Primordial Era: A God-Level Choice, Possessing Zhao Gongming at the Start.

Chapter 580 The God-Slaying Spear Unleashed, A Glimmer of Cold Light

"How did the journey go? Have you captured Xiniu Hezhou?"

Although Yuanshi already had a result in mind, he still asked with the idea of ​​giving it a try.

Zhunti and Jieyin remained silent. Nuwa sighed and shook her head, saying, "Wutian has already set up the Heavenly Demon Formation on Mount Sumeru in Xiniu Hezhou, drawing upon the demonic fortune of the entire Three Realms. It has already become a force to be reckoned with. Although the three of us can contend with him, we are far from being able to break the Heavenly Demon Formation. I have disappointed my three senior brothers."

Yuanshi's heart sank, he waved his hand, and said nothing more.

Instead, the Tongtian Sect Leader smiled and comforted her, "Junior Sister Nuwa, there's no need to blame yourself. The demonic path came with great force and preparation this time. It's understandable that we failed."

"Um."

Nuwa nodded gently and stepped aside.

Zhunti and Jieyin were so ashamed that they had already quietly retreated to the side, waiting for the Dao Ancestor and the Demon Ancestor to start their battle in the void.

In the corner, Nuwa glanced around, frowned, and asked Tongtian Jiaozhu beside her, "Senior Brother Tongtian, where is my nephew?"

The Tongtian Sect Leader shook his head. "I don't know either. Since the day the demonic path invaded, there has been no news of him. Perhaps he is secretly preparing somewhere."

Nuwa nodded and asked no further questions.

Instead, Zhunti's eyes lit up, and he blurted out, "Senior Brother Tongtian, your disciple didn't know the demonic path was going to invade and deserted early on, did he?"

Jieyin frowned. What kind of time is this to be making such jokes? Just as he was about to reprimand him, Tongtian Jiaozhu drew his Qingping Sword and pointed it directly at Zhunti. His sword-like eyebrows were like knives as he coldly stared at Zhunti. "Say it again, and don't blame me for being merciless with my Qingping Sword today."

An intense killing intent enveloped Zhunti, as if he had suddenly been transported to the dead of winter, causing Zhunti to shiver involuntarily, shrink back slightly, and dare not say another word.

Despite Tongtian Jiaozhu's current self-inflicted wound and fall from his saintly position, now only possessing the cultivation of the first level of Hunyuan, the sword dao he has comprehended over billions of years has not dissipated. In a real fight, he would most likely be beaten by Zhunti.

At this moment, a terrifying surge of Dao energy erupted from the heavens, sweeping across the nine heavens and ten earths. Everyone's hearts tightened, and a heavy look flashed across their faces. They dared not be careless again and looked towards the heavens.

Nine Heavens, Hongjun and Luohou still did not make a move. All the strange phenomena they had caused were merely a clash of their auras.

Even so, it was terrifying to the extreme. Even quasi-saints were struggling to breathe. Those below the quasi-saint level were not even qualified to watch. Just one glance would cause their primordial spirit to be pulverized by the terrifying torrent of Dao essence.

Only Heavenly Saints or Primordial Great Luo Immortals are qualified to observe the battle calmly, but at this moment, everyone's faces were also full of solemnity, as this battle was related to the final outcome of the struggle between the Dao and the Demon.

If they win, everyone will be overjoyed. But if they lose, the Three Realms will likely become the ancestral home of demons, which is unacceptable to the myriad races that have lived in the Three Realms for countless millennia.

After rounds of collisions, the boundless Dao essence in the Nine Heavens gradually subsided, and the trembling Three Realms gradually returned to peace.

Hongjun, dressed in grey robes with his hands behind his back, was completely unremarkable. His weathered eyes fell on Luo Hou, and he slowly said, "Luo Hou, after billions of years, you are still so stubborn. Have you forgotten the lesson you learned on Mount Sumeru?"

Luo Hou, dressed in black, gave a sinister smile. "A lesson? Old man Hongjun, are you referring to the lesson you learned from bullying the weak with your numbers on Mount Sumeru?"

"But the situation is very different now. No one can stop our battle. I want to see how you can defeat me without the help of those old fogies."

Hongjun sighed, completely abandoning the idea of ​​making Luo Hou change his mind. Now, the only way to preserve the prehistoric world was to defeat Luo Hou honorably.

"In that case, you may make your move."

"OK."

As soon as Hongjun's voice rang out, Luo Hou attacked with lightning speed. He casually waved his sleeve, and a black ribbon came flying in the wind, its dense demonic decrees almost solidified.

The expressions of all the saints and Hunyuan tightened, and they couldn't help but clench their fists. This was a strike that returned to simplicity, which showed Luo Hou's attainments in the demonic path.

Hongjun showed no fear. He slightly raised his hand, and a beam of jade-white immortal light shot out, colliding with Luo Hou's attack under the watchful eyes of thousands.

"Bang!"

The void emitted a faint sound. The point of impact was instantly reduced to dust, evolving into a void, chaos. Countless fire, water, and wind flew out from it, surging towards the Three Realms. But before they could act, the collapsed space instantly returned to its original state.

Their first encounter was both a battle and a test, and the result was a draw. Luo Hou and Hong Jun gained a general understanding of each other's strength.

As they had anticipated, both sides, barring any unforeseen circumstances, had reached the peak of the Primordial Chaos Golden Immortal realm. It would be difficult to determine a victor.

Luo Hou exhaled a breath of turbid air, "Old man Hongjun, your strength is not bad. It seems you haven't slacked off all these years."

Hongjun remained calm. "Your strength has surprised me as well. You truly deserve the title of Demon Ancestor. If we could do it all over again, I would have fought with all my might to completely eliminate you on Mount Sumeru back then."

Upon hearing this, Rahu suddenly burst into laughter, "Old man Hongjun, have you forgotten what I once said? When the Tao declines, the demons rise; when the demons rise, the Tao declines. Even without me, Rahu, countless Rahus will appear in the endless years to come. Can you kill them all?"

The unrestrained laughter echoed across the land within a million miles of Buzhou Mountain, gradually subsiding only after a long time. The smile on Rahu's face gradually faded, and with a wave of his hand, a lotus platform shattered in the void and flew to his front.

Immediately afterwards, ripples spread through the void, and a long spear slowly emerged. The spear was engraved with infinitely mysterious Dao patterns, and its tip gleamed with a cold light. The moment it appeared, the evil energy within the entire Buzhou Mountain ruins seemed to be drawn up, and countless eyes were focused on this long spear.

"God-Slaying Spear"

The crowd looked solemn, clearly aware of the name of the God-Slaying Spear. As an innate and malevolent treasure, the God-Slaying Spear seemed to be born specifically for killing. Its power was among the top innate treasures, no less than that of the Taiji Diagram, the Pangu Banner, the Chaos Bell, and other top innate treasures.

"Master Hongjun, take this shot from me."

Rahu held the God-Slaying Spear, wielding it to unleash a torrent of malevolent energy that stretched for millions of miles. A single, cold glint seemed to transcend the distance of time and space, pointing towards Hongjun.

As the sages and Hunyuan looked at that point of cold light, they felt a chill rising from their backs, and their hair stood on end.

They were well aware of their own limitations. If that cold light had been aimed at them, they would have been absolutely unable to withstand it. Even Taiqing, who possessed the Taiji Diagram and the Xuanhuang Linglong Pagoda, would have been absolutely unable to withstand it. The two were not even on the same level anymore.

(End of this chapter)