Transmigrating to the Primordial Era as a Peerless Great Witch, Changing Fate in the Primordial Worl

"Young master, leave quickly, this place is not safe to stay any longer." The Azure Scaled Dragon General stepped forward and "anxiously" helped Ao Xuan up. Ao Xuan seemed to wake from a dream and didn't bother to clean up the mess. He led the remaining guards and fled in panic towards the East Sea like stray dogs.

Shortly after they left, in a spatial fold tens of thousands of miles away from the valley, a demonic figure, elusive in form and exuding an intense aura of lust, slowly emerged.

It was the Desire Demon Envoy, the leader of the thirteen demon envoys under the Demon Ancestor Rahu. He looked in the direction where Ao Xuan and the others had disappeared, and then looked at the scorched earth that still retained a tragic aura. A strange and satisfied smile appeared on his face.

"Hehe, the essence of the dragon and the vengeful spirit of the Qilin are the most delicious offerings to the Demon Ancestor. The more chaotic this prehistoric world is, the better, hehehe." The cold laughter echoed in the desolate mountains and gradually dissipated.

A seemingly accidental conflict is like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, destined to stir up a monstrous wave in the primordial world.

The mastermind behind the scenes has already successfully retreated, waiting for the next opportunity to stir up trouble.

The fragile balance maintained by the three primordial races for billions of years was utterly shattered at this moment. The gears of the Great Calamity also began to turn at an accelerated pace.

A streak of earthy yellow light, carrying boundless fury and endless sorrow, tore through the sky and crashed down over the valley on the west side of the Ironclad Ridge of the Eastern Continent, a valley that was once vibrant with life but is now scorched earth.

As the light faded, a burly, resolute-looking middle-aged Taoist priest appeared, his eyes now bloodshot and his body trembling. He was none other than Lin Chi, the tenth elder of the Qilin clan.

Upon receiving his beloved daughter Lin Lan's final distress message, which contained the very essence of life, Lin Chi relentlessly burned his lifeblood and rushed to the scene at top speed.

Along the way, he used the elder's token to repeatedly send messages to all the nearby Qilin clan strongholds, ordering them to provide immediate support.

However, it was too late. The scene before him caused this peak Great Luo expert, who had experienced the calamity of ferocious beasts and was used to life-and-death battles, to feel as if his heart was being torn apart and his eyes were about to burst.

The valley had been completely leveled, and countless huge craters reeking of burnt blood were scattered everywhere.

The shattered blue Qilin scales, the broken earthen-yellow Qilin horns, and the dark red blood scabs soaked in mud silently testify to the fierce battle that took place here not long ago.

The air was thick with the pungent stench of dragons and the residual, violent energy from the self-destruction.

"Lan'er," Lin Chi said hoarsely as he staggered to the center of the valley.

There remained a faint trace of aura that he knew to the bone; it was the place where his beloved daughter, Linlan, had finally self-destructed her primordial spirit and physical body.

There was nothing else besides this. "Ah---You dragon brat, you've gone too far!" Lin Chi roared to the sky, his voice a heart-wrenching cry. The sound waves rolled on, shaking the surrounding remaining mountain peaks.

A boundless, earthy-yellow aura, mixed with overwhelming blood and qi, surged from his body into the sky. He suddenly pierced his fingertip and used his own blood essence as ink to draw a complex Great Dao Blood Oath rune in the air.

"I, Lin Chi, the tenth elder of the Qilin clan, hereby swear by the bloodline of the Qilin. In this lifetime, I will slaughter all the dragons who participated in the siege of my daughter, Lin Lan, today. If this grudge is not avenged, my bloodline will wither and my soul will be destroyed, never to be reborn." As soon as the blood oath was made, heaven and earth responded, and a blood-red thunderbolt ripped through the sky, symbolizing the irreversibility of the oath.

After swearing a blood oath, Lin Chi suppressed his grief and collected all the identifiable remains of his clansmen in the valley, while also imprinting the image of the valley on his mind.

He knew that attempting to force his way into the Dragon Clan for revenge would be tantamount to throwing an egg against a rock. This matter had to be reported to the Qilin Clan Chief, and the entire clan's strength needed to be mobilized for revenge.

Lin Chi transformed into a streak of light and headed straight for Qilin Cliff, the core ancestral land of the Qilin clan near Buzhou Mountain. Upon returning to the ancestral land, Lin Chi did not immediately seek an audience with the First Qilin, but instead secretly visited the other nine highly respected elders of the Qilin clan.

He displayed the images of the devastation in the valley recorded in Iron Sha Ridge, the last message Lin Lan sent back, the dragon aura he sensed, and especially Ao Xuan's behavior.

"Elders, the Dragon Clan's arrogance and domineering nature is nothing new. In the past, we could tolerate their raids on our borders and their slaughter of our vassal races. But now they dare to openly ambush and brutally kill our princess! This is an unprecedented provocation against our Qilin Clan, a blatant trampling of the prestige of our First Qilin Clan Chief. If we do not fight the Dragon Clan, how will all the creatures of the primordial world view our Qilin Clan? How will they view our beast race? Will any Tom, Dick, or Harry dare to bully our clan in the future?"

Lin Chi delivered a passionate speech with tears streaming down his face. After watching the video, the nine elders sensed the resolute aura of Princess Lin Lan's self-destruction and were also filled with indignation.

Many of their descendants had also suffered oppression from the dragon race. Would their descendants also be cruelly tortured and killed by the dragon race in the future? Old and new grudges surged into their hearts.

"Elder Lin Chi is absolutely right; this battle is unavoidable."

"The worms of the four seas must pay a bloody price."

"Let us go together to see the clan chief and ask him to send troops to punish us."

Soon, led by Lin Chi, the ten elders of the Qilin clan stepped into the underground palace of Qilin Cliff. On the throne of the "Qilin Underground Palace" that exuded endless weight and majesty, the Qilin sat cross-legged with its eyes closed. The Dao of Earth of the eighth level and the Dao of Qilin Suppressing the Earth of the third level around its body were as steady as mountains.

Sensing the barely suppressed grief and indignation emanating from the ten elders, he slowly opened his eyes.

Lin Chi stepped forward, knelt on one knee, presented the recording stone and Lin Lan's communication jade talisman with both hands, and solemnly reported the whole story word by word.

The First Qilin listened quietly, its expression neither joyful nor sorrowful. Only its giant claws, resting on its knees, tightened slightly, cracking the hard armrests of the throne.

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant. The Dragon Clan and the Qilin Clan had a long history of friction and casualties on both sides, but there was an unwritten rule among the high-ranking officials of both sides to avoid killing each other's core royal family members as much as possible.

This is the bottom line for maintaining a superficial balance. Now, the Dragon Clan has openly broken the tacit agreement and brutally murdered the Qilin Princess. This is no longer a simple conflict, but a naked declaration of war.

"Dragon Clan, Ancestral Dragon." A cold glint flashed in the eyes of the First Qilin.

"It seems that millions of years of peace have made you forget the might of my Qilin clan. This battle is inevitable, and we must not only fight, but win decisively, demonstrating the majesty of the King of Beasts. Otherwise, my Qilin clan will have no dignity left before the myriad races of the primordial world."

Upon realizing this, Qilin suddenly stood up, and an aura of imperial power that could suppress all directions swept across the entire temple.

"Issue the imperial decree of the chieftain of my beast clan!" The First Qilin's voice was majestic, like the rhythm of the earth.

"Ten elders of the Qilin Clan, heed my command! Immediately assemble all the elite forces of our clan and send a message to all vassal races under your command. A thousand years from now, we will march on the Eastern Continent, with the primary objective of reclaiming all inland waters occupied by the Dragon Clan. Proclaim this order throughout the primordial world."

"We will obey the clan leader's decree!" The ten elders were greatly encouraged and roared in unison, their eyes burning with the flames of revenge and a thirst for war.