jun finally couldn't hold on any longer. He smiled as he looked at Xi He, who was also seriously injured. In their silent smiles, the two of them knew that they would not survive this time. While dealing with the killing moves of Zhu Rong and Gong Gong, they looked out to the Thirty-Three Heavens, as if they could see their only descendant, Lu Ya.

In the end, the protagonist of the world, who had dominated an entire eon, grasped Xihe's jade hand. Their primordial spirits were completely ignited, and they were on the verge of despair. The Heavenly Emperor and Empress chose to self-destruct, and the two ancestral witches, Zhurong and Gonggong, were instantly blown to smithereens.

"Big brother!"

Donghuang Taiyi was equally grief-stricken and unleashed the "Donghuang Bell" at Zhujiuyin. The collision of this creation treasure caused a massive explosion with a loud "boom".

However, Zhu Jiuyin knew he was no match for Donghuang Taiyi. Since they were going to die anyway, they might as well die together!

In a fraction of a second, Zhu Jiuyin chose the same method as Tian Wu, shattering the "Eastern Emperor Bell." His quasi-saint peak body completely exploded, and Taiyi was severely injured once again. His entire body was like a tattered rag. Even though he was still standing in the void, everyone could see his slightly trembling body.

This top expert, second only to the sage, was also nearly exhausted.

Finally, Mount Buzhou could not withstand the impact of the most devastating battle since the creation of the world. With a loud crash, Mount Buzhou collapsed, and countless demons and witches were reduced to ashes in the aftershocks of the destruction.

At this time, the two tribes had only a few hundred thousand people left.

The 365 Zhou Tian Demon Gods who presided over the "Zhou Tian Star Array" also suffered countless casualties, leaving only a dozen or so survivors. Di Jun and Xi He died, and Tai Yi and Fu Xi were about to die.

The Witch Clan also suffered heavy losses. Of the twelve Ancestral Witches, only seven remained, and all of them were wounded, with their combat strength less than 30% of their peak.

"Hahaha! The primordial world is shattered! The Witch Clan and the Demon Clan are all finished! Since that's the case, then let's all die together!"

The protagonist of a great calamity had lost everything. The remaining Ancestral Witches were filled with grief and despair. Their brothers of countless millennia were gone. In order to kill Donghuang Taiyi and Fuxi, a group of Ancestral Witches chose to self-destruct. "Boom boom boom," the void shattered, Donghuang Taiyi and Fuxi died, and even the "Donghuang Bell" was blasted away and entered the chaos, disappearing without a trace.

The six sages were about to move when they realized that there was no information about the "Eastern Emperor Bell" after some calculations. They were all disappointed and could only sit down again.

"Ugh!"

Thirty-three days away, in the "Nuwa Palace," Lu Ya convulsed silently, his tears long since dried up. His father, mother, and second uncle were all gone, and the Heavenly Court was gone too.

Seeing Lu Ya's distraught state, and knowing that her brother was now only a wisp of his soul, Nuwa sighed and waved her hand. As the heavens and earth shattered, the "Map of Mountains and Rivers" swept up Fu Xi's wisp of soul and flew back to the Thirty-Three Heavens, returning to the "Nuwa Palace" in the chaos.

Even a sage cannot change the general trend of heaven and earth. The destruction of the Wu and Yao races was the will of heaven and the will of all living beings. All Nuwa could do was protect Lu Ya and save her brother.

Seeing that Nuwa had no intention of participating in the war between the witches and demons and understood the will of Heaven, the Three Pure Ones, Zhunti, and Jieyin remained unmoved, allowing her to take Fuxi away smoothly. After all, the face of a sage must be given.

At this moment, after a great battle, the sky tilted, the stars shifted, and the earth fell into a deathly silence.

With another deafening roar, a massive hole was forcibly created in the sky. Within a radius of billions of miles of the collapsed "Mount Buzhou," chaos began to return. Countless bolts of lightning and fire, along with earth, water, wind, and fire, rushed out of the hole, further accelerating the spread of this chaos.

(End of this chapter)