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

It had already suffered considerable damage in the starlight river, and now, after being struck again, it finally could not withstand the blow and its body suddenly exploded.

Twelve figures flew out from among them and plummeted toward the primordial land.

"Nuwa—!"

A furious roar filled with resentment resounded throughout the heavens and earth, shaking the firmament.

High above, Di Jun, Donghuang Taiyi, Fuxi, Kunpeng, and others witnessed this scene and all smiled with delight. They knew perfectly well that the Sage Nuwa had made her move.

The red embroidered ball circled once in the air, then rose again and crashed down swiftly towards the twelve figures.

Seeing that they were only a hundred meters away from the Ancestral Witches, the Twelve Ancestral Witches' expressions changed drastically, and unprecedented fear appeared in their eyes. They were powerless to resist and could only wait for annihilation to come.

However, at that very moment, the red embroidered ball seemed to be frozen in mid-air by an invisible hand, unable to move forward any further.

Inside the Nuwa Palace, Nuwa frowned slightly, looking puzzled—she sensed a force blocking her sacred artifact, but didn't know where it came from.

Suddenly, strange phenomena appeared in the sky: purple clouds came from the east for thousands of miles, flowers fell from the sky, and golden lotuses covered the ground; a golden dragon emerged from the clouds, a colorful phoenix danced gracefully, and a qilin slowly arrived on auspicious clouds.

Before anyone could see the person, they witnessed such auspicious signs and all knew that a sage must have arrived, but they could not determine which one it was.

Immediately afterwards, an indescribable pressure spread out, enveloping the entire battlefield and pressing down on the minds of everyone present.

All the strong individuals present gritted their teeth and endured the pain, their faces flushed red, their bones and muscles feeling as if they were about to crack.

This oppressive force is not directed at the depth of one's cultivation, but rather strikes directly at the very essence of the Great Dao, as if it were to uproot everyone's foundation of Dao and plunge them into eternal delusion.

In an instant, on the Lich battlefield, those with weak wills all knelt on the ground.

Chen Yu remained calm and composed. He glanced at the mirage dragon beside him, noticing that it was struggling to stay upright, its jaw clenched and sweat beading on its forehead, but he did not offer any assistance.

—This is a test of character; one can only gain insight through personal experience.

All the powerful figures in the arena were struggling and resisting.

This oppressive force arrived suddenly and dissipated just as quickly.

After the dust settled, a figure quietly stood in the void.

This person appeared without any warning. By the time everyone noticed, he was already standing high in the sky, looking down on all living beings.

Upon seeing this, everyone, regardless of their status, bowed respectfully.

"I have met Hongjun Daozu (my teacher) (my grandmaster)."

Chen Yu also bowed respectfully. He looked up, but could not see the other person's face at all, only a ball of chaotic light, within which were the endless traces of the Great Dao.

He focused his attention and observed closely, and was able to see countless laws flowing and endless Dao intent surging within that halo of light.

The Dao Ancestor Hongjun was surrounded by a rich Daoist aura that spread in all directions like a tide, silent yet deeply moving.

He ignored everyone, merely glancing indifferently at the frozen red embroidered ball, and slowly spoke, his voice booming:

"The war between the witches and demons has caused immense suffering and disrupted the balance of heaven and earth. Therefore, I hereby decree that the witches and demons shall not fight each other for the next ten thousand years."

After a brief pause, he looked around at the world and added a sentence in a stern tone:

"During this great calamity, even sages must not interfere; those who do so will be punished by Heaven."

Upon hearing this, Di Jun, Donghuang Taiyi, Fuxi, Kunpeng, and the Ten Great Demon Gods, though outwardly respectful, could not hide their resentment and suppressed anger surging within them.

They were filled with regret. If the Dao Ancestor Hongjun had not intervened, the demon race, with the protection of the Sage Nuwa and her support, would not have found it difficult to rule the prehistoric world.

However, with a single word from the Dao Ancestor Hongjun, the world was set at stake, and the sages were forbidden from interfering in the conflict between the witches and demons. As a result, the reliance that the demon race depended on vanished in an instant.

Upon hearing this order, the twelve Ancestral Witches all breathed a sigh of relief, their gazes falling on the red embroidered ball, their expressions no longer showing the solemnity and worry they had before.

As soon as Hongjun Daozu finished speaking, his figure flashed and he returned to Zixiao Palace.

As he departed, everyone bowed respectfully.

"Respectfully bidding farewell to the Dao Ancestor."

Chen Yu gazed at the figure that vanished into the void and couldn't help but sigh and shake his head.

Just now, he focused his attention on the Dao Ancestor Hongjun and actually glimpsed the vast and boundless true meaning of the Great Dao. If he could observe for a little longer, he would surely gain some enlightenment.

Unfortunately, the Dao Ancestor left too quickly. He had just touched upon a sliver of the mystery when the scene before him vanished, leaving only regret lingering in his heart.

He turned his gaze to the center of the battlefield, where he saw that the Lich and Demon races had begun to gather their remaining forces, and this earth-shattering battle had finally come to an end.

The twelve Ancestral Witches coldly surveyed Di Jun, Donghuang Taiyi, Fuxi, Kunpeng, and all the demon gods and demon saints, their eyes still filled with intense killing intent, which had not diminished in the slightest.

"snort!"

"Di Jun, now that the Sage Nuwa you rely on can no longer intervene, how will you contend with our race in 100,000 years? If it weren't for her earlier intervention, there would have been no place for the demon race in this prehistoric world."

"In the next battle, my Wu clan will utterly annihilate you. You can only prepare to die and await the arrival of my army in the Heavenly Court."

After speaking, Dijiang put away his massive battle avatar, nodded slightly to the other eleven Ancestral Witches, and then leaped up, heading straight for the location of the Witch Clan army.

Di Jun watched the twelve Ancestral Witches depart, his expression solemn, but he never showed any weakness in his words.

"snort!"

"The outcome of the next great battle is still uncertain. Ten thousand years is enough time for me to push the Zhou Tian Star Array to its perfect state."

After speaking, he turned to look at the Ten Demon Gods and Bai Ze, and gave the order in a deep voice.

"Ten Demon Gods and Bai Ze, immediately organize the troops and return to Heaven with me."

The demon gods accepted the order, bowed in unison, and then began to gather the remaining demon army to prepare for their return journey.

The twelve ancestral witches returned to their main camp, looked around at their surviving clansmen, and could not hide their sorrow.

Dijiang ordered the high shamans to count the number of people, reorganize the remaining troops, and return to their respective tribes to recuperate and prepare for the future.

In this battle, hundreds of billions of demons went to war, but only tens of billions returned, demonstrating the immense casualties.

The Wu tribe was no exception; its original army of hundreds of billions had dwindled to just over 10 billion, a devastating blow.

Even worse, the witch race faces difficulties in reproduction and is far less able to quickly recover its fighting strength than the demon race.

As the army of liches and demons withdrew one after another, the immortals on the sidelines also left the scene and returned to their respective caves and dojos.

Chen Yu stood still, watching the figures of the two races disappear into the distance, then glanced at the powerful figures who had quietly retreated, his expression calm and undisturbed.

For him, this war between the lich and the demon was extremely rewarding—not only did he find the path to achieving the highest Dharma form, but he also vaguely touched upon the secrets of the world's ascension.

Looking at the mountains of corpses and seas of blood left on the battlefield, the Mirage Dragon couldn't help but sigh.

"A great battle, with few survivors and countless dead, the tragic scene was too horrific to bear."

He gazed at the layers upon layers of corpses and the blood that had congealed into a crimson lake, and shook his head helplessly.

At this moment, he felt only relief: his master was incredibly powerful, and his own life was safe.

Without Chen Yu's protection, he might still be living a muddled life deep in the East China Sea, and would have become a skeleton in the mountain of corpses at some point.

Upon hearing this, Chen Yu glanced at him indifferently, then slowly shook his head.