Primordial Era: Starting with Self-Created Mythical Great Luo Law

"Time flies, and ten thousand years have passed in the blink of an eye. The great calamity of the Lich King is coming again, and who knows how many more lives will perish in this battle."

Upon hearing this, the mirage dragon standing behind it showed a hint of confusion in its eyes.

"Master, what do you mean by 'another great calamity'?"

Chen Yu glanced at him sideways, his tone indifferent: "The war between the Lich and the Demon race has reignited. The two great rulers of the world, the Lich and the Demon race, are clashing once again. The flames of war will engulf the entire prehistoric world, and countless lives will perish."

After hearing this, the mirage dragon was stunned for a few moments, then looked up at Chen Yu.

"Master, both the Witch Clan and the Demon Clan are overlords of the primordial world, and they cannot coexist. It is their destiny to fight for the sole ruler of heaven and earth. When these two powerful forces clash, a great war is inevitable."

"In the past, my dragon clan was the same. Under the leadership of the Ancestral Dragon, we fought a decisive battle against the Phoenix and the Qilin, all for the power to unify the world."

Upon hearing this, Chen Yu simply smiled faintly, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

Seeing this, the mirage dragon cautiously spoke:

"Master, since the two races are about to go to war, may we... go and watch the battle?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Yu's gaze sharpened slightly, and he pondered for a moment.

"Master, both sides are top-tier forces in the primordial world, with countless powerful individuals and extraordinary abilities. If we could witness a battle of this caliber firsthand, it might be beneficial to our cultivation. Even if it's just broadening our horizons, it would still be a great opportunity."

After listening, Chen Yu glanced at the mirage dragon and nodded slightly.

"Very well, let's go and take a look."

"We may not see a battle of this scale again for many years to come."

Upon hearing this, the mirage dragon's eyes immediately lit up with joy.

He is currently only at the Taiyi Golden Immortal level. If he can personally experience such an unprecedented battle, he will surely gain some insights. Even if he gains nothing, he can still broaden his knowledge and expand his path.

Moreover, with its owner accompanying it, its safety is assured.

You should know that your master once escaped from the hands of the Sage Zhunti with ease. In this primordial world, how many people can do anything to him?

Chen Yu glanced at the Mirage Dragon, then with a flick of his sleeve, a surge of magical power enveloped it.

He looked up at the empty space in front of him, and with a wave of his hand, space cracked open, revealing a passage leading to the battlefield.

As he stepped inside, a surge of temporal and spatial turbulence rushed towards him, but it was all blocked by the barrier around him.

With another step, he stood on the battlefield of the Lich King.

Not far ahead, the armies of the Witch Clan and the Demon Clan stood facing each other, filled with murderous intent, and the wind and clouds seemed to change color.

Chen Yu stood quietly in the void, his expression calm, as if all the strife did not concern him.

The Mirage Dragon gazed at the two camps, a slight ripple passing through its eyes.

At this moment, the iron-blooded armies of the demon race and the witch race are facing off in the center of the battlefield.

Above that vast battlefield, the Demon Emperor Di Jun and the Demon King Donghuang Taiyi stood side by side, facing the majestic army led by the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

Suddenly, among the twelve ancestral witches, Zhu Rong stepped forward, his voice like thunder, his words full of sarcasm.

"You junior Emperor Jun and brat Donghuang, if it weren't for the intervention of Dao Ancestor Hongjun ten thousand years ago, you would have been annihilated long ago. How could you be alive today, here to indulge in empty words?"

"In this battle, with no external forces to rely on, our Witch Clan will surely annihilate your demon race and exterminate you all here!"

"This primordial world was created by the Father God Pangu. Our Wu Clan, inheriting his bloodline, should naturally protect this world."

Within the demon army, Di Jun remained unmoved upon hearing these words, as still as a deep pool and a towering mountain; Donghuang Taiyi, on the other hand, had anger in his eyes, and a murderous intent was faintly visible.

In the past battle, they launched a rash attack without being prepared for the secret formation of the Witch Clan—the Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation.

Once formed, it can summon the true form of Pangu, whose power shakes the heavens and the earth. In that battle, if Hongjun had not descended, the two would have perished in the formation.

After a hundred thousand years of seclusion, Di Jun and Tai Yi returned to the Heavenly Court and spent day and night deducing the mysteries of the Great Dao. Finally, at the end of the Milky Way, they comprehended the ultimate truth and created the "Zhou Tian Xing Chen Da Zhen" (Great Array of the Celestial Stars).

This formation requires 365 Great Luo Golden Immortals as its foundation. Once set up, it draws upon the power of all the stars in the heavens, creating an overwhelming force that can rival the Heavenly God Formation.

The confidence for this expedition stems from this very formation.

Di Jun's gaze was cold as he looked down at the Ancestral Witches below.

"snort!"

"You uncouth wretch, I disdain to speak further. Let us settle this with our weapons and see who reigns supreme! In this battle, I will surely annihilate your witch clan's army and wipe out your very foundation!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he and Donghuang Taiyi turned around and flew back to the demon army.

The twelve Ancestral Witches coldly saw them off and retreated to their own camp.

After observing for a moment, Chen Yu realized that both sides had finished their pre-battle conversation and understood that the real battle was about to begin.

As expected, after the leaders of both armies returned to their positions, they immediately issued the order to advance.

The ten demon gods led their demon army to attack the witch clan like a tidal wave.

The twelve ancestral witches did not personally take action, but only ordered their soldiers to meet the enemy.

In an instant, the world changed color, and a great battle broke out.

On the battlefield, soldiers face soldiers, and generals face generals.

In the first clash, a large number of demon warriors were killed by the witch clan; although the witch clan also suffered casualties, their numbers were much smaller in comparison.

This is because the Wu tribe has a strong physique, and ordinary magical treasures cannot harm them in the slightest.

Upon witnessing this scene, Chen Yu slowly closed his eyes and fell into deep thought.

The mirage dragon glanced at its master, asking in confusion, "Master, now that the great battle has begun, why aren't you watching?"

Chen Yu shook his head slightly, his tone as calm as still water: "This is only the beginning of the battle. The demon soldiers versus the witch soldiers is just a mortal fight, nothing to behold."

"If you observe it, you may gain some understanding; but to me, it is like looking at dust, utterly meaningless."

"What I await is the duel between Di Jun, Donghuang Taiyi, Fuxi, Kunpeng, and the Twelve Ancestral Witches that will follow shortly."

"The real battle of the great supernatural beings is the core of this war."

"The strongest warriors in the army right now are at most Quasi-Saints, which are not worth mentioning to me."

Upon hearing this, the mirage dragon silently nodded.

He also longed for that level of confrontation—the clash between the Ancestral Witch and the top powerhouse of the Demon Race would surely be earth-shattering and shake the ages.

So he stopped thinking about it and focused all his attention on the battlefield.

At this moment, the great shamans of the Wu tribe were like tigers among sheep, invincible in their path.

Xing Tian wielded his giant axe, its blades flashing and each strike taking the lives of several demons.

Hou Yi drew his divine bow to shoot down the suns, and with a twang of the string, the arrow shot out like lightning, and the powerful demon warriors died instantly.

Kuafu gripped his weapon tightly, maneuvering across the center of the battlefield, relentlessly slaying demon soldiers, staining the sky with blood.

As the great battle began, the members of the Witch Clan revealed their true forms. One after another, towering giants rose from the ground, their fists striking out, causing the wind and clouds to swirl and the heavens and earth to tremble.

On the demon side, the ten demon gods led their generals straight towards the great shaman of the witch clan. The two sides' powerful warriors clashed instantly, engaging in a fierce battle. Their divine powers collided, and their brilliance tore through the sky.

As the battle began, the heavens and earth suddenly darkened, the sun and moon lost their light, the earth cracked, blood soaked the vast wilderness, and corpses piled up like mountains. Everywhere one looked, there were broken bodies and bones, forming shocking mounds of corpses.

The mirage dragon stared at the piles of white bones before it and finally understood what its master had meant earlier.