Primordial Era: The Three Senior Brothers of the Taiqing Clan

The purple lightning hammer was swung out fiercely, and a burst of destructive lightning erupted.

A deafening bolt of lightning swept out, obliterating everything in its path, from the attacks of the sages to the chaotic energy.

Waves spread outwards in all directions, as if to overturn the entire chaos.

Chen Qing put away his hammer and stood up, his gaze falling on the void and the two saints beside him. He spoke indifferently, "If you dare to make another move, I don't mind leaving you all here."

The scene froze for a moment.

Xu Wu and the others were pale and angry, but they were intimidated by Chen Qing's domineering aura.

Having witnessed the fall of Soul Eater, they now have a clear understanding of Chen Qing's combat capabilities.

Although they still had three sages on their side, Chen Qing was backed by the ever-watchful Tongtian Sect Master, and several other sages from the prehistoric world could arrive at any moment. Continuing the conflict would only result in them suffering losses.

"Walk!"

Xu Wu uttered a single word in a deep voice, then turned and transformed into a streak of light, disappearing into the depths of chaos. The other two sages followed closely behind, vanishing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

"Hmph, they know what's good for them." Tongtian snorted coldly, put away the Zhuxian Sword Formation, and walked to Chen Qing's side.

He looked his junior disciple, who was enveloped in laws, up and down, and a rare smile appeared on his face. "Little Qingzi, you were a bit impulsive this time, but you did a good job. Next time, call us old men to handle this kind of thing. Although we are old, we can still deal with two extraterrestrial saints without any problem."

Chen Qing quickly bowed and said, "Thank you for your help, Uncle-Master."

Tongtian waved his hand, glanced in the direction where Soul Devourer had disappeared, and asked, "Now that the Sage is dead, will the Heavenly Dao on their side take any action?"

Chen Qing shook his head, pondered for a moment, and said, "I don't know anything about the Heavenly Dao either, but there shouldn't be any problems in the short term."

Although the Soul Eater perished, it will likely take a very long time for the Heavenly Dao of that world to nurture a new Saint.

Tongtian nodded and asked no further questions. The two exchanged a glance, then turned and stepped into the primordial wilderness.

Penglai Fairy Island.

He struck it countless times with the Purple Lightning Hammer, yet it remained unharmed, demonstrating its remarkable sturdiness.

"This material is extraordinary! No wonder it's from the Chaos Demon God." Chen Qing muttered to himself, pondering how to refine it and analyze its structure to see if it would be of any use to him.

Just then, the boy's voice came from outside: "Master, the martial uncles have arrived."

Chen Qing stood up and walked out of the main hall. He saw Duobao, Guangchengzi, and Xuandu standing outside the hall, all of them looking rather grim.

"Greetings, Vice Leader!" The three bowed in unison.

Chen Qing looked at the group with a puzzled expression: "What's wrong with you all? You all look so miserable."

Neither Duobao nor Guangchengzi spoke. Xuandu gave a bitter smile and said, "We've really embarrassed ourselves this time. Our senior brother beat Chiyou half to death, but we still failed to achieve victory."

Chen Qing raised an eyebrow and said, "Tell me what happened after I left. I'd like to see who dares to lay a finger on the human race now."

The three exchanged a glance, and Xuandu slowly began to speak.

It turns out that after Chen Qing and Soul Eater left the battlefield that day, the thick fog and strange rain were caused by the people of the Witch Clan—two of the few remaining great witches of the Witch Clan, named Wind Master and Rain Master.

The two were able to control the storms and create a dense fog. On that day, with their help, the Jiuli tribe led by Chi You retreated calmly, and even Chi You, who had been beaten to the point of near death, was rescued.

Subsequently, the two sides reached a stalemate on the battlefield. Because Chi You was seriously injured, the Jiuli tribe did not launch an attack at this time, but instead held their ground.

Naturally, Xuanyuan and his men were unwilling to accept this and launched an expedition. However, the Wind God and Rain Master laid down a thick fog, which made the entire army lose its bearings and forced them to return empty-handed several times.

Even Xuan Du and his companions couldn't pinpoint the exact location, and their attempts to break through were thwarted by the Wu Clan, which is why they were defeated.

After Xuandu finished speaking, Chen Qing's expression turned grim: "So, there are quite a few members of the Witch Clan?"

"Yes. Two great shamans, and Chi You has suddenly recovered for some reason, his combat power is astonishing. There are also thousands of shaman warriors under them," Duobao answered confidently.

Chen Qing fell into deep thought. After all, he was the one who personally led the Witch Clan to the Underworld.

If it were just one or two members of the Wu clan, they might be survivors who escaped the calamity and remained in the prehistoric world. But now there are thousands of Wu clan members, which clearly indicates that these Wu clan members are part of the Wu clan in the underworld.

After thinking it over, Chen Qing decided it would be best to go to the underworld.

"I'll go to the underworld to ask Pingxin about the situation. You guys go straight to the battlefield and stabilize the situation first."

Xuan Du and the other two naturally had no objection to this. This was precisely one of the reasons they came to see their senior brother.

The Netherworld, the Pangu Palace.

Pingxin stood quietly at the entrance of the main hall, watching Chen Qing walk towards him, a knowing glint in his eyes.

Chen Qing cupped his hands and said, "Did Your Highness know I was coming?"

"Yes, come in." Pingxin nodded and walked into the main hall first. Chen Qing naturally followed.

"I know you've come here because of Chi You." Pingxin got straight to the point. "Back then, he came to the underworld to find me, wanting to take away all the remaining members of the Wu clan, but I didn't agree."

However, he was, after all, the ancestral witch of that time, and you should know the nature of the witch clan; many people, upon learning this news, chose to follow him.

She paused, her tone becoming more pleading: "I know about Chi You's matter, and I hope Fellow Daoist Chen Qing will show mercy and spare their lives."

Instead of answering directly, Chen Qing recounted in detail to Pingxin the strange state of Chi You and how he was used by those extraterrestrial saints.

Pingxin's expression changed repeatedly as she listened—she hadn't expected that even in the state of the Witch Clan, someone would still plot against them.

After a long silence, Pingxin took a deep breath and said, "Those people were wrong, but they are still members of the Wu Clan. As for Chi You, he dared to cooperate with people from outside the realm; he is utterly unworthy of the Wu Clan! He is at your disposal. As for the other members of the Wu Clan... if you can spare them, then spare their lives."

The two talked for a long time in the Pangu Hall. When Chen Qing walked out of the hall, he looked at the tightly closed doors and sighed.

Regarding Chi You's matter, Pingxin indicated that Chen Qing could handle it as he saw fit. As for the remaining Wu tribe members, Pingxin hoped that Chen Qing would show mercy and spare their lives if possible.

Chen Qing made no guarantees. The battlefield is ever-changing; who knows what will happen next?

If those witches behave themselves, he won't do anything to them. But if they don't know what's good for them, he won't be merciful.