Primordial Era: The Three Senior Brothers of the Taiqing Clan

The Wu tribe had a clan whose leader was named Kuafu, a great shaman with immense strength. However, among the great shamans, he was not considered strong, ranking only at the bottom, and could not compare to the top great shamans such as Xing Tian, ​​Hou Yi, and Jiu Feng.

It's comparable to an ordinary Great Luo cultivator, with combat strength roughly equivalent to a cultivator who has just entered the Great Luo realm.

On this day, ten golden crows flew out of Tang Valley, burning and killing along the way, leaving no grass growing in their wake, and finally arrived at the Kuafu tribe.

The blazing fire of the sun poured down, instantly turning the wooden house to ashes. Countless witch warriors were engulfed by the flames before they could even react, not even having time to scream.

"roar--"

Kuafu rose from the ruins, extinguished the flames on his body, and his body swelled in the wind, transforming into a thousand-foot giant. He held a peach wood staff, his eyes were bloodshot, and he glared angrily at the ten golden crows circling in the sky.

"Hey, there's another one alive here! Burn him to death!" a little golden crow shouted excitedly. Ten golden crows surrounded him, their bodies ablaze with the true fire of the sun, engulfing Kuafu.

"Destroying my tribe and killing my people—you're asking for death!"

Kuafu roared and swung his peachwood staff horizontally, carrying the power to split mountains and shatter rocks, slamming it hard into the back of a small golden crow.

With a muffled thud, the golden crow crashed to the ground like a meteor, creating a huge crater and sending dust flying.

"Fourth Brother!" the other Golden Crows exclaimed, and hurriedly looked into the pit.

Kuafu, having gained the upper hand, pressed his advantage relentlessly, swinging his peachwood staff repeatedly, forcing the golden crows to dodge in disarray. Even a mere graze from the staff caused them to howl in pain.

"Not good, this guy is powerful, run!" Seeing the situation was bad, the Great Golden Crow gave an order, and the Golden Crows all transformed into rainbows and fled into the distance.

The little golden crow that had just been knocked down had just crawled out of the pit when it saw that its brothers had already fled far away. Terrified, it quickly flapped its wings and chased after them.

Kuafu looked at the devastated tribe and then at the fleeing golden crows. Filled with rage, he had nowhere to vent it, so he strode off and chased after them.

He could cover dozens of miles in a single stride, his footsteps making a thud on the ground.

The Golden Crow clan is naturally skilled in the art of transforming into rainbows, and their speed is extremely fast. Even these newly born Golden Crow cubs are a step faster than Kuafu.

Seeing that they couldn't catch up with Kuafu, they became bolder and started playing guerrilla warfare, turning back every now and then to throw a ball of true solar fire at Kuafu before running away.

Although Kuafu's true form as a great shaman could withstand the sun's true fire, it couldn't withstand the relentless burning. As time went on, his injuries worsened, and his steps became slower and slower.

As they chased each other, Kuafu's mouth became parched. He drank the water from several great rivers along the way, but he was still not quenched.

Finally, he couldn't hold on any longer.

Kuafu stopped, slammed his peachwood staff on the ground, and gasped for breath. He stared at the golden crow circling in the distance, his eyes filled with anger and resentment, but he could no longer take another step.

"He's done for! Brothers, let's go!"

With a joyful shout, the Great Golden Crow sent ten Golden Crows rushing forward, unleashing a torrent of true solar fire that engulfed Kuafu in a sea of ​​flames.

"ah--"

Kuafu let out a roar of unwilling anger, and his tall body crashed to the ground, gradually losing its life force.

The peach wood staff in his hand fell to the ground and transformed into a lush peach orchard, verdant and full of blossoms.

On a hilltop not far away, Chen Qing silently watched all of this.

Chen Qing arrived here as soon as the Golden Crow began its rampage through the Wu tribe. But he never made a move.

The destruction of the Lich and Demon races is destiny, it is inevitable. If the two races are not destroyed, the human race will not be able to rise and become the protagonist of the world.

Moreover, even if he wanted to take action, those who were secretly plotting this wouldn't allow it.

In the primordial world today, apart from the unaware Emperor Jun, Taiyi, and Nuwa who are far away in the chaos, who doesn't know that there is another force behind this calamity?

The three-thousand-year truce period set by the Dao Ancestor is quietly approaching.

Whether the Witch Clan or the Demon Clan like it or not, the various forces in the prehistoric world will not sit idly by and watch them continue to dominate.

These two races are too powerful. Whichever side swallows the other, the one that remains will become the ruler of the primordial world.

This is not what other forces want to see. The newly born and weak human race is the most suitable "protagonist" in their eyes.

Kuafu fell.

The golden crows did not stop there. They burned Kuafu's corpse several more times until the enormous body was completely reduced to ashes before they finally stopped.

Just then, a series of muffled footsteps sounded from afar. A giant rushed towards them, his body wreathed in a murderous aura, his eyes bloodshot.

He held a huge bow in his hand, and his quiver on his back was filled with several arrows that gleamed coldly, exuding a murderous aura.

This person was Kuafu's close friend, the great shaman Hou Yi. His strength was far beyond Kuafu's; he was one of the top shamans, possessed unparalleled archery skills, and had formidable attacks. Even the Demon Saint dared not face him alone.

Hou Yi rushed to the peach grove, looked at the scorched ground and then at the ten swaggering golden crows in the sky, his eyes wide with fury.

"A bunch of hairy beasts, you killed my brothers, you'll pay with your lives!"

Hou Yi roared, raised his hand and drew an arrow from behind him, nocked it on his bow, and aimed at the lowest-flying golden crow in the sky.

Draw the bow, and the moon will be full.

The arrow, like a silver streak, pierced the sky, as if it had penetrated even time and space.

The golden crow, which had been targeted, was smugly roasting a grove of trees when suddenly an aura of death enveloped it. Before it could react, the arrow was already upon it.

"puff!"

The Golden Crow's chest was pierced, and the True Fire of the Sun gushed out from the wound. He looked down, his eyes filled with disbelief, and then everything went black as his body fell from the sky, crashing heavily to the ground and igniting a sea of ​​fire.

"Fifth Brother!"

"Fifth Brother!"

The surviving golden crows cried out in surprise, momentarily stunned.

The Great Golden Crow stared at the still-burning corpse on the ground, its eyes bloodshot.

He had raised his brothers, and now that his fifth brother was dead, how could he explain this to his father and mother?

Enraged, he lost his mind. The golden crow transformed into a blazing fire and swooped down towards Hou Yi.

Hou Yi remained calm and fired another arrow.

The arrow shot out like lightning, striking the great golden crow squarely in the chest.

The Great Golden Crow froze in mid-air. He looked down at the gaping wound in his chest, his lips trembling slightly: "You… Father will not let you get away with this…"

As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes lost their light, and his body fell from the sky.

"Big brother!"

The remaining golden crows were terrified. The second golden crow gritted its teeth, its face filled with determination, and transformed into a sky full of flames as it rushed towards Hou Yi, shouting to its brothers at the same time, "Run! Go find Father and have him avenge us!"

But he overestimated himself and underestimated Hou Yi.

The arrow shot out again, and the two golden crows fell to the ground.

Hou Yi did not stop. He drew his arrows one after another, and with each arrow, a golden crow fell to the ground. Six arrows were fired in succession, and six more golden crows fell to the ground, leaving only the smallest one in the sky, which was desperately flying away into the distance.

Hou Yi reached into the quiver—there was only one arrow left.

He nocked his last arrow and aimed it at the fleeing little golden crow. The arrow was imbued with the aura of death, as if it were about to take away all life.

Just then, the sky suddenly darkened.

A large, chaotic-colored bell appeared out of thin air and hung above the little golden crow's head.

"clang--"

The bell tolled melodiously, like a great bell, shaking the heavens and earth.

The arrow struck the bell, creating ripples, before being deflected and dissipating into specks of light.

A man dressed in a golden crow robe emerged from the void, surrounded by the true fire of the sun, his aura terrifying as an abyss.

He reached out and caught the trembling little golden crow, his gaze sweeping over the nine corpses on the ground, his anger almost tangible.

This person is none other than Taiyi, the Eastern Emperor of the Demon Clan.

It turned out that when the first golden crow fell, Di Jun sensed something was wrong through his bloodline connection. He scanned the area with his divine sense and discovered that the great formation outside Tang Valley had disappeared without a trace, and the auras of his nine sons were rapidly dissipating. He immediately knew that something terrible had happened.

Taiyi's cultivation was superior to Dijun's, and he arrived first. Unfortunately, he was still a step too late.

Of the ten golden crows, only the smallest one remains, trembling and hiding in Taiyi's arms, unable to utter a word.

Taiyi's gaze fell on Houyi, his killing intent surging.