Primordial Era: The Three Senior Brothers of the Taiqing Clan

"Chen Qing! Are you going to interfere in this matter too?" Donghuang Taiyi stood in the void, the Chaos Bell above his head slowly rotating, his gaze as cold as a knife.

Chen Qing's avatar stood with his hands behind his back, a mocking smile on his lips: "Taiyi, you've already reached the cultivation of a Primordial Golden Immortal, why bother these ordinary humans who aren't even mortals? Such actions are beneath your dignity as the Eastern Emperor!"

A flash of murderous intent crossed Taiyi's eyes, and his expression darkened: "Daoist Chen Qing, the human race was created by the sage Nuwa of my demon race. My demon race can kill them as we please. What business is it of yours?"

Chen Qinghua sneered, his tone firm: "Unfortunately, the human race and I have some connection. I'm determined to handle this matter."

"You're asking for it!"

Taiyi said no more, and the Chaos Bell above his head suddenly trembled, emitting a deep hum.

The innate treasure spun out, growing larger with the wind until it reached several meters in size, and crashed fiercely towards the location of Chen Qing's avatar.

Wherever it passed, the void rippled like crumpled paper, even distorting the light.

Chen Qing's avatar's expression hardened, and the power of the world around him suddenly erupted. Dozens of avatars attacked simultaneously, each unleashing their own techniques—Great Space Technique, Five Elements Divine Thunder, Taiqing Immortal Light… countless divine powers poured out like a torrential rain, bombarding the unstoppable Chaos Bell.

"Boom boom boom—"

The magic exploded on the bell, radiating light and creating a deafening roar. However, the Chaos Bell remained completely still, its speed undiminished, continuing its rapid onslaught.

Chen Qinghua sighed inwardly. Sure enough, innate treasures were not so easy to stop.

When the original body fought against Taiyi, it relied on the power of the Qiankun Cauldron, a supreme treasure of equal strength, to resist.

Now, these dozen or so avatars have no magical treasures in their hands. Relying solely on their spells and supernatural powers, their attempt to stop the Chaos Bell is like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

A dozen or so avatars quickly converged, arranging themselves in a mysterious formation, their world power interconnected, forming layer upon layer of light screens. They concentrated all their power, attempting to resist the might of this supreme treasure.

The Chaos Bell arrived in the blink of an eye, carrying terrifying power, and slammed heavily onto the array's light barrier.

"boom--"

The stalemate lasted only a moment before the light barrier shattered with a deafening roar. The Chaos Bell, its momentum undiminished, crashed into the avatar.

More than a dozen figures were sent flying backward like scarecrows struck by a giant hammer. Cracks were clearly visible on their bodies, making them look like shattered porcelain dolls.

Taiyi stood with his hands behind his back, arrogantly saying, "Overestimating yourself. Without the Qiankun Cauldron, you dare to stop me with just these few avatars?"

He is not Zhunti. Although Zhunti is also a quasi-saint, he has no supreme treasures and follows the path of severing the three corpses, so his combat strength is not considered top among quasi-saints.

Taiyi, wielding the innate treasure Chaos Bell, walks the path of a Primordial Golden Immortal who proves his Dao through strength. His power far surpasses that of Zhunti. Chen Qing's tactic of overwhelming numbers is ineffective against him.

The avatars, thrown back by the impact, slowly rose from the ruins, their bodies cracked and battered, looking utterly wretched. Yet their eyes remained calm, even carrying a hint of a smile.

Fortunately, this body is strong enough; each of its incarnations cultivates both physical and magical abilities, making its physical body comparable to a primordial spiritual treasure. Otherwise, that attack would have left it severely injured, if not dead.

"Taiyi, you said it yourself." An avatar wiped away non-existent blood from the corner of its mouth and said meaningfully.

Taiyi frowned, and before he could react, he suddenly sensed countless auras rapidly approaching from all directions.

He suddenly looked up, his divine sense sweeping out.

The next moment, his pupils suddenly contracted.

Throughout the primordial world, countless streaks of light converged towards Wuzhuang Temple like shooting stars chasing the moon.

The aura of those flowing lights was exactly the same as that of the avatars in front of them. Each one exuded the pressure of a top-level Grand Luo Golden Immortal, and each one carried an extremely powerful physical aura.

It wasn't just Taiichi who was stunned.

All the powerful beings in the primordial world who were watching this battle were stunned.

Within moments, the first wave of light arrived. They were Daoists who looked exactly like Chen Qing, with handsome faces, flowing robes, and a faint aura of world power surrounding them.

They came from all directions, gathering in ever-growing numbers, densely packed, blotting out the sky.

The powerful beings of the primordial era swept their divine senses over the area and gasped in shock.

840 million.

This is 840 million incarnations!

It's important to understand that in the primordial world, there are qualitative differences between each realm. Most cultivators aren't incapable of creating avatars, but rather unwilling to do so—dividing their attention across multiple realms not only hinders the advancement of their main body's realm but also consumes vast amounts of resources.

You painstakingly cultivate hundreds or thousands of Golden Immortal incarnations, but someone else may have already broken through to the Taiyi or Daluo levels, and could crush all your incarnations with a single move.

Therefore, very few people in the primordial world take the path of incarnation.

But Chen Qing not only left, he also left behind such a scale—840 million top-tier Grand Luo Golden Immortal incarnations! Moreover, each one cultivated both Dharma and physical bodies, with physical strength comparable to innate spiritual treasures!

What does this mean?

Even an ordinary Quasi-Saint would likely find it difficult to deal with a Grand Luo Incarnation like this. And Chen Qing possessed 840 million—this number can no longer be described as a "gang fight," it's more like a locust swarm sweeping across the land, a natural disaster!

The powerful beings of the primordial world secretly pondered: Leaving aside everything else, which force in the primordial world could rival these avatars? If the Wu and Yao clans disregarded the two heaven-defying formations, the Chaos Bell and the Zhou Tian Star Array and the Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods and Demons Array, they probably wouldn't be a match for this army of avatars based solely on their numbers.

Taiyi's face darkened completely.

Just then, the space in front of the avatar fluctuated violently, and a figure tore through the void and stepped out from the crack.

Chen Qing's true form has arrived.

He held the Qiankun Cauldron in his hands, his gaze calm as he looked at Taiyi. His voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached the ears of everyone present: "Taiyi, do you think you can be so arrogant just because you rely on the power of this supreme treasure?"

As he spoke, the Qiankun Cauldron in his hand slowly rose, expanding in the wind until it transformed into a colossal cauldron that blotted out the sky.

Ten thousand rays of creative light descended from the mouth of the cauldron, enveloping the Wuzhuang Temple and its eight hundred and forty million incarnations.

Tai's eye twitched slightly, and he said in a deep voice, "Chen Qing, are you sure you want to get involved in this?"

Chen Qing's answer was only two words: "Of course."

"Good, good, good!" Taiyi shouted three times in a row, his eyes filled with murderous intent. Without saying another word, his magical power surged into the Chaos Bell like a raging tide.

"Clang—clang—clang—"

The bell tolled three times, each time more resounding and more intense than the last.

The Chaos Bell was pushed to its limit, and the patterns of the sun, moon, and stars on its surface shone brightly, unleashing a terrifying power that suppressed the primordial chaos.

Within a radius of hundreds of thousands of miles, time and space seemed to freeze—birds froze in mid-air, clouds stood still, even the wind stopped howling, and even the operation of the laws of heaven and earth slowed down considerably.

Chen Qing's expression hardened, and he activated the Qiankun Cauldron with all his might. The light of creation surged, directly confronting the suppressive power of the Chaos Bell.

But just as Chen Qing had predicted, the Qiankun Cauldron could protect him and all his avatars from being suppressed, but it could not break through the suppression of the Chaos Bell to launch a counterattack. The two supreme treasures were locked in a stalemate, neither able to gain the upper hand.

To put it bluntly, just like the battle at Buzhou Mountain, Chen Qing was wearing a tortoise shell, which allowed him to remain invincible but prevented him from retaliating.

Once the Qiankun Cauldron leaves its original body, even with the protection of the Apricot Yellow Banner, it will be helpless against the suppression of the Chaos Bell.

Taiyi clearly understood this as well.

A slight, cold smile played on his lips as he uttered a low shout: "Zhou Tian Xing Dou—Rise!"

The sky changed abruptly as soon as he finished speaking.

Three hundred and sixty-five ancient stars shone brightly at the same time, their starlight cascading down like a waterfall, weaving a vast net of light that enveloped the heavens and the earth.

One by one, illusory stars condensed from the net of light, trailing long star tails, and crashed down on Wuzhuang Temple and Chen Qing's avatar under the Qiankun Cauldron.

Although these phantoms are not the stars themselves, they are formed by the Zhou Tian Star Array through the gathering of the original power of the Zhou Tian stars, containing a rich source of star power and interwoven star principles.

Each of these impacts was several times more powerful than a real star impact.

"Boom boom boom—"

The phantoms of stars rained down on the light of creation emanating from the Qiankun Cauldron, creating a continuous series of deafening roars.

Chen Qing's face turned bitter. His main body and 840 million avatars exerted their power simultaneously, pouring all the power of the world into the Qiankun Cauldron, doing their best to maintain the seemingly crumbling light curtain.

With each falling star, the light screen trembled violently; with each tremor, countless avatars trembled slightly, blood trickling from their mouths.

Is this the Zhou Tian Star Array?

Chen Qing sighed inwardly. As expected of one of the top formations in the primordial world, a formation that is said to be able to compete with saints. Even if it were to be fused with the undying spiritual light and become an incarnation of a primordial spiritual treasure, it would probably perish in a single blow if it were to stand alone.

Indeed, these races that could dominate the primordial world should not be underestimated.

As he struggled to stay afloat, he secretly plotted: once he got back, he would definitely have a good talk with his Uncle Tongtian. He needed to catch up on his knowledge of formations as soon as possible.

If one can deduce one's own grand formation and truly unite the power of 840 million avatars into one, then perhaps one will have the resources to confront the Lich and Demon races head-on.

The power of supreme treasures, combined with the top-tier formations of the primordial world, is the true path to supremacy.