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

"BOOM!!!"

Deep within the cave, the sea of ​​bones piled up like a mountain suddenly exploded!

Countless skeletons shot into the sky, then rapidly melted and reformed in mid-air, transforming into... White Bone Demon Gods!

The demon god was hundreds of feet tall, its entire body composed of stark white bones, with eerie green soul flames flickering in its eye sockets, and it held a bone knife, a bone spear, and a bone banner in its hands... exuding a terrifying aura of death!

Even more terrifying is...

Beneath the Sea of ​​Bones, the earth split open into a bottomless chasm.

Demonic energy surged forth from the ravine, mixed with the wails of countless vengeful spirits, and... Rahu's unwilling roar before his fall!

"A body made from the bones of billions of living beings..."

"Its soul is formed from the resentment accumulated over countless eons..."

"Using the name of the Demon Ancestor Rahu as a starting point..."

From the depths of the ravine, an ancient, hoarse voice, seemingly emanating from the very bottom of the netherworld, slowly resounded:

"Come back..."

"My... demonic body!"

The words fell.

"roar!!!"

Billions of skeletal demons roared to the sky and knelt down in worship toward the ravine!

Amidst the surging demonic energy, a fragmented yet enormous demonic phantom, large enough to obscure the entire cave, slowly coalesced!

The demon had eight arms and twelve wings on its back, and its head was hidden deep within the demonic energy, making its face impossible to see.

But the aura it exudes...

It has come incredibly close to... the Primordial Limitless Golden Immortal!

"I see......"

Kong Xuan's gaze narrowed slightly, a hint of understanding flashing in his eyes.

Rahu's demonic thought was nothing more than a facade.

The real trump card is the demonic body secretly cultivated beneath Mount Sumeru, based on the resentment of the corpses accumulated by the Western religion over millions of years of "conversion" and guided by the demonic essence scattered after Rahu's fall!

Once the demonic thought merges with the demonic body...

Rahu may truly... reappear in the world!

"A clever plan."

Kong Xuan sneered:

"Unfortunately, you've run into me."

He ignored the suppressed ball of demonic energy in his hand and turned to look at the enormous demonic body that was coalescing.

"An empty shell dares to call itself the Demon Ancestor?"

Kong Xuan took a step forward, and his figure suddenly appeared directly in front of the demonic phantom.

His black robes fluttered in the wind, and his black hair danced wildly.

He slowly raised his hand, and in his palm, the origin of the Five Elements flowed, and the chaotic divine light condensed.

"Today, I will utterly sever your...way from return!"

The words fell.

Kong Xuan's right hand... slammed down!

"The Divine Light of the Great Dao... The Five Elements Suppress Demons!"

boom!!!

The chaotic divine light suddenly erupted, transforming into five pillars of light that pierced through heaven and earth!

Green, yellow, red, black, white!

Metal, wood, water, fire, and earth—the five elements revolve, mutually generating and restraining each other, evolving into a Five Elements Demon Refining Array that covers the entire cave!

Within the grand formation, the five elements' essence frantically washed over and refined the viscous demonic energy, eroding the illusory demonic body!

"roar!!!"

The demonic phantom roared, its eight arms waving and its twelve wings flapping wildly, attempting to tear apart the Five Elements Formation.

It may be useless.

How could a demonic body that had not yet fully condensed withstand the divine light of the Great Dao that Kong Xuan unleashed with his late-stage Hunyuan Wuji Luo cultivation?

The demonic energy dissipated and evaporated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The demonic phantom quickly dimmed and shrank.

From the depths of the ravine, that ancient voice roared in defiance:

"Primordial Chaos...Late Stage?!"

"In the primordial world... when did a being like you appear?!"

"Where is Hongjun?! Why didn't he come to stop you?!"

Kong Xuan remained expressionless, slowly clenching his right hand.

The Five Elements Formation contracted, and the refining power surged!

"Hongjun?"

A slight smirk played on his lips, revealing a hint of mockery.

"He can't even protect himself."

"As for hindering me..."

Kong Xuan's gaze suddenly turned cold:

"Does he even deserve it?"

As the last two words fell, the Five Elements Formation exploded with a deafening roar!

It wasn't a collapse, but rather... a complete eruption!

The five-colored divine light merged, transforming into a chaotic, world-destroying torrent that engulfed the demonic phantom, along with the ravines below, and countless skeletal demon gods...

"No!!!"

The ancient voice let out a final, mournful wail before abruptly ceasing.

As the torrent passed, all demonic energy, vengeful spirits, and skeletons were annihilated.

Even the deep, bottomless ravines were filled in and erased!

Where there was no one, only absolute nothingness remained.

It was as if this place had never been a mountain of corpses or a sea of ​​bones, nor a ravine of demonic bodies.

All traces of demonic practices were completely erased by the divine light of the Great Dao.

Kong Xuan slowly withdrew his hand.

In his palm, the purplish-black ball of demonic energy was still struggling, but it was already extremely weak.

The phantom head of Rahu stared intently at Kong Xuan, its eyes filled with resentment and unwillingness:

"Who... are you...?"

"Why...did you ruin my plans...?"

Kong Xuan glanced at it, his voice indifferent:

"Why ask so many questions of a dying demon?"

He clenched his five fingers together.

"puff."

A soft sound.

The sphere of light shattered, and the demonic energy dissipated.

Rahu's last remaining hope... vanished completely.

From then on, all traces left by the Demon Ancestor Rahu in the world were erased by Kong Xuan... personally.

Inside the cave, deathly silence returned.

Only Kong Xuan, his ink-black robe fluttering lightly, stood in the void.

He slowly raised his head, his gaze seemingly piercing through the mountain, looking towards the void beyond the thirty-three heavens, a crevice sealed off by Yang Mei.

Hongjun, Laozi, Yuanshi, Jieyin, Zhunti...

The five saints of the Xuanmen sect were all severely injured.

Rahu's demonic thoughts were completely annihilated.

Within the primordial wilderness, nothing else could stop his advance.

"Next..."

Kong Xuan muttered to himself, a chaotic light flickering in his eyes:

"It's time to bring this to a complete end... the Great Tribulation of the Investiture of the Gods."

As soon as he finished speaking, he took a step and disappeared into the belly of Mount Sumeru.

When it reappeared, it was already over Xiqi.

The once-powerful capital city of Heaven's Mandate has now been reduced to a desolate and lifeless ruin.

Most of the city wall had collapsed, and charred marks were visible everywhere, scars left by the clash between the Jie Sect's immortal techniques and the Chan Sect's supernatural powers.

The streets were deserted, with only tattered banners fluttering weakly in the bleak wind, and the occasional faint groans of dying wounded soldiers.

Jiang Ziya stood on the Investiture Platform atop Mount Qi, his body hunched over, his Taoist robe tattered, his beard and hair all white. The God-Slaying Whip in his hand, which had once commanded thousands of troops, was now dull and lifeless, hanging down like ordinary iron.

Behind him, only a few dozen third-generation disciples of the Chan Sect remained, all wounded, weak, and filled with despair.

Guang Chengzi, Chi Jingzi, Taiyi Zhenren... all twelve Golden Immortals are on the list.

The Antarctic Immortal, Yun Zhongzi... the core members of the Chan Sect were beheaded.

Even the revered Master Yuanshi Tianzun was annihilated by Kong Xuan at Kunlun Mountain. His sacred body shattered, and although his true spirit was protected by the Heavenly Dao and not completely extinguished, he was severely injured and it was unknown when he would be able to return.

Xiqi, it’s over.

"Is this the will of Heaven...?"

Jiang Ziya looked up at the sky, his voice hoarse and dry, full of self-mockery.

He was ordered by his master to descend the mountain to assist the wise ruler and to bestow divine titles on behalf of Heaven. He thought that by following the will of Heaven, he would be invincible.

But who could have imagined that the Investiture of the Gods would evolve into this situation?

Kong Xuan, the vice leader of the Jie Sect, appeared out of nowhere. With his Hunyuan body, he defied the heavens and changed his fate. He first killed the four saints, then suppressed the selfish desires of the Heavenly Dao, awakened the Earthly Dao and the Human Dao, and helped Emperor Xin and the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors to become nine saints in one day, completely reversing the world.

Humanity is now flourishing, and the Shang Dynasty is at its zenith. Emperor Xin, with the power of the Nine Sage Emperors, is rebuilding the country, abolishing the four regional lords, centralizing power, and the human race's fortune is gathering like a dragon, unstoppable.

And Xiqi...

Ji Fa's physical body had already been shattered by Wen Zhong's whip when he was defeated at Chuanyun Pass, and his true spirit was listed on the Investiture of the Gods.

King Wu has died, his army has been wiped out, and all the feudal lords have surrendered.

Jiang Ziya was just an ordinary mortal, with a cultivation level of only Earth Immortal. How could he possibly turn the tide?

"Jiang Shang".

A calm voice came from the horizon.

Jiang Ziya shuddered and slowly turned his head.

Above Mount Qi, a figure in a black robe stood with his hands behind his back, his black hair fluttering, his eyes as calm as an ancient well.

Kong Xuan.

he came.

"Senior Kong... Kong Xuan..."

Jiang Ziya's lips trembled, and he instinctively wanted to bow in respect, but his legs were so weak that he almost collapsed to the ground.

The dozens of disciples of the Chan Sect behind him were ashen-faced and trembling, not even daring to look up.

Saints can be easily wiped out, so what are these ants?