Primordial Era: The Sun Emperor

On the East China Sea, the winds and clouds change color.

The Divine Army was arrayed on the sea, a dark mass stretching as far as the eye could see.

Millions of Wu tribe warriors trod on the waves, their blood surging to the sky, their intense baleful aura turning the blue waves of the East Sea dark red.

Before them, hundreds of millions of servants from all races were densely packed, like ants covering the sea.

These servants came from all the ancient races, all beings who had submitted to the Wu tribe.

No one dared to desert their post.

It wasn't that they didn't want to, but that they dared not. The iron-fisted rule of the witch clan made them realize that defection would only lead to death.

Moreover, deep down, they didn't believe the Celestial Court could win.

The Celestial Court? It's nothing more than a bunch of chickens and dogs gathered together to resist the Witch Clan! If the Heavenly Court were on the other side, they might even defect.

The Divine Court's foundation far surpasses that of the Celestial Court, and the Twelve Ancestral Witches are enough to sweep away everything.

On the Three Immortals Island, the Grand Array of Ten Thousand Immortals has already been set up.

Fuxi sat cross-legged atop the main island of Penglai, with an ancient zither lying across his face—the Fuxi Zither.

Around him, various array nodes converged, each occupying a certain area and responding to each other, forming a giant array covering the three islands.

In the formation, the demon soldiers each took their positions, gripping their weapons, their faces solemn.

The ten demon generals guarded the three islands, while the Queen Mother of the West sat in the center of Penglai Island, with the Kunlun Mirror hanging above her head, its light flowing and enveloping all directions.

The Eastern King Duke stood atop Penglai, clad in a purple-gold imperial robe, holding the Pure Yang Sword, his gaze sharp as a knife, looking at the sky-covering army of the Witch Clan on the sea.

Dijiang stood in the center of the army, his gaze sharp as a knife, sweeping over the myriad immortal formation on the Three Immortal Islands.

"Formation? Heh."

He raised his hand and waved it forward.

"My lads, follow me to kill the enemy!"

At his command, which sounded like thunder, he took the lead, followed closely by eleven ancestral witches. The witch clan's youths charged forward like madmen.

The sheer scale of the massive army charging forward was so overwhelming that it seemed as if the entire East China Sea was about to be overturned.

The waves were steamed into mist by the bloody aura, and the sky was stained dark red by the malevolent energy.

Shouts of battle, footsteps, and the sound of weapons being drawn merged into a deafening torrent that rushed straight towards the Three Immortals Island.

Fuxi placed his hands on the zither, and the music suddenly rang out, containing the sounds of Heaven's wrath and destruction.

The music was like the clash of swords and the thunder of war; each note was a deadly move, transforming into visible sound waves that spread in all directions.

The Array of Ten Thousand Immortals suddenly lit up.

On the three islands, countless beams of light transformed from divine powers shot out from the formation, pouring down like a torrential rain on the path of the Wu Clan's charge.

Multicolored supernatural powers intertwined to form a net of death, enveloping the entire sea surface.

The low-level Wu Clan soldiers were hit by the beams of light. Some turned into ashes on the spot, some were frozen into ice sculptures, some were cut into pieces by wind blades, and some were charred into charcoal by lightning.

Blood bloomed on the sea surface, like flamboyant red flowers.

However, the Wu tribe was not afraid at all.

The ones in front fall, but the ones behind keep going.

There was no fear in their eyes, only a fanatical fighting spirit.

For the warriors of the Wu tribe, dying on the battlefield is the highest honor, while retreating is the greatest shame.

"Formation? Hmph!"

Zhu Rong snorted coldly, and flames surged around him, rushing into the range of the great formation.

He wielded the power of fire, and wherever he went, the divine beams of light from the Ten Thousand Immortals Array were completely incinerated by his flames.

He threw a punch, and a fire dragon roared out, rushing straight towards Penglai Island.

The Queen Mother of the West raised her hand, and the Kunlun Mirror shone brightly.

Where the mirror's light shone, the fire dragon was deflected back and devoured Zhu Rong.

Zhu Rong frowned, stepped aside, and his expression changed slightly: "What a treasure!"

The twelve ancestral witches all set out.

Xuanming and Tianwu joined forces and charged into the formation.

Xuanming wields the Rain Ice, and wherever it passes, a chill permeates the air, even freezing the light of the great formation; Tianwu wields the Wind, and wherever it passes, a howling gale blows, causing the demon soldiers in the formation to stagger and fall.

The ten demon generals all came forward to greet them.

Bai Ze manipulated the formation to trap Xuan Ming's frost, Ji Meng used the power of thunder to fight against Tian Wu's gale, Jiu Ying's nine heads spewed water and fire together, and Ying Zhao used his extreme speed to restrain... The ten demon generals joined forces and, with the support of the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation, managed to stop the two Ancestral Witches.

"Hold them off!" Bai Ze shouted. "Don't fight them head-on, wear them down!"

The Queen Mother of the West, holding the Kunlun Mirror, greeted Houtu.

Houtu wields the laws of earth, her body radiating yellow light, protected by the power of the earth.

With a single palm strike, the power of the earth transformed into a gigantic hand, pressing down upon the Queen Mother of the West.

This place is at sea, far from the land, which indirectly weakens Houtu's power.

With a flash, the Queen Mother of the West caused the Kunlun Mirror to shine brightly, deflecting the giant hand back.

Houtu frowned slightly, dodged to the side, and then struck again with her palm.

The battle between the two goddesses appears peaceful, but is actually extremely dangerous.

The suppressive power of the Kunlun Mirror clashed with the earth power of Houtu, and each clash shattered the void.

With the help of the power of the Heavenly Dao, the Queen Mother of the West was the only one who could overpower the Ancestral Witches, and Houtu was even beaten somewhat badly by her.

Fuxi sat cross-legged in the void, his hands playing the zither.

His piano playing was sometimes as stirring as war drums, and sometimes as melodious as flowing water.

While using his zither to control the Myriad Immortals Formation and guide the power within to counter the attacks of the Divine Court army, he also used the power of the formation to fight against the two Ancestral Witches, Xi Zi and Qiang Liang, alone.

Xi Zi wields lightning, and with a flash, thunder roars for miles; Qiang Liang wields thunder, and with a single move, a storm of lightning fills the sky.

The two ancestral witches joined forces, their lightning intertwined, amplifying their power.

The sound of Fuxi's zither transformed into waves of sound, dissolving the power of lightning layer by layer, and also deducing their attack trajectories to avoid them in advance.

He managed to hold out against two opponents alone.

The fiercest battleground is in the air above the heart of the formation.

The Eastern King Duke, clad in a purple-gold imperial robe and wielding the Pure Yang Sword, fought alone against Dijiang and Zhujiuyin.

Di Jiang controls space, his figure appearing and disappearing intermittently, always appearing in Dong Wang Gong's blind spot.

The flow of time changes drastically between opening and closing one's eyes during the Nine Yin Palm technique, causing the Eastern King Duke's movements to be sometimes fast and sometimes slow.

The two Ancestral Witches, operating in one space and one time, coordinated perfectly. Even the Eastern King Duke, a late-stage Quasi-Saint, felt immense pressure.

However, the Eastern King Duke was, after all, a late-stage Quasi-Saint, and had also benefited from the power of the Heavenly Dao.

The Pure Yang Sword in his hand is a top-grade innate spiritual treasure. Its blade is imbued with the power of the Heavenly Dao, and every strike he makes carries the blessing of the Heavenly Dao.

With a slash, Dijiang was unable to dodge and was grazed on the shoulder by the blade.

The Ancestral Witch's true form was incredibly powerful; ordinary innate spiritual treasures could hardly break its defenses. However, the power of the Heavenly Dao was extraordinary, cleaving open the Ancestral Witch's true form, and golden blood drifted into the sea.

Unbeknownst to anyone, there were countless true dragons in the sea. They did not participate in the war, but instead focused on collecting the blood of all races. They even tried to collect the blood of the Ancestral Witches, but were burned and forced to retreat.

Dong Wanggong swept his sword again, and Zhu Jiuyin twisted the sword's momentum with the laws of time, but was still hit by the aftershocks of the sword energy, leaving a shallow bloodstain on his chest.

Dijiang glanced down at the wound on his shoulder and sneered, "A fine sword! Too bad, your sword can only wound the flesh."

The Eastern King Duke's expression was solemn; he knew that Di Jiang was telling the truth.

He could break through the defenses of the Ancestral Witches with the help of the power of Heaven, but he could not seriously injure them.

However, he dared not directly confront the attacks from Dijiang and Zhujiuyin.

He cannot retreat; he is the Celestial Emperor, the backbone of the Celestial Court.

If he retreats, the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation will collapse in an instant.