Primordial Era: The Three Senior Brothers of the Taiqing Clan

"Hou Yi! You killed my nephew, you're asking for death!"

Donghuang Taiyi's roar was like a thunderclap, shaking the grass and trees within a hundred miles.

The Chaos Bell above his head slowly rotated, and the patterns of the sun, moon, and stars on the bell shone brightly, his killing intent almost solidifying into a tangible form.

Before Taiyi could finish speaking, a white figure silently swept past the spot where the golden crow had fallen.

Chen Qing's figure shifted between reality and illusion, concealed within the spatial interlayer, gathering all the golden crow corpses on the ground. He then landed atop a distant mountain peak, standing with his hands in his sleeves, continuing to watch the show.

The Golden Crow is a rare species from the primordial era, with deep roots and naturally possessing the true fire of the sun. These corpses will be invaluable treasures for both weapon crafting and alchemy in the future.

Chen Qing's actions naturally did not escape the divine senses of the powerful beings throughout the prehistoric world. However, everyone only glanced at him before withdrawing their gazes, and no one showed any envy.

Those Golden Crows are the sons of the Demon Emperor. Di Jun and Tai Yi are still alive. Who would dare to touch them at this time? To do so would be to make an enemy of the entire demon race.

Of course, Chen Qing dared.

He had clashed with Donghuang Taiyi more than once, and the two had long harbored a grudge. Moreover, Donghuang Taiyi had three sages standing behind him—who would dare to utter a word?

Taiyi had seen what Chen Qing had done, but he didn't have time to deal with him right now. He would deal with the current matter first and then cause trouble for him. His eyes were fixed on Hou Yi.

Hou Yi showed no fear, and said hatefully, "These little golden crows have flown all the way here without restraint, causing devastation to the primordial land. Countless plants have withered and rivers have dried up. Many of my Wu tribe's villages have been burned down by them, and my brother, the great shaman Kuafu, was killed tragically at their hands. They deserved to die!"

Taiyi calculated with his fingers. Although the heavenly secrets had been disturbed, with his cultivation level, he could still vaguely see the cause and effect. He sighed inwardly. His nephews had indeed been tricked, but things had come to this. Nine nephews were dead. If he, as their uncle, did not avenge them, how could he face his elder brother in the future?

"Further words are useless; prepare to die!"

Taiyi stopped wasting words, flipped his hand, and the Chaos Bell emitted a deep hum, carrying a power that could suppress heaven and earth, and crashed fiercely towards Hou Yi.

Wherever the bell tolls, the space ripples with layers of wrinkles, as if time and space themselves are about to freeze at this moment.

Hou Yi's expression was solemn, and he dared not be negligent. He swung his divine bow, poured all his magical power into it, and smashed it fiercely towards the Chaos Bell.

"boom--"

With a deafening roar, the two magical artifacts collided. A blinding light erupted between the divine bow and the Chaos Bell, followed by a crisp "crack".

Fine cracks appeared on Hou Yi's divine bow, and then with a "bang," the entire bow exploded into pieces, turning into specks of light that dissipated into the air.

The Chaos Bell, undeterred, continued its relentless assault on Hou Yi. Taiyi's attack was clearly intended to kill Hou Yi in one strike.

"drink!"

Hou Yi roared, unleashing his true form as a great shaman. His muscles bulged, and black, malevolent energy coiled around him, forming an armor-like protective barrier. He crossed his arms, shielding himself from the remaining power of the Chaos Bell.

However powerful the Great Witch's true form may be, how could it withstand the sharpness of a primordial treasure?

With a loud "poof," cracks burst open on Hou Yi's body, and blood gushed from the wounds. He gritted his teeth, struggling to hold on, but he was already teetering on the brink of collapse, and could be crushed at any moment.

At this critical moment—

A fiery red figure shot towards us from afar, as fast as a shooting star.

The man slammed his fist into the Chaos Bell, and the collision of his fist and the bell produced a deafening roar.

The Chaos Bell was thrown off course by the sudden punch and flew back to Taiyi's hand in a crooked manner.

The visitor was none other than Zhu Rong, the God of Fire, one of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

"Three-legged crow, you have gone too far in bullying my witch clan!"

Zhu Rong stood in front of Hou Yi, her body engulfed in flames, her eyes blazing as she stared intently at Donghuang Taiyi.

Taiyi sneered, "So what if I bully you? Your Wu clan killed nine of my nephews; this is an irreconcilable feud. If you want war, then let's fight!"

Zhu Rong was furious: "Nonsense! It was clearly you feathered beasts who committed boundless atrocities, burning down my Wu tribe and killing the great shaman Kuafu, and you dare to accuse me first? Do you think my Wu tribe is easy to bully?!"

He roared, and the true form of the Ancestral Witch appeared, with a beast's head and a human body, covered in red scales, standing on a fire dragon, and surrounded by the fierce Southern Bright Fire.

Zhu Rong raised his hand and waved, and a blazing pillar of fire shot into the sky, transforming into a fire dragon that rushed towards Taiyi.

Taiyi scoffed dismissively, "Playing with fire in front of me? You're not qualified!"

With a casual wave of his hand, a bolt of true solar fire shot out. The two flames met in mid-air, and the true solar fire instantly devoured the Southern Bright Fire, transforming into a golden crow phantom that pounced back at Zhu Rong.

Zhu Rong was briefly entangled by the sun's true fire.

Upon seeing this, Taiyi's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and the Chaos Bell struck again, carrying a world-destroying power, smashing towards the heavily injured Houyi.

"You dare!"

Zhu Rong roared in anger, trying to break free from the sun's true fire, but it was too late.

A flicker of despair crossed Hou Yi's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by the ferocity inherent in the Wu tribe. He gritted his teeth, mustered his last bit of strength, and prepared to fight to the death.

Just then, the space in front of the Chaos Bell suddenly fluctuated violently, and a thick arm reached out from the void, its fist, wreathed in malevolent energy, slamming hard onto the Chaos Bell.

"Buzz—"

Chaos Bell let out a mournful cry as it was knocked back by the punch.

A figure slowly emerged from the spatial rift—the head of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, the Space Ancestral Witch, Dijiang.

Immediately afterward, spatial rifts opened one after another, and the other ten Ancestral Witches—Jumang, Rushou, Gonggong, Xuanming, Qiangliang, Zhujiuyin, Tianwu, Xizi, Shebishi, as well as the newly promoted Ancestral Witch Chiyou, all arrived at this place.

Dijiang's gaze was icy as he stared at Taiyi, uttering each word slowly and deliberately: "Do you think my Wu Clan has no one to rely on?"

His answer was a vast, menacing cloud covering the horizon.

The demonic clouds churned, drums thundered, and endless battle cries echoed from within. As the clouds dispersed, a massive army of hundreds of millions of demons stretched across half the sky, seemingly without end.

At the forefront of the army, Di Jun, dressed in a golden crow robe, had a gloomy face and eyes filled with boundless hatred. Behind him, demon saints, demon gods, and demon generals stood in neat rows, exuding a chilling aura.

The Lich and the Lich races finally faced off head-on.

An eerie silence fell over the battlefield.

Both the witch clan and the demon clan stared at each other with grim expressions, their anger surging like magma.

They knew in their hearts that this battle was inevitable—the three-thousand-year truce had finally ended, and both races wanted to dominate the prehistoric world, making a decisive battle unavoidable.

But no one expected it to start this way. They were schemed against and forced into the battlefield like puppets on strings.

Di Jiang looked at Di Jun and said in a deep voice, "Di Jun, what do you say?"

Di Jun remained silent for a moment, then slowly spoke, his voice as cold as iron: "Both our races desire to dominate the primordial world, making a decisive battle inevitable. There's nothing more to say. Fight!"

He uttered only one word, yet it struck everyone's heart like a heavy hammer.

"war!"

The demon race erupted in a deafening roar, the sound waves rising like a tidal wave and soaring into the sky.

"war!"

"war!"

"war!"

The Wu tribe was not to be outdone, their roars like thunder, shaking the earth.

The next moment, the two torrents moved simultaneously.

The endless stream of witch warriors and demon soldiers collided violently like two giant waves.

Shouts of battle, screams of agony, and the clash of weapons mingled together; severed arms flew everywhere, and blood flowed like rivers. Heaven and earth seemed to change color, and the sun and moon lost their light.

"roar--"

A roar that resounded through the heavens came from the witch clan's formation. The twelve ancestral witches each held a formation flag and set up the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation.

In the center of the great formation, a towering giant slowly materialized—the true form of Pangu, wielding a giant axe and roaring to the sky.

That oppressive aura was overwhelming, almost comparable to that of a saint.

Throughout the primordial world, countless divine senses swept across this battlefield, causing everyone's pupils to shrink in shock. This wasn't the first time they had seen Pangu's true form, but each appearance still sent a chill down their spines.

At the same time, the starlight within the demon race's formation intensified. The Hetu and Luoshu diagrams flew out from between Di Jun's brows, and 365 star banners fluttered in the wind, instantly setting up the Zhou Tian Star Array. The Chaos Bell above Taiyi's head landed at the array's eye, its resounding toll accompanied by a shower of starlight.

The two top-tier killing formations have finally clashed head-on.

The Lich Wars have officially begun.