Primordial Era: Starting by overwhelming the Sages, Hongjun was stunned!

Zu Long's expression changed:

"Kong Xuan?"

Yuan Feng's lips curled up slightly:

"It's him."

The First Qilin gasped in shock:

"Hongjun has already become a Dao Ancestor, why should we still call him 'senior'?"

Rahu's face turned deathly pale:

"Just how strong is he?"

No one answered.

Because they don't know.

All they knew was that the person was very strong.

So powerful that even the Dao Ancestor had to call him "senior".

Northern Xinjiang.

Inside the cave.

Kong Xuan sat cross-legged on the stone platform, his eyes open.

He looked south, towards the direction of Zixiao Mountain.

His gaze was calm.

"Hongjun, you did it."

"good."

A slight smile played on his lips.

"But your journey is still long."

"Being the spokesperson for the Way of Heaven is just the beginning."

"In the future, there will be the Investiture of the Gods, the Journey to the West, and the conflict between Buddhism and Taoism."

"Take your time."

"I'm watching."

As soon as he finished speaking, he closed his eyes.

The cave returned to silence.

Zixiao Mountain.

After achieving enlightenment, Hongjun did not rest.

He began to reorganize the wilderness.

The first rule is to establish a celestial court.

Under the Heavenly Way, there should be a Heavenly Court to govern the Three Realms.

Hongjun chose one person.

The Eastern King Duke.

He was a Great Luo Golden Immortal, possessing both virtue and talent.

Hongjun appointed him as the head of the male immortals and put him in charge of the Heavenly Court.

Another person was chosen.

Queen Mother of the West.

She was a Great Luo Golden Immortal, dignified and virtuous.

Hongjun appointed her as the head of the female immortals to assist the Eastern King Duke.

The Eastern King was enfeoffed and was in high spirits.

He stood atop the Heavenly Court, overlooking the Three Realms.

"From this day forward, I, the Eastern King, shall be the Lord of the Heavenly Court."

"All sentient beings in the Three Realms shall obey my commands."

The Queen Mother of the West stood beside him, her brows slightly furrowed.

She thought the Eastern King Duke was too arrogant.

But she didn't say anything.

Because she knew that the arrogance of the Eastern King Duke would harm him.

really.

The news caused a stir in all directions.

Zu Long sneered:

"The Eastern King Duke? A Great Luo Golden Immortal? Does he even deserve to be the ruler of the Heavenly Court?"

Yuan Feng shook her head:

"Too arrogant, he won't live long."

The First Qilin said calmly:

"Hongjun chose the wrong person."

Rahu sneered:

"Just wait and see, trouble is bound to break out within a thousand years."

Northern Xinjiang.

Inside the cave.

Kong Xuan opened his eyes and looked towards the direction of the Heavenly Court.

"Dong Wang Gong".

"Great Golden Immortal".

"Does he even deserve it?"

He shook his head and closed his eyes.

It's none of his business.

Hongjun is responsible for the people he chooses.

He doesn't get involved.

really.

Less than a century later, the Eastern King Duke met with misfortune.

He's too arrogant.

So arrogant that he doesn't respect anyone.

He was so arrogant that he even dared to curse the First Emperor.

The First Emperor was enraged.

The dragon army pressed in, heading straight for the Heavenly Court.

The Eastern King's expression changed drastically:

"How dare you! I am the Lord of Heaven, personally appointed by the Dao Ancestor!"

Zu Long sneered:

"So what if the Dao Ancestor bestowed the title upon him personally?"

"You are courting death by insulting my dragon race."

He struck out with his palm.

The Eastern King let out a miserable cry and was sent flying backward.

He coughed up blood, and his cultivation was completely destroyed.

None of the celestial beings in Heaven dared to save him.

The Queen Mother of the West stood to one side, her face calm.

She knew this would happen.

The First Emperor deposed the Eastern King Duke and turned to leave.

"Tell Hongjun that the person he chose is no good."

"Find someone more capable."

Chaos erupted in the Heavenly Court.

The news reached Zixiao Mountain.

Hongjun's expression darkened.

The Eastern King Duke has been deposed?

It's only been a hundred years?

He sighed softly:

"I misjudged him."

Master Yangmei asked:

"What do we do now?"

Hongjun remained silent for a moment:

"Choose another person."

"Who should we choose?"

Hongjun gazed into the distance:

"Di Jun".

"Donghuang Taiyi".

Yang Mei was taken aback:

"Demon race?"

Hongjun nodded:

"The demon race is powerful, Di Jun is brave and resourceful, and Tai Yi is unparalleled in battle."

"If they were to rule the Heavenly Court, the Three Realms could be at peace."

Yang Mei frowned:

"But they are demons."

Hongjun said calmly:

"So what if it's a demon?"

"Whoever can govern the Three Realms will be the ruler of the Heavenly Court."

Yang Mei remained silent and nodded:

"it is good."

Di Jun and Tai Yi received Hong Jun's decree.

The two exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with surprise and delight.

Di Jun spoke:

"Did the Dao Ancestor appoint us to rule the Heavenly Court?"

Tai nodded:

"Yes."

Di Jun laughed loudly:

"good!"

"Our demon race has finally waited for this day."

The two received the decree and entered the Heavenly Court.

Di Jun is the Heavenly Emperor, and Taiyi is the Eastern Emperor.

The demon race is powerful, and all demons come to pay homage.

When the Heavenly Court was first established, the Three Realms were unified.

The news caused a stir in all directions.

Emperor Zulong frowned:

"Demon race? Di Jun? Tai Yi?"

"That's interesting."

Yuan Feng said calmly:

"The demon race rules the Heavenly Court, which is stronger than the Eastern King Duke."

The First Qilin nodded:

"Di Jun is strategic, and Tai Yi is powerful in battle."

"These two are indeed a hundred times stronger than the Eastern King Duke."

Rahu sneered:

"The demon race has taken over the Heavenly Court; the real show is about to begin."

Northern Xinjiang.

Inside the cave.

Kong Xuan opened his eyes and looked towards the direction of the Heavenly Court.

"Di Jun".

"Taiyi."

"That's interesting."

A slight smile played on his lips.

"It's a pity he didn't live long."

"The Lich War ended in mutual destruction."

"The Heavenly Court has changed hands, and the demon race has declined."

"This is predetermined, I won't change it."

As soon as he finished speaking, he closed his eyes.

The cave returned to silence.

With Di Jun and Tai Yi taking over the Heavenly Court, the power of the demon race greatly increased.

Three hundred and sixty-five demon saints gathered in the Heavenly Court.

All demons pay homage, its power swallows the universe.

Emperor Jun sat upright in the Lingxiao Palace, wearing a crown and imperial robes.

Taiyi stood beside him, and the Eastern Emperor Bell hung above his head, radiating golden light.

Di Jun spoke:

"From this day forward, my demon race shall be the rulers of the Heavenly Court."

All living beings in the Three Realms are under the jurisdiction of the Heavenly Court.

"Those who obey prosper, those who defy perish."

The sound rolled on, spreading throughout the four seas and eight wastelands.

Countless living beings bowed their heads, daring not to disobey.

But some people disagree.

The Witch Clan.

Descendants of Pangu, the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

With a powerful physique and unparalleled combat strength.

They do not worship the Heavenly Way, nor do they respect the demon race; they only revere Pangu.

When Emperor Jun's decree reached the Wu tribe, the twelve ancestral witches were furious.

Dijiang sneered:

"Lord of Heaven? Who appointed him?"

Zhu Jiuyin said in a sinister voice:

"Sealed by Hongjun."

Dijiang slammed his fist on the table:

"What is Hongjun anyway!"

"Our Wu clan are descendants of Pangu, the legitimate successors of heaven and earth."

"When did it become the turn of the demon race to ride roughshod over us?"

Zhu Rong roared:

"beat!"

"Let's storm the Heavenly Court and show the demons what power they have!"

Gonggong nodded:

"beat!"

The twelve ancestral witches all rose to their feet.

The Wu tribe's army assembled, vast and mighty, and marched towards the Heavenly Court.

When the news reached the Heavenly Court, Emperor Jun's expression darkened.

The Witch Clan has rebelled?

Taiyi said coldly:

"Good timing."

"I was just looking for an excuse to teach them a lesson."

Di Jun nodded:

"Since they've come, let them never leave."

The Heavenly Army was mobilized, and the Demon Saints emerged in droves.

The two armies faced off at the foot of Mount Buzhou.

On one side are the demon race, with 365 demon saints and hundreds of millions of demon soldiers.

On one side is the Witch Clan, with its twelve Ancestral Witches and hundreds of millions of Witch Soldiers.

The murderous aura soared to the sky, obscuring the sun.

Di Jun stood on the clouds, looking down upon the Wu tribe.

"Twelve Ancestral Witches, I respect you as descendants of Pangu."

"But if you rebel, you're courting death."

"Retreat now, and I will forgive and forget your past actions."

Dijiang sneered:

"Retreat? The word 'retreat' doesn't exist in the dictionary of my Wu tribe."

"Today, I will show you who truly belongs to the world."

He waved his hand:

"kill!"

The army of the Wu tribe surged forward like a tidal wave.

The twelve ancestral witches each displayed their unique abilities.

Dijiang controls space, covering thousands of miles in an instant.

Zhu Jiuyin controls time; the years are like a knife.

Zhu Rong controls flames, capable of burning the heavens and destroying the earth.

Gonggong controlled the flood, which submerged all directions.

Qiangliang controlled the lightning and shattered the sky.

The demon race was not to be outdone.

All 365 demon saints attacked together.

Demonic energy surged to the heavens, and magical power surged like a tide.

The two armies clashed, and blood flowed like a river.

This battle lasted for three years.

Countless people died or were injured in the three years.

The demon race lost hundreds of demon saints and hundreds of millions of demon soldiers.

The Wu tribe lost six ancestral witches and hundreds of millions of witch soldiers.

Both sides will suffer heavy losses, and neither side can win.

Zixiao Mountain.

Hongjun sat on the stone platform, his face solemn.

The Lich War lasted for three years.

If the fighting continues, both races will be wiped out.

Just like the Dragon-Han Great Calamity of yesteryear.

Master Yangmei said urgently:

"Fellow Daoist Hongjun, please make your move quickly."

"If this fight continues, the entire prehistoric world will be finished."

Hongjun shook his head:

"I cannot intervene."

Yang Mei was taken aback:

Why?

Hongjun said:

"I am the representative of Heaven's will, and I cannot favor either side."

"If I intervene, the balance of Heaven will be disrupted."

Yang Mei said urgently:

"What should we do then?"

Hongjun remained silent for a moment:

"Please hire someone."

Yang Mei's expression changed:

"Kong Xuan?"

Hongjun nodded:

"Only he can keep both tribes in check."

"Only he can bring an end to the war between the two races."

Yang Mei remained silent.

Yes, only Kong Xuan.

No one dared disobey that man's words.

Hongjun got up and flew towards the northern frontier.

Kong Xuan Cave.

Hongjun landed outside the cave and bowed in respect.

"Senior, Hongjun requests an audience."

Silence.

After a long while, a voice rang out:

"What is it?"

Hongjun said:

"The Lich War, please lend a hand, senior."

The sound fell silent again.

A moment later, the cave entrance opened.

Kong Xuan came out.

He wore a black robe, had black hair, and a calm expression.

Looking at Hongjun, his gaze was indifferent.

"What does the Lich War have to do with me?"

Hongjun bowed:

"The senior has set a rule that fighting is forbidden without cause."

"The Lich War has violated the rules set by our predecessors."

"Please, senior, intervene and stop these two races."

Kong Xuan looked at him:

"You think I'll just do what you tell me to do?"

Hongjun bowed his head:

"If the senior does not intervene, the primordial world will be doomed."

Kong Xuan remained silent.

After a long silence, he spoke:

"it is good."

"I'll go take a look."

As soon as he finished speaking, he took a step forward.

It disappeared into the horizon.

Not at the foot of the mountain.

The two armies faced each other, their killing intent palpable.

Di Jun and Tai Yi stood on the clouds, their expressions solemn.

Only six of the twelve Ancestral Witches remain, but their fighting spirit is undiminished.

Both sides are preparing to fight again.

suddenly.

A figure in a black robe appeared between the two armies.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his expression calm.

Di Jun's pupils contracted:

"Who?!"

Taiyi gripped the Eastern Emperor Bell tightly, his expression solemn.

He couldn't sense the person's presence.

Not a single detail could be perceived.

Dijiang frowned:

"Who are you?"

Kong Xuan did not answer.

He simply looked around and saw corpses scattered everywhere.

Blood flowed like rivers, and corpses piled up like mountains.

He shook his head:

"They've been fighting for three years, and so many people have died."

Is it worth it?

Di Jun said coldly:

"Who exactly are you?"

Kong Xuan looked at him:

Kong Xuan.

The moment those two words were uttered, both armies were astonished.

Kong Xuan?

Who set the rules?

The one who made three races submit?

The person Hongjun called "senior"?

Di Jun's expression changed drastically.

Taiyi gripped the Eastern Emperor Bell tightly, his hand trembling slightly.

Dijiang's face turned ashen.

He had heard of that name.

I know this person is not someone to mess with.

But he never expected this person to appear here.

Kong Xuan said calmly:

"I have established rules that prohibit unwarranted killing."

"Have you forgotten?"

Di Jun gritted his teeth:

"The Witch Clan rebelled, and our Demon Clan quelled the rebellion. What is this without cause?"

Kong Xuan looked towards Dijiang:

"Why are you rebelling?"

Dijiang raises his head:

"Our Wu clan are descendants of Pangu, the legitimate successors of heaven and earth."

"What right do the demons have to ride roughshod over us?"

Kong Xuan nodded:

That makes sense.

Then he looked at Di Jun:

"Why do you rule the Heavenly Court?"

Di Jun said:

"The title bestowed by the Dao Ancestor is perfectly legitimate."

Kong Xuan nodded:

That makes sense.

He looked around:

"Both sides have valid points, so let's fight?"

"In the end, both races were wiped out."

"Just like the dragon, phoenix, and qilin of yesteryear."

"Do you want to follow in their footsteps?"

The two armies remained silent.

Kong Xuan continued:

"Today I'm establishing a new rule."

"The Witch Clan rules the land, the Demon Clan rules the heavens."

"Non-aggression and non-interference."

"Whoever strikes first, I will destroy."

The sound wasn't loud, but it carried across the entire battlefield.

Both armies were shocked.

The Witch Clan rules the land, the Demon Clan rules the heavens?

Di Jun frowned:

"On what grounds?"

Kong Xuan looked at him:

"Based on what I say."

Di Jun gritted his teeth and dared not speak again.

Dijiang also fell silent.

He dared not gamble.

Because of the man's eyes, he was telling him... he wasn't joking.

Kong Xuan looked around:

"Any objections?"

No one answered.

"it is good."

"Since there are no objections, then withdraw your troops."

"From this day forward, there shall be no more fighting."

Di Jun took a deep breath:

"retreat."

The demon army slowly retreated.

Dijiang gritted his teeth:

"retreat."

The Wu tribe army also slowly retreated.

Kong Xuan stood still, watching the two armies retreat.

His expression was calm.

Hongjun landed beside him and bowed, saying:

"Thank you, senior."

Kong Xuan shook his head:

"You're welcome."

"I just don't want to see the prehistoric world descend into chaos again."

"You know better than I how many people died in the Dragon-Han Great Tribulation."

"If the lich continues fighting, things will only get worse."

Hongjun bowed his head:

"You're right, senior."

Kong Xuan turned and flew towards the northern frontier.

The voice came softly:

"Hongjun, you should take care of the affairs of Heaven."

"If there's any more trouble, I'll come after you."

Hongjun was terrified:

"I will respectfully follow the instructions of my predecessors."

Kong Xuan disappeared into the horizon.

Hongjun stood still and sighed softly.

This senior colleague said he didn't care.

But they always intervened.

He took charge of the Dragon-Han Great Tribulation.

He got involved in the Lich War again.

He may say he's indifferent, but he cares deeply for the common people.

Hongjun shook his head and turned to leave.

Northern Xinjiang.

Inside the cave.

Kong Xuan sat cross-legged on the stone platform, closing his eyes and regulating his breathing.

He was thinking about the Lich War.

Both sides have their reasons, and both are wrong.

The demon race's rule over the heavens is perfectly legitimate.

The Wu tribe reveres Pangu, which is also the orthodox lineage.

Who is right and who is wrong?

There is no right or wrong.

Only life and death.

Kong Xuan opened his eyes and looked out of the cave.

"There's no way to manage everything that's happening in the primordial world."

"But since we've taken charge, we should see it through to the end."

"Once the rules are established, no one can break them."

"If Heaven's Way won't work, if Hongjun won't work, nobody will."

As soon as he finished speaking, he closed his eyes.

The cave returned to silence.

Buzhou Mountain.

The two armies retreated, leaving the battlefield deathly silent.

Corpses littered the ground, and blood flowed like rivers.

A figure stands on the battlefield.

His black robe was tattered, and he appeared listless.

Rahu.

He stared at the corpses scattered all over the ground, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

The Lich War has ended.

Kong Xuan has made his move again.

Rahu gritted his teeth:

"Kong Xuan, how many times have you ruined my plans?"

"Dragon Han Great Tribulation, you've gone awry."

"The Lich War, you've messed up again."

"What exactly do you want?"

He clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white.

But he dared not move.

Because he knew he was no match for them.

Rahu took a deep breath, turned and left.

"wait."

"I'll wait."

"One day, you will leave."

"One day, the primordial world will return to my hands."

As soon as he finished speaking, he disappeared into the darkness.