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

If Wugu had not appeared out of nowhere and stirred up the cause and effect, the three innate races would have been destined to fight each other in a daze under the instigation of Hongjun and Luohou and the impetus of the Heavenly Dao, exhausting their last bit of strength.

Driven by despair and madness, they faced near annihilation, ultimately serving as a stepping stone for others and providing the most abundant sacrifice for the primordial Heavenly Dao.

Now, because of Wugu's words that set the standard, the western continent has been designated as the final battleground, and the three races have shifted from passively responding to the calamity to actively "settling their debts".

Although equally tragic, a glimmer of hope remained for the future. This glimmer of hope was the only obsession in the minds of the three clan leaders at this moment, supporting them in making the most ruthless decisions.

Almost as if by telepathy, or perhaps sensing from the depths of their being that the time had come, beneath the overwhelming, sky-covering clouds of calamity, three decrees, imbued with boundless resolve, sorrow, and chilling intent, simultaneously resounded throughout every corner of the Western Continent:

"Kill those with scale armor"

"Killing the Birds and All Kinds"

"Slaying All Beasts and Spirits"

The word "kill" was uttered, and the heavens and earth fell silent, followed by a deafening roar that engulfed everything.

East, West, South, North, and Center; the nine veins of scaled creatures, the nine veins of birds, and the nine veins of beasts; countless creatures of all shapes and sizes, led by their respective leaders, seemed to have had their last shred of reason drained, transforming into three world-destroying torrents composed of flesh, scales, wings, and claws that swept across the heavens and earth, colliding together.

"Rumble---"

In an instant, the sky collapsed and the earth split open; sharp claws tore through scales and armor; sharp beaks pierced through flesh and skin; fangs snapped bones and tendons; and divine light shredded souls.

The explosions of spells, the clash of weapons, the dying screams, and the mad roars, mixed with the sticky sounds of bones shattering and internal organs exploding, intertwined to create a primal and brutal symphony of death.

The blood no longer flowed, but poured down like a torrential downpour, instantly turning the already dark red land of the Western Continent into a viscous, foul-smelling ocean.

The malevolent energy, calamity energy, death energy, and resentment were so dense that they could not be dispersed, forming a thick, blood-red mist that enveloped everything.

The intelligence of lower-level creatures has long been completely blinded, and they have reverted to their animal instincts, only knowing how to tear and scratch the "others" in front of them in the most primitive way. Countless precious spiritual treasures have fallen to the dust and been trampled into mud.

In the shadows outside the battlefield, pairs of greedy eyes were excitedly watching this meat grinder.

Deep within the Demon Palace of Mount Sumeru, the Demon Ancestor Rahu almost roared to the heavens.

He painstakingly sowed discord among the three races for countless eons, yet the resentment, remnants of souls, and essence he collected were still less than one ten-millionth of what was spontaneously gathering above the battlefield at this moment.

The boundless, dense, and almost black negative energy, like the most delicious food, was frantically drawn in by him using the supreme demonic array, continuously pouring into the "Four Swords of Immortal Slaughter" and the "Immortal Slaughter Array Diagram" that floated in the center of the demonic palace.

The sword hummed, blood light shot into the sky, and the killing intent almost solidified into a tangible law. The phantom of the killing world on the array diagram was gradually replaced by a scene of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and a hellish landscape.

Luo Hou could clearly feel that the power of the four swords formation was rising at an unprecedented speed, rapidly approaching the legendary supreme realm.

"Kill, kill, kill as many as you can! Your resentment, fear, and unwillingness are the best resources for my great mastery of the demonic path." Rahu's maniacal laughter echoed in the demon palace, filled with smug satisfaction.

Deep beneath Mount Sumeru, at the main ley line node, Styx sits at the core of the "Deceiving Heaven Array," with surging demonic energy beneath him and calamity power seeping down from above, mixed with endless killing intent, blood energy, and death energy.

The River Styx, like a bottomless black hole, frantically devoured and refined everything.

The Blood Demon Slaughtering Sword Lotus slowly rotated above his head, refining and purifying the surging resentment and blood energy into the most primal killing Dao rhythm and creative vitality. Part of it nourished the treasure itself, and part of it was absorbed by the Styx River.

The Blood Demon Slaughtering Divine Sword rested across his lap, its blade trembling slightly as if drinking in the invisible essence of slaughter, its edge growing ever colder and more piercing.

"This murderous aura of calamity is also excellent material for tempering a sword." Styx's lips curled into a cold smile, his aura steadily increasing as he devoured the other, his foundation becoming increasingly unfathomable.

Beneath the earth, in various parts of the battlefield, twelve powerful yet concealed auras moved rapidly through the earth's veins like the most experienced hunters and scavengers.

These were the twelve Ancestral Witches who came on the orders of Wugu. They had a clear division of labor. Dijiang traversed space and instantly arrived at the place where the corpses were most concentrated. Jumang urged the plants to quietly sweep away the severed limbs. Gonggong and Zhurong joined forces, one of them triggering underground currents to wash and collect the remains, and the other using divine fire to burn impurities and refine the essence of blood.

Houtu then used the power of the earth to soothe and gather the broken and wailing ley lines that had been fractured by the great war.

Their movements were incredibly swift, yet extremely cautious. Each strike was timed to occur during a brief lull in the large-scale fighting, or in a corner unnoticed by the aftershocks of battle.

As soon as a powerful aura swept by, or the aftershocks of a terrifying clash of divine powers approached, they immediately burrowed deep underground and disappeared without a trace.

After all, the area above is a frenzied battlefield where hundreds of millions of living beings are fighting. Even they would be in danger of serious injury or even death if they were besieged by several branch leaders or clan chiefs at the level of Hunyuan Golden Immortals.

Tens of thousands of years have passed in endless slaughter. Apart from Mount Sumeru, which is firmly protected by the demonic array, there is no intact land left in the Western Continent. It has been completely turned into a battlefield of Asura.

More than half of the three races have perished, their corpses piled up like mountains, their blood gathered into a sea, their resentment soared to the sky, and the clouds of calamity hung low, as if heaven and earth were weeping.

Just as the slaughter reached a certain extreme, and even the activation of the Heavenly Dao's malevolent energy seemed somewhat "weak," the three clan leaders finally made their move.

Instead of joining the command, he personally took to the field to hasten the end of this calamity through slaughter.

"戾"

A clear and majestic phoenix cry pierced the blood-red sky. Yuan Feng stepped onto the thirteenth-grade "Phoenix Nirvana Divine Lotus" and held the dazzling red-gold "Phoenix Nirvana Divine Sword" as he stepped into the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood from the southern edge of the Western Continent.

Without the slightest hesitation, she lightly swung her divine sword, and with a "clang," a blazing, sun-like, and boundless Nirvana sword aura slashed out horizontally.

Wherever the sword energy passed, space was neatly sliced ​​open, leaving dark cracks. Beneath these cracks, whether it was the dragon sons and grandsons known for their physical strength, the giant pythons and black tortoises covered in scales and armor, or the thick-skinned descendants of the Qilin, fierce tigers and rhinoceroses, all were silently cut in two and then burned by the Nirvana True Fire contained within the sword energy.

With a single sword strike, the sky stretched for thousands of miles, and countless lives were instantly annihilated.

Yuan Feng's face was cold and aloof, her eyes as icy as ice, devoid of any of the tenderness she usually showed when facing Wu Gu.

She seemed to transform into the purest god of slaughter, cutting straight from south to north towards the very center of the battlefield, where the murderous aura was most intense.

Every time the Phoenix Divine Sword flashes, an area is "purified," and whether it is scales or beasts, they all become "ashes of calamity" that need to be repaid for their karma.