Primordial Era: The Three Senior Brothers of the Taiqing Clan

Hou Yi fought his way through the demons, breaking through their layers of obstruction, and finally ascended to the Moon Star.

Seeing the familiar figure under the laurel tree in the distance, he felt a sense of relief; he had finally arrived. "Chang'e, don't be afraid! I'll take you away right now!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already stepped forward.

"Hou Yi, you're courting death!" Di Jun's furious roar echoed from afar. Two golden lights arrived in an instant, transforming into two men dressed in golden crow imperial robes—Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi.

Hou Yi's heart sank. He knew he was no match for the two of them, but instead of stopping, he accelerated towards Chang'e.

Seeing Hou Yi's arrogance, Donghuang Taiyi snorted coldly, and the Chaos Bell in his hand instantly enlarged.

"clang--"

The bell tolled loudly, resounding throughout heaven and earth. The entire void seemed to freeze, and the Chaos Bell, carrying the power to suppress the primordial chaos, crushed towards Hou Yi.

Helpless, Hou Yi had no choice but to turn around and swing his divine bow at the Chaos Bell. However, he was still recovering from his old injuries and was no match for Donghuang Taiyi. In a single exchange, the divine bow was knocked away.

The Chaos Bell, its momentum undiminished, hurtled towards Hou Yi, who was covered in blood and riddled with cracks. This blow would surely reduce him to ashes, even if he were completely unharmed, let alone his current severe injuries.

"Stop!"

Just then, Chang'e, who was in the distance, suddenly spoke.

To Hou Yi's astonishment, Chang'e transformed into a streak of light and landed beside Di Jun.

Donghuang Taiyi retrieved the Chaos Bell and looked at her with a puzzled expression.

Hou Yi wasn't stupid; by this point, he realized he had fallen into a trap. But he was already severely injured and collapsed, too weak to even stand up.

Chang'e—no, Xihe—her eyes were filled with resentment as she said bitterly, "This man killed nine of my sons and is also a member of the Wu clan, my mortal enemy. I will seal his true spirit and make him forever chop down the laurel tree on this Taiyin star. He will only regain his freedom when he cuts down this tree."

Upon hearing this, all the demons who had rushed over changed color—nothing could be more poisonous than a woman's heart.

The laurel tree is a top-grade innate spiritual root, which has long been integrated with the Taiyin star, and cannot be taken away or refined.

Unless the entire Taiyin Star is destroyed, but that was transformed from Pangu's left eye, who would dare to risk such overwhelming karma?

Moreover, how could someone whose true spirit is sealed possibly harm such a spiritual root?

Although Donghuang Taiyi disagreed, he didn't say anything, but just looked at Dijun and let him make his own decision.

Di Jun pondered for a moment. As the Heavenly Emperor of the Demon Clan, he shouldn't have acted so cruelly. But the thought of those newborn children who had died tragically under Hou Yi's arrows overwhelmed his reason with rage: "So be it. We will join forces to set up a seal, which only a sage can break in the primordial world."

Demon Master Kunpeng stood behind, watching coldly, a mocking smile playing on his lips—as a demon emperor, his actions were so ruthless, where was the slightest bit of a king's demeanor?

The group worked together to cast a seal, and Hou Yi's eyes gradually became empty and blank. Xi He casually picked up a stone, transformed it into an axe, and handed it to Hou Yi.

In a daze, Hou Yi took the axe, walked to the laurel tree, and mechanically began to chop.

However, it was all in vain. The axe fell, and the laurel tree was not even damaged in its bark, only a tiny, barely visible scratch. That was because of his great shamanic physique, and the scratch was gone in an instant.

Thus, Hou Yi was utterly ruined. If no sage intervened to lift the seal, he would be forever trapped on the Taiyin Star, endlessly chopping down that tree that could never be felled.

The message reached the Witch Clan, enraging the Twelve Ancestral Witches. The clansmen assembled and marched in a mighty force towards the Heavenly Court.

The demon race knew that this battle was unavoidable, so they quickly gathered their army and prepared for battle.

Inside Biyou Palace, Chen Qing stared at the light screen, his eyes flashing slightly. If nothing unexpected happened, this war between the Lich King and the Demon King would be the final battle.

As if he had made up his mind, he turned to look at Tongtian: "Uncle-Master, I'm going to go and see what's going on. This battle will probably be the final showdown."

Tongtian gave him a half-smile: "You brat, you just want to take advantage of the situation? Everyone knows what you're capable of." Despite his words, he didn't stop him. With Chen Qing's current abilities, even if he appeared in the center of the battlefield, neither the Lich nor the Demon race could do anything to him.

With the decisive battle between the Lich and the Demon race imminent, no one was more anxious than Nuwa. As a sage, she had already foreseen the heavenly secrets—after this battle, both the Lich and the Demon races would completely withdraw from the prehistoric stage.

But she dared not move, nor could she move. This was the will of Heaven, one that even a sage could not defy.

In the distant void above Mount Buzhou, Chen Qing, hidden in the shadows, watched the endless stream of the Wu Clan army below, then looked up at the densely packed array of demons in the heavens. The final battle that would sweep across the primordial world was finally about to begin.

The earth-shaking sound of drums rang out.

Within the boundless demon army, Di Jun and Tai Yi appeared, followed closely by Kun Peng, Fu Xi, and the remaining nine demon saints.

"Di Jun! You used despicable means to harm my Wu Clan's Great Witch Hou Yi. Do you really think my Wu Clan has no one left?" Di Jiang's face turned ashen.

Hou Yi was one of the top great witches below the Ancestral Witches, and his death was a significant blow to the fighting strength of the witch clan.

"He killed nine of my sons; this is the end he deserved!" Di Jun sneered. "Our two clans are mortal enemies; further words are useless—only war remains!"

Dijiang said no more, turned to face the Wu tribe warriors behind him, and shouted loudly, "Our Wu tribe are descendants of the father god Pangu. This primordial land should rightfully be ruled by us! Today, the demon race has gone too far in bullying the Wu tribe. Follow me and slaughter the demon race to defend the honor of the Wu tribe!"

At a command, the Wu tribe army, led by the great shamans Xing Tian and Jiu Feng, surged towards the opposite side like a tidal wave. On the demon side, the nine great demon saints also led their troops to meet them.

The two collided violently, limbs and severed parts flew everywhere, and blood flowed like a river.

Xing Tian, ​​wielding his dry axe, charged into the demon formation and wreaked havoc. With a cleaver, large swathes of demons were reduced to dust; with a sweep of his shield, deep, bloody craters were slammed into the ground.

As the fighting got heated, Xing Tian looked up at the sky and laughed heartily, his heroic spirit soaring to the heavens.

Jiufeng and the others were not to be outdone, each using their own methods, and for a time the demon race was in retreat.

Upon seeing this, Fei Lian and the other demon saints hurriedly stepped forward and, together they barely managed to block the attack of the great witches.

High in the sky, the Twelve Ancestral Witches faced off against Di Jun and Tai Yi from afar.

"war!"

"war!"

Both sides moved simultaneously.

Holding the Chaos Bell, Donghuang Taiyi rang out the bell repeatedly, single-handedly fighting against six ancestral witches: Dijiang, Jumang, Zhurong, Rushou, Gonggong, and Zhujiuyin.

The Chaos Bell truly lived up to its reputation as a supreme innate treasure. Without it, Taiyi would have been torn to shreds by the Ancestral Witches long ago. Yet, relying on the power of this treasure, he managed to fight the six Ancestral Witches to a standstill, and even gained a slight advantage.

Of course, it was absolutely impossible to kill six Ancestral Witches with a single treasure. The physical bodies of the Ancestral Witches were comparable to top-grade innate spiritual treasures, so how could they be killed so easily? However, his task was merely to hold off the Ancestral Witches.

Di Jun, wielding the Slaughtering Witch Sword and bearing the Hetu and Luoshu above his head, faced off against the three Ancestral Witches. The remaining three Ancestral Witches were then dealt with by Fuxi, Kunpeng, and Xihe, respectively.

Surprisingly, Xihe was supposed to face the newly promoted Ancestral Witch Chiyou, but Kunpeng inexplicably took over first. Xihe then faced Xuanming, one of the Twelve Ancestral Witches. Despite being a woman, Xuanming was among the strongest of the Ancestral Witches, and Xihe was immediately at a disadvantage.