I, the primordial ancestor, started out as a useless cult and a useless saint.

Chapter 130 Ragingly Crashing Against Mount Buzhou

Kunpeng was terrified, and when he looked up, he saw that it was Zhen Yuanzi who had come to kill him.

"You, Zhen Yuanzi, what are you trying to do?"

"Hmph, Kunpeng, you killed my friend Hongyun, today you will be buried with him."

bang

All that could be seen was Zhen Yuanzi striking down with his palm; no matter how powerful the Demon Master Kunpeng was, he could not withstand the might of a sage.

"No--."

bang

The demon master was instantly terrified, only to see Zhen Yuanzi grab a gourd with one hand.

The sudden scene stunned all the saints.

"this"

"Damn it, that Zhen Yuanzi is a real bastard, he actually killed the life force of the demon race."

Nuwa in the Nuwa Palace was furious, but dared not leave. After calculating with her fingers, she finally understood, and then let out a bitter laugh:

"Heh, it's all about timing and fate. Man can't outsmart Heaven. The seeds of fate were sown long ago, so the Demon Master Kunpeng's demise was inevitable. Alas, is there truly no hope left for the demon race?"

As a single tear fell, the spiritual energy of the primordial land surged. Ye Yang slowly raised his head and smiled slightly.

"The only hope for the demon race lies with the human race. They should stay put and peacefully become food for the human race until the immeasurable calamity."

With Kunpeng slain, the last vestige of life for the demon race was extinguished, and the remaining demons scattered and fled in all directions. As for the dignity of the demon race? To hell with it.

Even the Demon-Summoning Banner couldn't bring them back now. Watching the demons scatter and flee, Nuwa's heart bled. She had bet on the wrong thing from the start, but she was completely unaware of it, which led to this predicament.

Tears streamed down Nuwa's face. Heartbroken and filled with remorse, she murmured to herself:

"If possible, I would never abandon the human race, but, heh heh."

Nuwa understood that she had created all of this. Back when the human race was in calamity, Ye Yang had pleaded with all the saints of the heavens for help, but none of them offered assistance. Only the Tongtian Sect Master could offer words of advice.

However, this single word of advice allowed the Tongtian Sect Leader to find a way out for the Jie Sect, and led him onto his own path.

However, Nuwa and the Sage Taiqing were sinking deeper and deeper into their predicament. Now it was too late for them to regret their actions, and there was no way to make amends. They could only continue down the wrong path.

In the depths of chaos, the Nuwa Palace suddenly shone brightly, followed by the appearance of a seal that sealed the temple.

"Unless there is a major event, I, Nuwa, will never leave my temple."

Perhaps he was heartbroken; he had to bear the bitter fruit of his own actions.

When the saints of the heavens saw Nuwa's actions, they sighed and felt a pang of sorrow.

"If only I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have done it in the first place. It's just karma."

On the vast and desolate land, Kunpeng was killed, and the remaining demons scattered and fled. Only Gonggong stood there with lifeless, empty eyes, seemingly lost in thought.

The beings of the primordial world were at a loss.

"Is this the end of the Lich King's Cataclysm?"

"Impossible. The Ancestral Witches are not dead. The Lich Calamity is not over."

"Really? Then what's the story with Gonggong?"

The beings of the primordial world were puzzled, as were all the saints of the heavens.

"Is that all? Didn't the teacher say that Mount Buzhou would collapse? How come this is happening?"

"No need to worry. As long as Mount Buzhou stands, the Lich War is not over. Just wait and see."

The saints exchanged greetings, then looked towards the primordial land. Ye Yang was also puzzled. Could it be that his arrival had changed the outcome?

Just as they were stunned and confused, a voice suddenly resounded throughout the primordial land from the Heavenly Court of the Demon Race.

"The demon race will not perish, the demon race will not fear death, the witch race, I, Xihe of the demon race, will fight!"

With a roar, a beam of light shot towards her. Xihe took the initiative to meet the calamity. Her son had been killed, and Xihe was already heartbroken. Seeing her husband self-destruct, Xihe's heart was already dead. What was the use of living alone? She might as well follow him. However, she could not let the Ancestral Witch benefit from it.

"kill--."

With a roar, she charged straight at Gonggong, but unfortunately, Xihe was no match for this 108,000-mile-long Dharma body.

"My husband is dead, nine of my ten sons have been killed, and the last one has risen in the east and fallen in the west, never to return home. The demon race has been defeated and is no longer as powerful as it once was. As the head of the demon race's Heavenly Court, how can I live on in disgrace?"

Xihe thrust out with her sword.

"Gonggong, your husband failed to kill you, so I will kill you, and you will die—."

It transformed into a streak of light and pierced Gonggong's heart in an instant. At this moment, Gonggong was already exhausted. How could he withstand this lightning-fast sword strike?

With a soft "plop," a large hole appeared in Gonggong's chest, and blood gushed out instantly, turning into a raging river that rushed straight to the primordial land. Xihe used all her magical power to pierce through Gonggong's heart.

"roar--"

With a roar, and overwhelmed by intense pain, Gonggong went mad. With strength from who knows where, he suddenly turned around and grabbed with one hand.

"Xihe, die—".

They were going all out, Xihe was going all out, and Gonggong was going all out too. All they saw was a huge hand that covered the sky falling down, and Xihe was immediately grabbed by Gonggong.

Bang.

Xihe was crushed to death before she could even scream.

"roar--."

Gonggong then staggered, his eyes filled with endless death.

"Brothers, I'm here, hahaha."

In a fit of rage, he crashed into the Buzhou Mountain range, silently chanting in his heart:

"Ancestor of Humanity, let me, Gonggong, use this last remaining body to open the path to enlightenment for the human race."

All that could be seen was Gonggong striding heavily towards Buzhou Mountain, knowing in his heart that if Buzhou Mountain did not fall, the human race would surely be hindered. Gonggong also knew that no one except the Wu tribe would dare to attack Buzhou Mountain.

Since that's the case, I might as well be a good person this time.

"Father God, please forgive Gonggong's rudeness."

All the saints in the heavens reacted instantly upon seeing this scene.

"Mount Buzhou is about to collapse, but the Wu tribe has already won at this moment. Why still want to destroy Mount Buzhou?"

All that could be heard was the words of the Supreme Sage:

"As long as Mount Buzhou stands, all living beings in the primordial world will be unable to escape the influence of Pangu. Even if Pangu's will disappears, it will still be the same. Even if the Wu tribe doesn't collide with Mount Buzhou, they will find other reasons to destroy it."

In short, the Lich-Demon Calamity ended when the demon race was defeated and scattered, all twelve ancestral witches of the Wu race died, and Mount Buzhou collapsed.

However, the ancestral witch Houtu was deceived by Ye Yang through the trick of stealing the sky and changing the sun. Otherwise, the great calamity of the witch and the demon would have continued. But once Houtu is born, who in this prehistoric world can be her opponent?

All the saints and sages of the heavens? They would probably be slapped to death by Houtu. As for Hongjun? Even if he could defeat Houtu, the Ancestor of Humanity was not one to just watch the show.

This is also why Ye Yang kept Houtu out of the world. As for the next great calamity, it doesn't matter. The matter has been turned over, and the Heavenly Dao can't care. Otherwise, the Lich War would reappear.

When the Twelve Ancestral Witches are resurrected, Heaven will have no choice but to suffer the consequences.

"Junior sister, Yuanshi, Buzhou Mountain is about to collapse. Let's prepare to mend the sky. This is a great opportunity to gain merit. As for whether we can offset our karma, and how much karma we can offset, it depends on our actions."

After hearing Taiqing's words, Nuwa opened her eyes.

"Yes, senior brother."

The Nine-Colored Divine Stone and the Qiankun Cauldron have appeared.

As for the two Western Sages, they also saw Gonggong heading straight for Buzhou Mountain, but they were puzzled:

"Gonggong is going to crash into Buzhou Mountain. The East is doomed. That's the pillar of heaven!"

"Who cares? That's in the East, let them suffer. Otherwise, how can we in the West maintain balance?"

"What you say is very true, senior brother. We will sit back and watch the show."

It's just a pity about the two Western saints; they were tricked without even realizing it.

However, the Master of Heaven just chuckled:

"Mending the sky? The methods planted by the Ancestor of Humanity will eventually come in handy. But how could I allow you to gain such great merit?"

The Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation quietly appeared in his hand. The Tongtian Sect Leader's eyes sharpened; it was time to make arrangements for the Jie Sect.

Rumble.

Suddenly, the heavens and earth shook, and a scream echoed across the vast land.

(End of this chapter)