Primordial Era: The Three Senior Brothers of the Taiqing Clan

The gates of the Pangu Palace burst open, and a muscular giant rushed out first, holding a shield in one hand and wielding a gleaming giant axe in the other—it was Xing Tian.

Behind him, a dense horde of Wu tribe warriors surged forth like a tide, each one brimming with fighting spirit and surrounded by a murderous aura, like killing gods emerging from a battlefield of carnage.

The wandering souls, controlled by evil magic and gathered outside the Pangu Temple, were torn to pieces by the violent baleful energy the moment they came into contact with the witch warriors.

However, the number of wandering souls was simply too great—tens of thousands of lonely ghosts throughout the underworld were controlled by some kind of evil magic, surging in one after another, in an endless stream.

Most importantly, 99% of these ghosts are human souls. When human souls are killed, they will generate resentment, which is the nemesis of the witch clan's turbid evil energy.

This is troublesome. With the amplification of opposing forces, even ants can kill an elephant. Although the resentment of a single wandering soul is not a threat, the more tens of thousands of ghosts surround them, the more damage the witch warriors inflict, and they gradually fall into a bitter battle.

Only a few great witches, such as Xing Tian and Jiu Feng, had a smaller impact.

But soon they realized something was wrong—these wandering spirits only knew how to attack wildly and had no reason; they were clearly being controlled by someone.

Moreover, there are other things mixed in with the wandering spirits, which take advantage of the fact that the witch clan is being restrained by resentment and cause casualties to the witch clan from time to time.

Xing Tian's eyes were like torches, fixed on the black-robed figures standing with their hands behind their backs, coldly observing from outside the battlefield. With a roar, he transformed into his true form as a thousand-foot-tall great sorcerer and charged towards the black-robed figures.

"Hmph, courting death. Since that's the case, let us deal with these guys." A man in black robes, his face grim, suddenly unleashed his aura and charged towards Xing Tian. The others were not to be outdone, and they all rushed into the battlefield, attacking the great shamans.

Only now did the cultivation aura of these individuals fully reveal themselves—five Quasi-Saints.

On the Wu Clan's side, even the top-tier Great Wu Xingtian could barely contend with two Quasi-Saints. Jiufeng could only contend with one, and the other Great Wu could only grit their teeth and join forces to resist the two.

For a time, the great shamans were in dire straits. If it weren't for the shaman race's formidable physical strength and unparalleled defense, they would likely have already been defeated. But if things continued this way, defeat was only a matter of time.

"snort--"

A cold, clear snort rang out, and an immense pressure instantly enveloped the entire battlefield. A beautiful woman in palace attire slowly emerged from the Pangu Hall; it was Pingxin.

Her face was pale, and her weakness was hard to hide, but her aura of a saint that suppressed heaven and earth made everyone present dare not underestimate her.

The appearance of Pingxin caused both sides in the fierce battle to involuntarily stop and separate. Even the controlled wandering souls trembled under this holy might, daring not to make the slightest move.

The two quasi-saints in black robes exchanged a glance, and one of them spoke up: "Now that you've reached this level, why not consider joining us? If you submit to our world, your people will surely be safe and sound."

"Are you threatening me?" Pingxin's voice was as cold as ice, devoid of any emotion.

Staring at him with those indifferent eyes, the quasi-saint who was speaking felt as if he were being watched by some prehistoric beast, and a strong sense of crisis made cold sweat pour down his forehead.

"Why must you make things difficult for these juniors, fellow Daoist?"

A hoarse, piercing voice suddenly rang out. In the sky, a bizarre figure, seemingly composed of souls, slowly emerged, exuding a chilling aura of death.

Pingxin's expression changed slightly upon seeing the newcomer. It was this very person who, along with another extraterrestrial saint, had severely injured her that day.

If she hadn't sensed this aura lingering in the underworld these past few days, she wouldn't have needed to be so hesitant and gather all her clansmen into the Pangu Palace.

Of course, this was also because Pingxin had reservations. If she were really pushed to the limit, she might actually unleash the Six Paths of Reincarnation to fight, and these foreign saints might not be her match.

"You extraterrestrial saints have come here, aren't you afraid that the saints of my primordial world will detain you?" Pingxin asked in a deep voice.

This was also what she couldn't understand the most. With such a huge commotion in the underworld, why hadn't any other saints come to inspect it yet?

"Hahaha!" The Soul-Devouring Saint laughed loudly, "Don't count on the saints of your world. They probably still think nothing happened here." Clearly, he was quite confident in his methods of obscuring the senses of saints.

The laughter ceased, and the Soul-Devouring Saint stared intently at Pingxin, his tone laced with seduction: "Come and join our world. Why be a trapped saint here?"

Pingxin glanced back at the Wu tribe members behind him, his expression desolate. Was the Wu tribe destined to vanish from this world today? Father Pangu, have you abandoned your descendants?

Even if she used all her strength, the Netherworld would be destroyed, and these witches would not survive.

Surrender to another world? She had never even considered such a thing. They were descendants of the father god Pangu, and even in death, they would never betray this world.

His eyes then turned fierce; even death could not tarnish the honor of the witch clan.

They are calmly preparing a do-or-die strategy.

"Who gave you the confidence that no one could find this place?"

A clear voice came from afar.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw two figures rushing over at top speed. The one in the lead walked step by step in the void, as if there was an invisible road under his feet. With each step, the space rippled.

The other person's ferocious aura was almost visible to the naked eye.

Chen Qing and Xuan Ming have arrived.

Upon seeing the newcomers, the Soul Devouring Saint showed disdain, as if he had already known. Meanwhile, the other quasi-saints from beyond the realm were filled with killing intent.

Pingxin and the other members of the Wu clan breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing Chen Qing approach. They knew a great deal about Chen Qing's abilities. With him there, the current crisis was averted.

What surprised them even more was the figure that followed them.

The Xuanming Ancestral Witch is still alive!

Chen Qing walked to the Pangu Hall, glanced at Pingxin's pale face, and asked, "Are you badly injured? I'm sorry I'm late."

"It's alright." Pingxin shook his head. "This person used some unknown means to be able to conceal and even deceive the Sage. You must be careful."

Xuanming did not speak, but stared fiercely at the people from beyond the realm.

"Who are you? Two mere Primordial Golden Immortals, how dare you meddle in other people's business? Who gave you the guts!" The Soul Devouring Saint sized up Chen Qing, his eyes full of disdain.

The saying "below the sage, all are ants" is no joke. He didn't think this suddenly appearing Primordial Golden Immortal could cause him any trouble.

To put it nicely, they're called Primordial Golden Immortals; to put it bluntly, aren't they just Great Luo Golden Immortals who prove their Dao through force? Their combat strength is merely that of Quasi-Saints.

"Who I am is none of your business," Chen Qing said indifferently, as if the person standing before him was not a high and mighty saint, but an ordinary person. "Saint, you should think about how to end this disruption of the primordial cycle of reincarnation."

He suddenly remembered something, and a slight smirk appeared on his lips: "Oh, right, that guy called Void has already escaped. I wonder if you, an old man like you, can escape just as quickly?"

Upon hearing this, the Soul-Devouring Saint's pupils suddenly contracted. This time, only he and the Void Saint had come to this world.

If what this person said is true, then it is indeed not good for me to be left alone now.

The thought of retreating had already taken root in his mind, but seeing Chen Qing's disdainful expression, the Soul Devouring Saint couldn't help but get angry again—how dare a mere Quasi-Saint be so presumptuous in front of him?