Primordial Era: The Three Senior Brothers of the Taiqing Clan

Chen Qing did catch a glimpse of that true spirit, but it had nothing to do with him. He had been wondering how Chi You later came to contend with the Yellow Emperor for the world during the Three Sovereigns period, and it turned out that it was due to the reincarnation of this true spirit.

Looking at the battlefield again, the two sides were locked in a fierce battle. Chen Qing's eyes darted around, and he once again concealed himself and sneaked into the battlefield to continue his "corpse-collecting business".

And so, amidst the mountains of corpses and seas of blood from the battle between the witches and demons, a faint figure moved swiftly and steadily. No one noticed that the bodies on the ground were disappearing in droves.

The sages naturally see things clearly. The Three Pure Ones, of course, wouldn't concern themselves with their own disciples. Although they didn't know what Chen Qing wanted these corpses for, they were certain they would be useful.

Nuwa didn't want to get involved—they were just some corpses, and Chen Qing could take them if he wanted; there was no need to offend the Three Pure Ones for this, especially since Chen Qing had saved Fuxi's true spirit.

The two Western saints wore complex expressions. They also wanted to retrieve some corpses, but as saints, they couldn't bring themselves to do so. Besides, if they rashly revealed themselves, what if the witch and demon races stopped their war because of it? They dared not take that risk.

The battle continues. Barring any unforeseen circumstances, Donghuang Taiyi will likely emerge victorious—the innate treasure, the Chaos Bell, is simply too monstrous.

Despite being surrounded by ten Ancestral Witches who seemed to be able to only parry and were powerless to fight back, the Ancestral Witches were all seriously injured and could not break through the Chaos Bell's defenses.

Taiyi appeared to be passively taking hits, but he would seize opportunities to counterattack from time to time, leaving deep, bone-revealing wounds on the Ancestral Witches with the Slaughtering Witch Sword.

Finally, Taiyi seized the fleeting opportunity. He activated the Chaos Bell with all his might, and the bell rang loudly, freezing time and space for a moment, causing all the Ancestral Witches to freeze in place.

In that instant, the Slaughtering Witch Sword pierced Xuanming's chest, severely injuring him. Xuanming fell from the sky, and although he did not die, he was no longer able to fight.

The other Ancestral Witches reacted and attacked Taiyi's tortoise shell even more frantically.

Below, Chen Qing, who was picking up the corpses, looked up and saw Xuan Ming lying on the ground, barely alive.

After a moment's thought, he decided to take it—he was indeed interested in the origin of the Ancestral Witch. Besides, if he didn't intervene, Xuanming probably wouldn't survive. For Houtu's sake, he would lend a hand if he could, which would also be considered as preserving one more powerful figure for the Underworld.

However, now is not the time to make a move. The Ancestral Witch is too much of a target. If those bloodthirsty guys set their sights on him and try to take him down with them, that would be a real mess.

Sensing the two mountains of corpses within the Qiankun Cauldron, Chen Qing nodded in satisfaction and continued his busy work, picking up corpses while subtly approaching Xuanming's direction.

With his current cultivation level, coupled with the treasure concealing his aura, ordinary people really couldn't detect him. Occasionally, a member of the Witch Clan or Demon Clan would discover that their companion's corpse had disappeared, but they wouldn't have time to investigate further before being dragged back into the battle.

The battle in the sky had reached a fever pitch. Relying on the Chaos Bell and the Witch-Slaying Sword, Taiyi had inflicted considerable damage on the Ancestral Witches. Although the Ancestral Witches seemed to be overwhelming Taiyi, Taiyi himself had not suffered any serious injuries.

Zhu Jiuyin watched with growing anxiety—if things continued this way, the only outcome would be that all the Ancestral Witches would be severely injured and killed one by one by Taiyi, leading to the complete annihilation of the Witch Clan. He could not accept this ending.

With a determined heart, for the sake of the Witch Clan!

With the blessing of the Dao of Time, Zhu Jiuyin instantly appeared beside the Chaos Bell, tightly embracing the innate treasure. The Wu Clan bloodline within his body burned fiercely, the turbid evil energy roared violently, and the power of time was completely out of control.

"For the sake of the Witch Clan!"

A loud shout was followed by a deafening roar.

Zhu Jiuyin self-destructed.

His self-destruction did not damage the Chaos Bell in the slightest—the sturdiness of this innate treasure was far beyond what the self-destruction of the Ancestral Witch could shake.

However, the turbid and malevolent energy seized the opportunity to invade, eroding the part of Taiyi's primordial spirit that was attached to the Chaos Bell. Taiyi's face turned pale, and his control over the Chaos Bell suddenly decreased.

The other Ancestral Witches, witnessing Zhu Jiuyin's self-destruction, were filled with grief, but instantly understood his intention—this tortoise shell had to be removed, or the Witch Clan would perish. All for the sake of the clan!

"Brothers, watch over the Wu Clan! Your elder brother has returned to Father God!" Di Jiang smiled calmly, and then, like Zhu Jiuyin, chose to self-destruct.

Immediately following, Jumang, Qiangliang, and Tianwu self-destructed one after another. The successive self-destructions of several Ancestral Witches finally severed the connection between Chaos Bell and Taiyi. Taiyi coughed up a mouthful of blood, and Chaos Bell lost all contact with him.

At this point, Taiyi was at his last gasp.

He looked around at the ravaged land and the few remaining Lich warriors, then gave a bitter smile: "This battle is not a fault of the war itself, but the cycle of karma. The ancient three races suffered this fate, and so do my Lich and Demon races. Who can defy the will of Heaven? Alas… alas!"

Before he finished speaking, Donghuang Taiyi burst into flames, transforming into a blazing ball of true solar fire. A gigantic golden crow soared into the sky, carrying the burning Great Dao, and lunged towards the remaining Ancestral Witches.

Below, Chen Qing's pupils contracted sharply. In a flash, he appeared beside Xuan Ming, collected him, and, with the cauldron on his head, rushed outwards. Along the way, he casually picked up a small bell and stuffed it into his inner world.

"boom--"

With a deafening roar, Donghuang Taiyi burned everything, dragging the remaining Ancestral Witches down with him in total destruction.

A powerful shockwave swept across the land, causing countless deaths and injuries to both the Lich and Demon races below.

Gonggong alone survived because of the final desperate resistance of the other ancestral witches.

But Gonggong looked at this shattered land, at the few million remaining members of the Wu tribe—the Wu tribe originally numbered over a hundred million, but now only this many remained—and felt no joy in surviving the calamity.

Eleven brothers, all dead. Not a single one of the clan survived.

Gonggong was filled with sorrow. The primordial world was created by the father god Pangu. Why have we, the descendants of the father god, fallen into such a state?

Since that's the case... then I'll destroy this primordial world!

"ah--"

Gonggong's eyes turned bloodshot, and he let out a heart-wrenching roar. The enormous ancestral witch's true form suddenly exerted its power and crashed into Mount Buzhou.

Mount Buzhou was formed from the spine of Pangu, and it was responsible for supporting the sky and transforming the chaotic energy into primordial spiritual energy. It was originally extremely solid.

However, after days of fierce fighting, its foundations had already been damaged, and it was riddled with cracks. Gonggong's collision became the final straw that broke the camel's back.

"Click—"

With a deafening roar, Mount Buzhou snapped in two.

The pillar of heaven collapsed, and the vast wilderness trembled violently. The sky tilted to the northwest, and the earth sank to the southeast.

The most severe damage was to the sky. Where Mount Buzhou collapsed, a huge hole was torn in the heavens, and endless waters of the Milky Way poured down.

That was the Weak Water of the Milky Way—so powerful that even a goose feather couldn't float, and reeds would sink to the bottom; it possessed the power to erode bones and souls. The Weak Water transformed into a raging torrent, surging outwards from Mount Buzhou in all directions, leaving devastation in its wake.

The remaining lich soldiers nearby suffered even heavier casualties.

Chen Qing's face was grim. He hadn't expected the Weak Water to be so ferocious. He looked up at the enormous abyss, not daring to be careless. He took flight, his world power surging. A phantom of a world appeared above his head, rapidly expanding and firmly blocking the hole.

The surging weak water crashed into the illusory world, and Chen Qing's expression changed instantly. A powerful force pressed down on him, almost crushing him.

With a slight thought, he opened a crack in the illusory world, drawing in the waters of the Milky Way and storing them. This clever trick greatly reduced the pressure, making him feel much more relaxed.

Looking down, Chen Qing saw the scattered fragments of Buzhou Mountain. He reached out and scooped up the largest piece, putting it into his pocket.

In ancient legends, this thing was refined by the Primordial Celestial Venerable into the Heaven-Turning Seal, a supreme acquired treasure, and bestowed upon Guang Chengzi. Now that we've stumbled upon it, how can we let it go?

Suddenly, a purple aura appeared in the east, stretching for 30,000 miles, with golden flowers scattering and a strange fragrance permeating the air.

An old man slowly appeared in the void.