Primordial Era: When a Good Guy Awakens a Morally Unethical System

On the day the war began, Buzhou Mountain was teeming with people from the Wu and Yao tribes.

Both Di Jun and Di Jiang brought along all the clansmen who could go to the battlefield.

"Dijiang, your Wu clan killed my five sons, now it's time to pay the price!" Dijun stood in mid-air, holding the Wu-slaying sword, his eyes fierce as he looked at the Wu clan opposite him.

Dijiang sneered, "Those few feathered beasts of yours deserved to die. It's truly a pity that I couldn't kill them all!"

They're old rivals, so of course they know what words will hurt each other the most.

Di Jun: "If my son hadn't been deceived, he would never have committed such a wrong act. However, the deeds of your clan's Gonggong and Zhurong were also significant, enough to alarm even a sage. My son is no match for them!"

Dijiang's face immediately turned ashen. Houtu had become a saint, and Gonggong and Zhurong could not leave Buzhou Mountain. Their Wu clan's Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation could not be used, but the demon clan still had the Zhou Tian Star Formation.

He yelled, "Ahhhh!"

"kill!"

Di Jun raised his witch-slaying sword and gave the order: "Kill!"

A murderous aura filled the sky, starting from around Buzhou Mountain and spreading throughout the entire prehistoric continent.

This battle signifies that this great calamity has reached its final stage.

The ferocity of this battle goes without saying. Countless lives were reduced to ashes in this great war, and countless souls wandered between heaven and earth. The entire prehistoric world was a blood-red expanse, and the wails of wronged souls could be heard everywhere. The entire prehistoric world seemed to have fallen into the apocalypse.

The newly established Underworld already had such a large workload. While Houtu was anxious about the situation of the Wu tribe, she also had to quickly arrange for her subordinates to collect souls and arrange for them to be reincarnated.

The ferocity of this great calamity is comparable to that of the ancient war between the three races.

At this moment, the great shamans of the witch clan also took out their weapons, which they had secretly captured from humans and refined from their blood and souls. These weapons were extremely malevolent and could break the Zhou Tian Star Array.

Emperor Jun was prepared and wary of any secret magic treasures the Wu Clan might possess. He specially arranged for people to guard the outer perimeter of the Zhou Tian Star Array, preventing the Wu Clan from getting close.

Subsequently, at Dijiang's instruction, Xuanming unleashed the Myriad Souls Banner, which was refined and sacrificed with the souls of millions of humans, and contained countless vengeful spirits of humans.

Once released, they were filled with resentment. They wanted to break free of the restrictions, but because of the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls, they could only be trapped inside.

Dijiang himself knew that the Ten Thousand Soul Banner was too brutal. Once it was released, the Wu Clan would have no place in the prehistoric world. But at this moment, he couldn't think too much. Even if he lost or died, he had to drag his brothers Dijun down with him.

Under Xuanming's control, these vengeful spirits began to slaughter the demon race.

Xihe gazed longingly at the direction of Wuzhuang Temple, Kunlun Mountain, and the Thirty-Three Heavens, then her eyes hardened as she transformed into a streak of light and rushed toward Xuanming, who held the Ten Thousand Soul Banner.

Finally, as the Myriad Souls Banner broke through the Zhou Tian Star Array, a loud bang was heard, and Xihe and Xuanming turned into blood mist and gradually disappeared into the world.

"Xihe!" Di Jun noticed Xihe's movements and shouted, but he was too late to stop her.

After years of marriage and ten sons together, even if it was initially a matter of exploitation, some affection had developed between them. Seeing his wife reveal her secret before his eyes, Di Jun completely lost his composure.

"Xuanming!" Zhu Jiuyin was equally incredulous. He was closest to Xuanming, and the blood mist sprayed directly onto his face.

Self-destruction, huh? Well done, you demon race are really something!

Zhu Jiuyin followed Xihe's example, making no sound as he charged directly at Taiyi.