In the primordial era: the Wu tribe ceased its struggle for supremacy, and Hongjun collapsed!

"We've found the ancestral vein!" Houtu didn't hesitate at all, and in a flash, she transformed into a streak of yellow light and sped away.

The witch warriors did not follow closely behind; instead, they began to comb through the remaining demonic energy in the earth.

Arriving at the foot of Mount Sumeru,

Houtu cupped her hands in a gesture of respect, softly chanting, "Great virtue carries all things, open!"

Rumble!!!

The ground within a radius of ten thousand miles was like a giant curtain being slowly drawn back, revealing a bottomless, enormous sinkhole.

As the depth increased, the surrounding demonic energy became increasingly dense, even condensing into a black liquid that dripped down the rock walls.

In that thick, inky darkness, countless scarlet eyes lit up like will-o'-the-wisps.

"hiss--!"

A sharp, piercing shriek echoed from the bottom of the abyss, and tens of thousands of mutated monsters surged out like a tide.

Some were hundreds of feet long, with a thousand legs on their backs, each hooked leg shimmering with a ghostly green light. When they slid across the rock face, they brought up bursts of corrosive black smoke. Others were shaped like moths, but had faces that screamed in pain. When their wings flapped, they emitted a dusty, demonic aura that was enough to confuse the soul.

These demonic spirits have entrenched themselves in the dark and sunless western ley lines for countless eons. Their ferocious aura is enough to terrify even ordinary Great Luo Golden Immortals.

Faced with this demonic tide powerful enough to devour stars, Zhu Jiuyin remained unmoved. He let out a cold snort, his voice like muffled thunder, causing the abyss to tremble violently.

"You're nothing but a rotten remnant tainted by demonic energy, yet you dare to make a racket in front of me?"

"Time erodes everything, turning everything to ashes!"

With a soft shout, the flow of time in the entire abyss was forcibly stripped away at that moment.

The demon army, which had been charging wildly, suddenly froze in mid-air.

Then, the once indestructible carapace of the centipede suddenly turned yellow and cracked, and the moth with the human face turned into silent dust before it could even utter its mournful cry.

There was no bloodshed, no earth-shattering explosions, only a deathly silence.

The tens of thousands of ferocious demonic spirits, under the erosion of the laws of time, rapidly decayed their physical bodies and completely dried up their primordial spirits, eventually turning into a sky full of grayish-white dust. With a gust of yin wind from the abyss, they disappeared without a trace, as if they had never appeared in this primordial world.

Houtu and Zhujiuyin ventured deeper together, and finally, at the very bottom of the abyss, they saw a long dragon, its body pitch black and covered in cracks.

That was not a real dragon, but the ancestral vein of the Western land.

It should have been golden all over and full of spiritual energy, but now it looks like a charred dead tree, sitting lifelessly among the rocks, its body wrapped in dark red chains.

……

On the other side of the primordial world, two golden rainbows pierced the sky and descended upon the Netherworld Blood Sea, which was shrouded in filthy blood clouds year-round.

The wind here smells fishy, ​​and the waves are dark red.

Countless remnant souls floated and sank in the blood waves, emitting mournful howls.

Taiyi frowned slightly, his body radiating true solar fire, which incinerated all the filthy blood energy that approached.

Di Jun remained calm, standing with his hands behind his back. He addressed the endless sea of ​​blood in a loud voice: "Di Jun and Tai Yi of the demon race have come to visit Fellow Daoist Styx. Please show yourselves."

Splash!

A huge whirlpool suddenly exploded in the center of the sea of ​​blood, and two long swords, completely blood-red and exuding endless killing intent, broke through the water. Immediately afterwards, a cold-looking Taoist priest dressed in a blood-red robe with long hair draped over his shoulders slowly rose up, standing on a red lotus of karmic fire.

The Styx Lord's venomous eyes stared at Di Jun, a half-smile playing on his lips: "Fellow Daoist Di Jun, why aren't you enjoying your Demon Emperor's throne on that Sun Star? What are you doing in my filthy Blood Sea?"

Di Jun smiled slightly, cupped his hands and said, "I have come today to invite you to come out of seclusion and discuss important matters together. The Three Pure Ones have now formed an alliance with our demon race."

"A major matter?" Styx sneered, the blood waves beneath his feet churning even more violently. "I, Styx, guard this land, comprehending my Dao of Slaughter—how exhilarating! Why must I be dragged into your quagmire with the Witch Clan?"

Taiyi stepped forward, and the Chaos Bell emitted a deep hum: "Nether River, the Witch Clan is domineering and desires to rule the primordial world. Although your Blood Sea is hidden, if the Witch Clan wins, do you think they will tolerate leaving an uncontrolled Blood Sea in the primordial world?"

Styx's gaze sharpened slightly, but quickly returned to its coldness. He looked at Di Jun and said, word by word, "If the Witch Clan comes, I will meet them with my twin swords. As for joining the Demon Clan, forget it. I, Styx, am not accustomed to being subservient to others. As for forming an alliance, please keep your mouth shut. I have no grudges against the Witch Clan, nor do I wish to get involved."

Seeing the Styx's resolute attitude, Di Jun understood what was going on.

"Since that's the case, then I was presumptuous." Di Jun showed no anger, but instead appeared quite elegant. "Since you wish to cultivate in seclusion by the Blood Sea, I will naturally not force you. However, if you ever change your mind, the gates of the demon race will always be open to you. Farewell."

Having said that, Di Jun grabbed Tai Yi, turned around decisively, and disappeared into the sky as a golden rainbow.

"Big brother, are we just leaving like this?" Taiyi asked, somewhat unwilling.

Di Jun gazed ahead, his eyes deep and unfathomable. "The Witch Clan is powerful. The Styx River has no enmity with the Witch Clan, so it's normal that they don't want to get involved. What we need are allies, not enemies. Let's move on to the next stop."

"Where to next?"

"North Sea, Kunpeng."

North Sea.

The seawater here has a somber, deep blue hue, with massive icebergs floating on the surface, occasionally emitting deafening cracking sounds.

When Dijun and Taiyi descended to the top of the North Sea, an unimaginably huge black shadow suddenly appeared from beneath the sea.

The dark shadow rose rapidly, then burst out of the water, transforming into a giant bird with a wingspan of unknown distance, soaring upwards and blotting out the sky.

"Rage—!"

A bird's cry that pierced through metal and stone resounded through the sky. The giant bird circled in the air and transformed into a middle-aged Taoist priest with a gloomy face, wearing a blue robe.

He landed in front of the two, his eyes flashing with a complex light.

"Di Jun, Tai Yi, what brings you to this desolate land of mine?" Kunpeng's voice was somewhat hoarse, carrying an innate chill.

Di Jun looked at Kunpeng and said bluntly, "Fellow Daoist Kunpeng, I won't beat around the bush. Are you really content to hide under the icy plains of the North Sea, living in constant fear of the Witch Clan?"

Upon hearing the words "heart-wrenching," Kunpeng's eye twitched violently.

He was indeed afraid.

Back in the North Sea, he had a conflict with Qiang Liang and others from the Wu tribe. If it weren't for his unparalleled speed, he would probably have become the Wu tribe's meal long ago.

As the Witch Clan grew stronger, he only dared to stay in the North Sea every day.

"The Witch Clan is indeed domineering," Kunpeng sneered.

Di Jun was secretly delighted, knowing that Kunpeng was already interested.

"Fellow Daoist Kunpeng, join the Demon Clan." Di Jun's tone was sincere, carrying a captivating charm. "If you are willing to join, I will honor you as the 'Demon Master,' your status second only to myself and Taiyi. The billions of beings of the Demon Clan will regard you as if you were me. Moreover, my Demon Clan has already formed an alliance with the Three Pure Ones of Kunlun Mountain. With the blessing of the Three Pure Ones, plus our combined strength, what is there to fear from the mere Witch Clan?"