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

Even though he had created an endless universe of stars within his Purple Palace, enough to bear the power of countless stars throughout the ages, maintaining his future manifestation was still a huge burden.

Taiqing Laozi and Yuanshi Tianzun exchanged a solemn glance before finally turning their gaze to the Sage Nuwa.

This matter ultimately concerns the demon race, and it is inappropriate for them to interfere.

As for how to compensate, that's up to Nuwa to decide. Whether Chen Yu accepts her conditions or not is none of their concern.

After all, this is a matter of cause and effect between the human race and the demon race. The reason they appeared was only to prevent Nuwa from being defeated or even perishing.

The aura emanating from that future being was so terrifying that the five saints felt a chill run down their spines upon sensing it—even if the five of them joined forces to attack, they might not be able to win.

Now, Chen Yu has temporarily suspended his actions due to the arrival of Taiqing and Yuanshi, giving them the respect and time they deserve.

Otherwise, with the power of his future self, he could have annihilated Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi in an instant.

Even if Nuwa intervened, she would be no match for it.

The sage Nuwa lowered her head and pondered, considering a way to make amends.

But Chen Yu just made it clear: Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi are doomed to die.

And this is precisely the outcome she least wanted to face.

If Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi were to perish now, then in the future, that vast demon race would likely face decline and extinction.

Although the demon race still has her brothers Fuxi, Kunpeng, Bai Ze and others to support the overall situation, they are ultimately unable to shoulder the great responsibility in the face of the power of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

After all, the reason why the demon race was able to stand on equal footing with the Twelve Ancestral Witches was entirely due to the presence of Emperor Jun and Donghuang Taiyi.

They once fought eight opponents alone, and were defeated by multiple Ancestral Witches. Such strength is the pinnacle among all the great supernatural beings.

Once they are lost, the future survival of the demon race will likely be in grave danger.

At this moment, Nuwa's emotions were turbulent, and she was overwhelmed with a myriad of feelings, not knowing how to make amends.

Chen Yu ignored what everyone was thinking and looked directly at the Sage of Taiqing and the Primordial Heavenly Venerable.

"Elder Uncle, Second Uncle, ten breaths have passed. Since you still haven't made a decision, don't blame your junior uncle for being ruthless."

Before he finished speaking, he took a small step and stepped back.

With this retreat, he was already tens of thousands of miles away in an instant. At the same time, the space-time in front of him was infinitely stretched out, layer upon layer.

As he retreated, his Dao body, supreme Dharma form, past body, and present body all moved with him, retreating into the depths of nothingness, leaving only his future body standing in place.

The future self stands atop the long river of time, eyes open, gaze calm as still water, sweeping over the five figures: Taiqing Laozi, Yuanshi Tianzun, Nuwa, Jieyin, and Zhunti.

"This matter has nothing to do with you. You may leave on your own. If you linger any longer, don't blame me for being ruthless."

After speaking, the future version of himself turned and stared at Donghuang Taiyi and Dijun.

At this moment, Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi had recovered 90% of their injuries, and their eyes were filled with fear as they looked at that figure.

They knew perfectly well that if this person made a move, they would surely die.

What shocked them even more was that even with five saints present, they were unable to force this being back; such power was terrifying.

The two exchanged a glance, their hearts filled with countless regrets, yet their resolve remained unwavering.

What's done is done, the mistake has been made, and no amount of regret will change anything.

The only thing we can do now is to accept it calmly. Faced with the onslaught of that being, we have no choice but to die.

At this moment, they felt a sense of relief instead.

Di Jun looked at Nuwa and slowly spoke:

"Saint Nuwa, I hope that after my death you will guide the demon race forward and prevent the race from declining."

After saying that, he looked at his future self, his eyes calm and serene like a still well.

"Come on. Taking my life, Di Jun, is no easy task. Let me see what you're capable of, daring to boast of killing my two brothers."

After speaking, the true fire of the sun roared up around him, two golden lights appeared and surrounded him, and the Hetu Luoshu appeared above his head.

In the vast sky, the sun star cast a mighty beam of light, piercing straight down and entering its body.

Donghuang Taiyi also moved accordingly, his whole body burning with blazing solar fire, and the Chaos Bell appeared above his head.

The sun descended once more with a massive beam of light, pouring it all over him.

At this moment, the two vowed to fight their future selves with the strongest power they possessed. Knowing it was futile, they would still fight to the bitter end.

This is the backbone of an emperor—knowing he is no match for the enemy, he will not back down.

Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi were already prepared to die. Even if they couldn't win, they would fight to the death; if defeat was inevitable, they would self-destruct their primordial spirits. As top-tier powerful beings, they believed they could inflict serious damage on their opponents in a final, desperate counterattack!

With their minds made up, the two looked towards their future selves, and their hearts became even more at peace.

The future self stands silently on the long river of time, watching them with eyes devoid of any emotion, only indifference.

Nuwa turned around and looked at Dijun and Donghuang Taiyi, a deep sense of helplessness appearing in her eyes.

At this moment, she truly experienced a profound sense of powerlessness. This was the first time since she attained sainthood that she had felt such deep despair.

She never imagined that after becoming a saint, she would face such an overwhelming opponent, so much so that she couldn't even muster the thought of making a move. She knew she would be defeated before the battle even began.

She hadn't experienced this feeling in many years. She had never felt it before she became a saint, but now that she had, she was experiencing it instead.

Nuwa could only sigh.

"Di Jun, go in peace. With me here, the demon race will never fall."

Upon hearing what the sage Nuwa said, Di Jun's lips curled up slightly, revealing a faint smile.

The being from the future stood silently in the void, its gaze sweeping coldly over the crowd, and waited without saying another word.

He slowly extended his right palm, pointing directly at the location of Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi.

As the palm struck, myriad laws swirled around it, and a profound and mysterious aura permeated the surroundings, seemingly encompassing all things in heaven and earth, fully revealing the image of the origin of the Great Dao.

In an instant, all living beings present stared at this hand and felt that what they saw was not a hand, but the manifestation of the Great Dao, with an abyss-like pressure.

The five supreme beings—the Sage of Taiqing, the Celestial Venerable of the Primordial Beginning, the Sage of Nuwa, the Sage of Jieyin, and the Sage of Zhunti—simultaneously felt an irresistible aura enveloping this realm, their bodies firmly suppressed and unable to move.

They could only watch helplessly as the palm approached, powerless to stop it in the slightest.

Even with a thousand thoughts surging within him, he was completely suppressed by the power of his future self, unable to even lift a finger.

The five saints were deeply shaken and filled with anxiety—they did not want to see Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi perish.

If these two die, the Wu tribe will have no power to restrain them and will surely run rampant throughout the prehistoric world.

Without a leader, how can the demon race maintain its power? It will likely disintegrate in an instant.

It should be known that the Demon Court was created by Di Jun and Tai Yi, and all the powerful figures under their command were subdued by the two of them, with its foundation resting on the two elder brothers.

In the ancient war between the Lich King and the Demon King, only these two could fight eight Ancestral Witches alone without being defeated. Apart from these two, who else in the Demon Clan could hold the fort?

Once Dijun and Taiyi perish, the Wu tribe will be the only dominant force in the prehistoric world, and there will be no balance left. How will the lineage of the saints continue?