Primordial Era: The Three Senior Brothers of the Taiqing Clan

Qin Yuan tried to dodge, but his severely injured body wouldn't obey him. He could only watch helplessly as the giant hammer rapidly enlarged in his vision—and then, everything returned to darkness.

"boom--"

Blood mist exploded. Qin Yuan's physical body and primordial spirit were shattered by the Purple Lightning Hammer, before he could even let out a scream.

Only the broken Great Dao remains, hidden in the void. This is not a complete extinction; as long as the Great Dao exists, there is a possibility of revival, but the time for revival is far off, and even if it does revive, it will no longer be the Qinyuan of today.

The battlefield was deathly silent.

Everyone stared blankly at the exploding cloud of blood mist, unable to recover for a long time.

Not to mention that even the demon saint Qin Yuan himself did not expect Chen Qingzhen to go so far as to kill him, most of those who knew Qin Yuan's identity thought that Chen Qingzhen would at most teach him a lesson, injure or cripple him, and would never take his life.

The Witch and Demon races are powerful and have roamed the prehistoric world for so long. Apart from the two races that are like fire and water, there has never been a precedent of a great witch or demon saint from one side being killed in public.

It's not that they can't kill them, it's that they dare not kill them.

The Demon Saint and the Great Witch are pillars of their respective clans. Their fall would shake the entire race, inevitably followed by a furious retaliation. No power would willingly bear such wrath.

However, right before everyone's eyes, a demon saint was smashed into a bloody mist, his body and soul annihilated.

One can imagine the fury the demon race would feel when the news reached the Heavenly Court.

Did Chen Qing not know these things? Of course he did.

But he doesn't care.

With his current strength, even if Donghuang Taiyi and Dijun joined forces to attack him, he would be able to protect himself, even if he couldn't defeat them. What's more, he has the Three Pure Ones standing behind him—those three are not just for show.

In the distance, Yingzhao felt a chill run down his spine. He was incredibly grateful that he hadn't acted rashly and rushed forward; otherwise, Qin Yuan's fate would have served as a cautionary tale for him.

The ten demon saints each had their own strengths, but their cultivation and combat power were roughly equal. Qin Yuan was killed within two moves; how long could Ying Zhao withstand if he went up against him?

Before he could even feel relieved for long, he felt a cold gaze fall upon him.

"Demon Saint Yingzhao, how long do you intend to hide? Aren't you going to avenge your people?"

Chen Qing's voice wasn't loud, but it reached the ears of everyone present clearly.

All eyes turned to the figure in the demon camp whose face was ashen and who wished he could disappear into the ground.

Yingzhao gave a wry smile, braced himself, stepped forward, cupped his hands in a gesture of extreme humility, and said, "Daoist Chen Qing, I will immediately lead my troops away and will never again be an eyesore to you."

As for avenging Qin Yuan, he didn't mention it at all, as if it were nothing.

It wasn't that he didn't want to mention it, but that he dared not. Whether he and his demon soldiers could leave alive depended entirely on the other side's mood. Since the other side dared to kill Qin Yuan, they wouldn't care about killing another demon saint.

"roll."

Chen Qing uttered only one word, his tone indifferent, his face expressionless.

It wasn't that he didn't want to eliminate Yingzhao as well, but killing Qin Yuan, a demon saint, was enough to shake Di Jun and Tai Yi.

If all these demons were slaughtered, even if it were for no other reason than to save face for the demon race, Di Jun and Tai Yi would mobilize the entire power of their race to wage war against him.

He wasn't afraid of war, but he found it troublesome. Once the three-thousand-year truce was over, the Lich and Demon races would be severely weakened and completely withdraw from the prehistoric stage. At that time, someone would naturally settle this score for him.

Yingzhao felt as if he had been granted a pardon. He led the remaining million demon soldiers, abandoning their armor and weapons, and fled towards the Heavenly Court without looking back, fearing that Chen Qing would change his mind and pursue them.

Chen Qing ignored the fleeing demons. He waved his hand to collect the humans he had saved, then his figure soared into the air, transforming into a long rainbow as he sped towards the next battlefield.

Meanwhile, in various battlefields across the primordial world, Chen Qing's microscopic avatars were also demonstrating their prowess.

Although these avatars did not carry any magical treasures, their physical bodies were as strong as those of innate magical treasures, and they were further empowered by the power of the world, making them even stronger than the great witches of the witch clan.

Against ordinary demons, it was a complete crushing defeat. Ordinary Grand Luo Golden Immortals were no match for it. Even if it encountered multiple opponents or Quasi-Saint level powerhouses, it would struggle slightly, but with just a thought, thousands of avatars would come to its aid.

With 840 million incarnations, in terms of sheer numbers, he has never feared anyone in the primordial world.

Wuzhuang Temple.

The fierce battles have continued for several days.

The demon army besieged this place, and the Zhou Tian Star Array covered an area of ​​hundreds of thousands of miles. The phantoms of ancient stars, trailing blazing tails of light, continuously crashed down on the sky above Wuzhuang Temple.

The innate Wutu defensive array set up by Zhen Yuanzi, with the Earth Book as its core, was already impregnable. However, faced with the relentless bombardment of the Zhou Tian Xing Dou array day and night, even the Earth Book, with its immense strength, gradually began to crumble.

In desperation, Zhen Yuanzi gritted his teeth and moved the ginseng fruit tree to the center of the formation, using this precious tree, one of the ten innate spiritual roots, to provide a continuous source of energy for the entire formation.

This barely stabilized the situation.

However, the attacks of the Zhou Tian Star Array were too fierce. Day after day, even though the Ginseng Fruit Tree was a top-grade innate spiritual root, it was beginning to show signs of withering. The leaves were turning yellow, and the branches were dull, as if its vitality was being slowly drained away.

Taiyi stood in the center of the formation, looking down, and coldly shouted, "Zhen Yuanzi, you are also a Primordial God, a well-known figure in Zixiao Palace. For the sake of us both listening to the Dao Ancestor's sermon, I will say it one last time: quickly open the great formation and hand over the human race. Otherwise, once the formation breaks, I will raze your Wuzhuang Temple to the ground!"

The sound was like thunder, rolling down.

Inside the Wuzhuang Temple, Zhen Yuanzi's face was bitter, and he secretly regretted his overconfidence. He had been too presumptuous this time.

At this moment, several humans stepped out from the crowd, knelt before Zhen Yuanzi, and kowtowed, saying, "Great Immortal, please open the great formation and send us out. You have protected our race for many days, and we are already deeply grateful. How can we let you implicate your sacred site because of us?"

"Please, Great Immortal, escort us out! If our human race manages to survive, we will surely repay your great kindness!"

More and more humans knelt down, their cries echoing across the land.

Zhen Yuanzi sighed, his voice a little hoarse: "This... let's wait and see, perhaps there's still a chance."

He ultimately couldn't bring himself to send these humans away. Once this door opened, they would face annihilation. And if he were to personally push these people to their deaths, this matter would surely become a demon in his heart, and his cultivation would stagnate forever.

He's gambling.

I'm betting that other powerful beings won't stand idly by. I'm betting that this human race shouldn't be wiped out.

In the short time they had been together, he had already vaguely sensed the extraordinary fortune of these humans. He did not believe that the Heavenly Dao would allow this race to perish.

Seeing that Zhen Yuanzi was hesitant to activate the formation, Taiyi's eyes flashed with a cold light, and he was about to activate the Zhou Tian Xing Dou Great Formation to attack with all his might.

Suddenly, several streaks of light shot out from the horizon at great speed, arriving in an instant.

As the light faded, several figures appeared—all resembling Chen Qing, his microscopic incarnations.