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

The Qilin's order to conquer was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, stirring up a monstrous wave among the beasts of the primordial world.

A thousand years is but a fleeting moment in the vast universe, and in these thousand years, the Qilin Clan, this enormous war machine, has been operating at high efficiency.

The ten elders of the Qilin clan were dispatched to various parts of the prehistoric world. Countless beast races that had long been subjugated to the Qilin clan for hundreds of millions of years, whether powerful combat races such as the Howling Moon Wolf, the Earth-Splitting Divine Ox, and the Burning Sky Mammoth, or races skilled in support such as the Treasure-Seeking Rat and the Mountain-Drilling Armor, none dared to slack off after receiving the call to arms. They all gathered their most elite warriors and brought massive amounts of resources to converge on several huge plains designated on the outskirts of Buzhou Mountain.

They were already used to the rule of the Qilin clan. The Qilin clan charged ahead, and they only needed to follow behind, sweeping away the remaining enemies to get a share of the spoils of war, and even devouring the flesh and blood of the dragon and aquatic races to improve their cultivation.

For them, such wars were more like a hunting feast. When the millennium came, the endless territory surrounding Buzhou Mountain was filled with a terrifying army formation that stretched as far as the eye could see.

The elite troops of the Qilin clan, clad in heavy, earth-yellow armor, stood in formation like moving mountains, followed by a coalition of billions of beast races of various shapes and fierce auras.

The sheer number of this terrifying allied forces had reached "hundreds of millions," and the soaring blood and malevolent energy mixed together dyed the sky a dark red.

"Setting out on the expedition"

The First Qilin stood atop a towering platform made of nine-colored divine soil, its scepter, symbolizing the authority of beasts, waving forward.

"roar---"

A deafening roar echoed through the sky as a massive army, like a flood bursting its banks, surged toward the inland waters controlled by the dragons of the Eastern Continent.

The Qilin's strategy is clear: it will not involve the Dragon Clan's stronghold in the Four Seas for the time being, but will concentrate its superior forces to occupy all the rivers and lakes of the prehistoric continent.

In these places, the Qilin clan can draw upon the power of the earth's pulse to gain endless earth energy, thus gaining an absolute home-field advantage.

The war was one-sided from the start, with the dragons having relatively weak defenses in the inland waters.

Faced with the well-prepared, high-spirited, and overwhelmingly numerous allied forces of the Qilin clan, they were almost utterly defeated.

One by one, the dragon clan's water palaces were breached, and the rivers and waterways controlled by the dragon clan were forcibly reversed by the powerful members of the Qilin clan who were skilled at manipulating the earth's veins, drawing upon the earth's energy to turn them into "dead water."

Countless dragon and aquatic soldiers guarding the area were reduced to dust under the iron hooves of the beast army. Their corpses, inner cores, and treasured spiritual materials became spoils of war for the beast alliance to plunder in a frenzy.

Especially after devouring the flesh and blood of the dragon race, many beast cultivators who were stuck at the bottleneck of their cultivation level broke through their barriers. This phenomenon further stimulated the beast alliance, making their eyes turn red and their attacks even more ferocious.

The war devolved into a bloody feast of plunder and evolution.

When the First Emperor received a flurry of urgent calls for help at the Dragon Palace in the East Sea, the Qilin army had already swept across nearly half of the inland waters like wildfire.

"How dare you, Origin Qilin, act like this?"

Zulong was both shocked and furious, never expecting that Shi Qilin would actually do it for real this time. Zulong immediately summoned the ten elders of the Dragon Clan, gathered the elite forces from all four seas, and transformed them into countless earth-shattering water tornadoes, rushing towards the Eastern Continent where the battle was most intense.

The source of the Cangjiang River lies in the Wushan Gorge, a crucial point on the largest river system in the eastern continent.

The two top emperors of the primordial world, the First Qilin and the Ancestral Dragon, finally confronted each other here.

The Primordial Qilin, the Ancestral Dragon, stood atop the waves, his voice fierce and stern: "Why have you launched an attack without cause, invading my dragon clan's territory and slaughtering my people?"

"Without cause?" The First Qilin sneered, its voice like muffled thunder: "Ancestral Dragon, stop pretending to be confused. Your Dragon Clan's Ao Xuan ambushed and brutally murdered Lin Lan, the daughter of my Qilin Clan's elder. This blood feud is irreconcilable, and today your Dragon Clan will pay for it in blood."

"Ao Xuan?" Zu Long's heart sank. He had indeed heard of him. This boy was usually arrogant, but he never expected that he would dare to do something that crossed the line.

But under the watchful eyes of everyone, Zulong, as the ruler of the Scaled Armor Clan and the Dragon King, could not possibly show weakness.

"Hmph, that's just one side of the story. Even if it were true, it would be a private grudge between juniors. Why would it cause a war between the two races, resulting in widespread suffering?" Zu Long argued.

"Personal grudge?" The First Qilin laughed angrily, "The murder of my daughter is considered a personal grudge in your eyes? Very well, then today I will show you how my beast race settles this 'personal grudge': kill." The negotiations broke down.

The great battle erupted instantly, with the First Qilin facing off against the Ancestral Dragon, and the ten elders of the Qilin clan facing off against the ten elders of the Dragon clan.

The massive army below collided violently like two destructive tides.

The battle of emperors was earth-shattering. The Primordial Qilin drew upon the earth's veins for thousands of miles, transforming into a Qilin tens of thousands of feet tall, each claw containing the power to shatter mountains and split the earth. The Ancestral Dragon controlled the waters of the Cangjiang River, its dragon body churning and unleashing a world-destroying tsunami.

The two fought from the sky to the ground, and from the ground to the water, until the sun and moon lost their light and the mountains and rivers changed color.

However, this place was, after all, more land than the primordial continent, and the home ground of the Qilin clan. The continuous flow of earth energy blessed the Primordial Qilin and the Qilin Elders, making their power almost inexhaustible.

The dragons, far removed from the seas, faced difficulties replenishing their water elemental energy, severely weakening their strength. Even more critical was the battle below. The beastman alliance was overwhelmingly superior in number and held the advantage of terrain. The dragon and aquatic allied forces suffered repeated defeats, inflicting extremely heavy casualties.

Every moment, countless dragons were torn apart and devoured. This fierce battle lasted for tens of thousands of years. After tens of thousands of years, almost all of the dragons' strongholds in the waters of the prehistoric continent were uprooted.

The aquatic creatures under their command either surrendered, fled, or became food for the beastmen. Even the elite forces of the Dragon Clan headquarters suffered nearly 90% casualties. All ten elders were wounded, and three of them were critically injured and on the verge of death.

Zu Long felt his heart bleed as he looked at the appalling situation before him. He knew that if the fighting continued, he might lose all the elite troops he had brought from the East China Sea.

"Original Qilin, my Dragon Clan will remember this grudge. Retreat!" The Ancestral Dragon let out a resentful roar, forced the Original Qilin back with a claw, gathered up the remaining Dragon Clan troops, transformed into a vast expanse of water, and retreated towards the East Sea without looking back.

Thus, all inland waters on the primordial continent fell into the hands of the Qilin Clan and their allied beast forces. This war, which lasted for ten thousand years, ended in a complete victory for the Qilin Clan.

However, everyone understood that this was only the beginning, and the Dragon Clan would never let it go. The First Qilin also knew that this was not the time to start the final battle, so it exercised restraint and did not pursue the Ancestral Dragon and the others. However, it still reassured the clan elders: "Once our beast clan is ready, we will surely annihilate the Dragon Clan to avenge your fallen loved ones."

At the bottom of the 100,000 volcanoes, in the core of the molten lava, Wugu sits quietly like an ancient creator god.

Its aura had been completely contained and merged with the raging earth fire around it. If it weren't for the fact that its chest still rose and fell slightly at a frequency that only occurred once every ten thousand years, it would be no different from a stubborn rock.

However, deep within his heart, in the endless "dream world" evolved from the "Dream Enlightenment Method" based on the "Great Way of the Mind," a silent struggle for the Dao is unfolding, a struggle that is billions of times more magnificent, complex, and dangerous than any great battle in the primordial world.