Primordial Era: The Witch Clan's Dog-Headed Strategist

In the far west of the primordial world, in a secluded cave, Rahu sat cross-legged, with four Immortal-Slaying Swords hovering around him, the killing intent and baleful aura emanating from the swords growing ever stronger.

His meticulously planned scheme was thwarted, the malevolent energy of the ferocious beasts was completely absorbed, and his Four Immortal-Slaying Swords failed to undergo the expected tempering. But this did not mean he would give up.

Instead, Rahu found a new target.

The three clans of Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin have fought for supremacy for countless eons, accumulating a murderous aura and karmic force far greater than the ferocious beast's malevolent energy within the seal.

If he could integrate this killing intent into the Four Swords of Zhuxian, the power of his sword formation would be elevated to an unimaginable level.

More importantly, the war between the three races was part of a great calamity.

He only needs to fan the flames to make this catastrophe even more devastating and thorough.

Luo Hou opened his eyes, a cold glint flashing in his dark pupils.

He took action.

Rahu's methods are always subtle and leave no trace.

He won't personally intervene, at least not initially.

He only needs to plant some key seeds in some key places and then quietly watch them take root and sprout.

Between the East Sea Dragon Palace and the Southern Undying Volcano lies a vast expanse of land and sea, a boundary between the territories of the Dragon Clan and the Phoenix Clan.

This region is rich in a spiritual object called "Fire Spirit Coral," which is extremely useful to both dragons and phoenixes.

The two sides have fought for control of this area for countless eons. Although there has been no large-scale war, small-scale conflicts have never ceased.

Rahu's incarnation appeared in this area.

He disguised himself as a dragon elder, infiltrated a dragon stronghold, and spoke to the dragon general stationed there:

"The Phoenix Clan has recently increased its troops in the Fire Spirit Coral Sea, intending to seize this place while our clan is at war with the Qilin Clan. If we do not strike first, I fear the consequences will be dire."

The same comments were also made by the Phoenix Clan.

Another incarnation of Rahu, disguised as a Phoenix Clan elder, advised the Phoenix Clan general: "The Dragon Clan is secretly gathering its forces, preparing to seize the Fire Spirit Coral Sea in one fell swoop."

If we don't strike first, I fear our clan will lose this vital resource.

These statements are not unfounded.

Both the Dragon Clan and the Phoenix Clan did have deployments in that area, but they were both restrained and unwilling to easily provoke a large-scale conflict.

However, Rahu's instigation caused both sides to begin to doubt each other's intentions, and their vigilance grew stronger.

Finally, during a chance encounter between patrol teams, a conflict broke out between the two sides.

A small-scale skirmish quickly escalated into a major battle involving thousands of tribesmen, fueled by mutual suspicion and vigilance.

When the message reached Zu Long's ears, he merely frowned slightly.

The conflict between the Dragon Clan and the Phoenix Clan is nothing new.

What he didn't know was that, instigated by Rahu, similar conflicts were simultaneously unfolding at various borders between the three races.

Friction is increasing rapidly not only between the Dragon Clan and the Phoenix Clan, but also between the Dragon Clan and the Qilin Clan, and between the Phoenix Clan and the Qilin Clan.

Rahu's incarnations travel back and forth between the three races.

Each time, they skillfully fueled the flames, amplifying what were initially minor conflicts and escalating what were originally restrained relations between the two sides.

The people of the three tribes began to become restless, and the shadow of war grew heavier.

The turning point occurred on a plain south of Buzhou Mountain.

That place is where the territories of the Dragon Clan, Phoenix Clan, and Qilin Clan meet. Members of all three clans are active in this area. Although there are occasional frictions, they generally live in peace.

Rahu personally took action.

He set up an extremely well-hidden killing formation on this plain, and then lured the three patrol teams of the three races to this place at the same time.

When the three teams arrived at the location of the killing formation almost simultaneously, Rahu activated the killing formation, annihilating all three teams at once, leaving no survivors.

The news of the complete annihilation of the three patrol teams caused a huge shock when it reached their respective tribes.

The Dragon Clan believed that the Phoenix Clan and the Qilin Clan had joined forces to set an ambush.

The Phoenix Clan believes that the Dragon Clan and the Qilin Clan are secretly colluding.

The Qilin clan believes that the Dragon and Phoenix clans had planned this all along.

Each of the three parties presented their own version of events, and anger quickly spread within their respective clans.

Zulong, Yuanfeng, and Shiqilin almost simultaneously received strong requests for war from the pro-war faction within their clans.

The trust between the three races completely collapsed at this moment.

War broke out inevitably.

This war is completely different from the previous small-scale conflicts.

All three races mobilized, and hundreds of millions of people engaged in an unprecedented battle on the primordial land.

The Dragon Clan mobilized countless aquatic armies from all corners of the world. The dragon shadows, covering the sky, surged and roared, their sounds resounding throughout heaven and earth.

The First Emperor personally led the elite of the dragon race westward from the East Sea. Wherever they passed, rivers flowed backward and the seas surged.

The Phoenix Clan emerged from the southern immortal volcano, unleashing a multitude of birds that took flight and set the flames ablaze.

Yuan Feng sat atop the Undying Volcano, her phoenix eyes flashing with a cold light. Behind her were countless phoenix descendants, each radiating flames powerful enough to incinerate the heavens and destroy the earth.

The Qilin clan emerged in full force from the foot of Mount Buzhou, causing all the beasts to gallop and the earth to tremble.

The First Qilin stood on Qilin Cliff, radiating an immense, mountain-like pressure. Behind him were countless Qilin clansmen, each possessing the power to shatter mountains and rivers.

The armies of the three races engaged in a fierce battle on the primordial land.

The sky was occupied by dragons and phoenixes, their roars and cries intertwining to create a symphony of destruction.

The dragon's claws tore apart the phoenix's wings, and the phoenix's flames burned the dragon's scales. Blood from both sides rained down on the earth like a storm.

The land was dominated by the Qilin clan; their iron hooves shattered mountains and rivers, and their roars cracked the earth.

Once the members of the Dragon Clan and Phoenix Clan land on the ground, they will be trampled into mincemeat by the iron hooves of the Qilin Clan.

On the battlefield, corpses piled up like mountains, and blood flowed like rivers. The thick, malevolent aura permeated the air, turning the sky a gloomy gray.

Those once mighty warriors are now nothing more than numbers on the battlefield, consumed and destroyed in endless slaughter.

The war was far more brutal than any previous conflict between the three races.

The people of the three clans were bloodthirsty, and hatred spread like a plague in everyone's heart.

Zulong, Yuanfeng, and Shiqilin finally took to the field themselves.

The Ancestral Dragon transformed into a ten-thousand-foot-tall true dragon, its golden scales shimmering brilliantly in the sunlight.

His dragon might enveloped the entire battlefield as if it were a tangible force, and with each swing of his dragon claw, countless members of the Phoenix and Qilin clans perished.

His dragon roar could shatter mountains and rivers and tear the sky apart.

Yuan Feng transformed into a ten-thousand-foot-tall phoenix, her body ablaze with the Southern Bright Fire, a flame capable of incinerating everything, even distorting and deforming space itself.

Her phoenix cry could ignite the fires of the heavens and turn the earth into scorched earth.

The First Qilin transformed into a ten-thousand-foot-tall Qilin, radiating an immense, mountain-like pressure. With each step he took, the earth trembled and mountains collapsed.

His roar could shatter the heavens and earth and make all things submit.

The three clan leaders personally intervened, instantly escalating the intensity of the war to its peak.

The Ancestral Dragon and the Primordial Phoenix clashed in the sky, their dragon claws colliding and unleashing a devastating shockwave that tore everything around them to shreds.

The First Dragon and the First Qilin clashed on the earth. When the dragon's tail swept across, mountains collapsed; when the Qilin's feet trod, the earth cracked.

Yuan Feng and Shi Qilin clashed in the void, flames collided with earth and rocks, lava splashed everywhere, and the sky was covered with clouds.

The corpses of the three tribes piled up like mountains, and their blood flowed into rivers that turned the sea red.

The dense, malevolent aura permeated the heavens and earth, causing the sun and moon to lose their light.

The vast, desolate land trembled, as if it too was mourning this catastrophe.

The three races fought fiercely, with neither able to defeat the other in a short period of time.

Although the Ancestral Dragon, the Primordial Phoenix, and the First Qilin are the strongest beings in the world, their strengths are evenly matched, and none of them can defeat the others.

Their people were also fighting to the death, and neither side was willing to back down.

Just as the battle reached a stalemate, a sharp killing intent suddenly rose from the edge of the battlefield.

The intensity and brutality of that killing intent caused even the patriarchs of the three tribes who were engaged in battle to take notice.

They stopped simultaneously and looked in the direction from which the killing intent was coming.

At the edge of the battlefield, a man dressed in black robes stood with his hands behind his back.

Four long swords hovered in the air around him, their blades radiating a murderous intent and aura that seemed to reach the heavens.

Those four swords were the Four Swords of Zhuxian: Zhuxian Sword, Luxian Sword, Xianxian Sword, and Juexian Sword.

"Rahu!" the Ancestral Dragon shouted in a deep voice, a trace of solemnity flashing in his golden dragon eyes.

Yuan Feng and Shi Qilin also recognized the man in black robes.

That was a being from the same era as Luo Hou and the patriarchs of the three clans, a powerful figure renowned throughout the prehistoric world for his methods of slaughter.

Luo Hou did not respond. He simply stared coldly at the carnage on the battlefield, a chilling smile playing on his lips.

"Have you had enough?" Luo Hou's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears. "If you've had enough, it's my turn."

He raised his hand and waved, and four Immortal Execution Swords flew out simultaneously, transforming into four streams of light that landed in four directions on the battlefield.

The killing intent and baleful aura on the sword suddenly erupted, transforming into four pillars of light that shot into the sky, enveloping the entire battlefield.

"The Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation—Activate!"

With a loud shout, Luo Hou caused all four Zhuxian Swords to tremble simultaneously, their killing intent and baleful aura intertwined.

It transformed into a massive sword formation, trapping the Ancestral Dragon, the Primordial Phoenix, the First Qilin, and countless members of the three races within it.

Within the sword formation, killing intent permeated the air, and malevolent energy soared to the heavens.

Countless sword energies crisscrossed within the formation, like a raging storm, tearing apart the members of the three clans within.

Those sword energies were incredibly sharp, carrying the power to destroy everything. The members of the three races were completely unable to resist them, and they fell one by one.

"Not good!" Zu Long's expression changed drastically. He unleashed his dragon might with all his might, attempting to break through the sword formation's blockade.

But the power of the sword formation far exceeded his expectations. The four Immortal Execution Swords echoed each other, forming an indestructible barrier that blocked all his attacks.

Yuan Feng also fought back fiercely, and the Southern Bright Fire transformed into a raging inferno, attempting to burn the base of the sword formation.

However, the killing intent and malevolent energy within that sword formation were too intense, and even her Nanming Li Fire could not burn it away completely.

The First Qilin was also trapped in the formation. Although his earth power was strong, it could not shake the sword formation formed by the four Immortal Execution Swords.

The three clan leaders fought valiantly against the sword formation, and with their strength, they were still able to protect themselves.

However, the people of the three tribes did not have this ability.

Those ordinary members of the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin clans were crushed like ants under the strangulation of the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation.

Sword energy surged, and killing intent permeated the air.

Countless members of the three races fell within the sword formation, their blood absorbed by the formation and transformed into nourishment for the Four Swords of Zhuxian.

After absorbing the blood and killing intent, the four swords grew stronger and stronger, and the killing intent emanating from their blades became increasingly intense.

"Rahu! How dare you do this!" The Ancestral Dragon roared, unleashing his full dragon might, attempting to break through the sword formation to save his people.

But the sword formation was too powerful, and he couldn't break through it alone.

Yuan Feng and Shi Qilin also tried their best to break the sword formation's blockade.

However, their power was also unable to shake the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation in the slightest.

Luo Hou stood outside the sword formation, coldly observing everything within it.

His eyes held no pity, no hesitation, only icy killing intent and boundless greed.

These murderous auras, these bloodstains, these souls will all become nourishment for the Four Swords of Zhuxian.

Once the sword formation has annihilated all the billions of people of the three races, his Four Swords of Immortal Execution will become unimaginably powerful.

At that time, the entire primordial world will submit to him.

"Struggle," Rahu's voice was as cold as ice from the deepest hell, "Your struggles will only make my sword stronger."

Within the sword formation, the casualties among the three clans grew increasingly severe.

Those powerful members of the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin clans who once dominated the world were slaughtered in droves before the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation, like ants.

Blood flowed like a river, killing intent materialized, and the entire sword formation was filled with an endless aura of death.

Zulong, Yuanfeng, and Shiqilin fought desperately in the formation, but they could only protect a small number of their clansmen and could not take care of the overall situation.

They could feel their own power being constantly depleted, while the power of the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation was constantly increasing.

With this shift in power, they will eventually be trapped and die in this sword formation.

"Luo Hou, you are making an enemy of the entire prehistoric world!" the Ancestral Dragon roared.

Luo Hou sneered, "To be an enemy of the entire Primordial World? Once my Four Swords of Zhuxian are fully mastered, the entire Primordial World will be mine."

Just as the three races were in dire straits, four powerful auras rapidly approached from afar.

The leader, with white hair and white eyebrows, exuded a peaceful and profound aura, as if he were one with heaven and earth.

In his hand, he held a yin-yang diagram, within which the yin and yang energies flowed endlessly. This man was none other than the Yin-Yang Ancestor.

Beside him stood a man in flowing blue robes, his aura ethereal and otherworldly, seemingly transcending the mundane world. Before him, a chaotic energy churned endlessly. This man was Yang Mei.

To the side stood another man, with an ancient and simple face, whose aura was as profound as the universe itself. This man was none other than the Ancestor of Heaven and Earth.

The last person possessed an aura as deep and unfathomable as an abyss, with a small banner before him, its surface swirling with chaotic energy. This person was Hongjun.

The four powerful beings sensed the aura of the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation and rushed over from their respective cultivation grounds.

When they saw the tragic state of the three clansmen within the sword formation, their expressions changed drastically.

"Luo Hou, stop!" Yin Yang Ancestor shouted, and the Tai Chi diagram in his hand suddenly unfolded. The Yin and Yang energies transformed into a black and white interwoven pillar of light, which blasted towards the Zhuxian Sword Formation.

Yang Mei also made a move at the same time, and the chaotic energy transformed into a torrent, crashing into the sword formation together with the Yin Yang Ancestor's attack.

The Ancestor of Qiankun activated the power of Qiankun, causing the heavens and earth to tremble. An incomparably powerful force pressed in from all directions, attempting to crush the sword formation.

Hongjun summoned the Pangu Banner, and the chaotic energy on the banner surged endlessly, transforming into a power that could create the world, which slashed fiercely at the sword formation.

With four powerful figures attacking simultaneously, the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation finally couldn't withstand the pressure and a crack appeared.

Luo Hou's face darkened; he hadn't expected these four to arrive so quickly.

His original plan was to first wipe out the members of the three clans, and then deal with these four people.

But now, before he has achieved his goal, the four people have already arrived.

He snorted coldly, and with a thought, the gate of the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation suddenly opened, releasing the Ancestral Dragon, the Primordial Phoenix, the First Qilin, and the few remaining members of their clansmen.

"I'll release you for now," Luo Hou said coldly. "I'll deal with these four first, then I'll settle things with you."

Zulong, Yuanfeng, and Shiqilin led the remaining members of their clan out of the sword formation and retreated to a distance.

They looked back and saw that Luo Hou had already activated the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation, trapping the four powerful figures within it.

Yin Yang Ancestor, Yang Mei, Qiankun Ancestor, and Hongjun were trapped in the Zhuxian Sword Formation. The four Zhuxian Swords hovered around them, and countless sword energies came to kill them.

The four of them used their own methods to defend against the sword energy attack.

The Yin-Yang Ancestor unfolded the Tai Chi diagram, and the Yin and Yang energies transformed into a giant millstone, crushing the surrounding sword energy one by one.

He raised his eyebrows and activated the chaotic energy, devouring all the approaching sword energy.

The Ancestor of Heaven and Earth protected himself with the power of Heaven and Earth, preventing the sword energy from getting close.

Hongjun shook the Pangu Banner, and the chaotic energy on the banner deflected the sword energy one by one.

Although the four of them could withstand the sword formation's attacks, breaking through the formation was not an easy task.

The power of the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation far exceeded their expectations. The four Immortal Slaughtering Swords echoed each other, forming an almost indestructible barrier.

Luo Hou stood in the center of the sword formation, with four Zhuxian swords swirling around him, his eyes filled with killing intent.

"Hongjun, Yinyang, Yangmei, Qiankun, now that you've come, don't leave."

Luo Hou's voice was cold and arrogant, "I'll show you the true power of the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation!"

He activated the sword formation with all his might, and the four Immortal Execution Swords simultaneously unleashed an even more ferocious killing intent.

Countless sword energies, like a raging storm, swept towards the four people in the formation.

The sword energy contained boundless killing intent, as if it wanted to destroy everything.

The four fought back with all their might, but the power of the sword formation was too great. They could only barely protect themselves and were unable to fight back at all.

Zulong, Yuanfeng, and Shiqilin stood at a distance, watching this scene with heavy hearts.

They looked down at their people, who had once numbered in the hundreds of millions, but now less than a tenth remained.

The blood of those who died stained the earth, and their souls were devoured by the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation, transforming into the power of Rahu.

Zulong suddenly felt that he was surrounded by a heavy karmic force.

That is the karma of killing, the cause and effect of war. Since these eons, the dragon race has killed countless people in their struggle for dominance over the primordial world, thus accumulating endless karma.

He had never paid attention to these things before, but at this moment, looking at his dead clansmen and the heavy aura of malevolence, he suddenly understood that all of this was their own karma.

Yuan Feng and Shi Qilin also felt the karmic force on their bodies.

That karma was like a mountain, pressing down on them and making it hard for them to breathe.

In their struggle for supremacy over the primordial world, they did not hesitate to wage war and sacrifice countless members of their tribe.

Now, these karmic forces have finally come after them.

The three exchanged glances, each seeing the same realization in the other's eyes.

The First Emperor took a deep breath, raised his head and roared to the sky, his voice filled with endless sorrow and determination:

"By the Great Dao! I, the Ancestral Dragon, in the name of the Dragon Clan Chief, swear an oath to the Great Dao!"

From this day forward, the Dragon Clan withdraws from the struggle for supremacy in the primordial world, forever guarding the four seas and protecting the primordial world! Those who break this oath will be condemned by Heaven and Earth!

Yuan Feng followed closely behind, his phoenix cry piercing the sky: "The Great Dao is above! I, Yuan Feng, in the name of the Phoenix Clan Chief, swear an oath to the Great Dao!"

From this day forward, the Phoenix Clan withdraws from the struggle for supremacy in the primordial world, and will forever guard the Southern Undying Volcano, protecting the primordial world! May Heaven and Earth condemn those who break this oath!

The First Qilin spoke last, its voice as steady as the earth, yet carrying an endless weight:

"By the Great Dao! I begin with the Qilin, and in the name of the Qilin Clan Chief, I swear an oath to the Great Dao!"

From this day forward, the Qilin Clan withdraws from the struggle for supremacy in the primordial world, forever guarding the earth and protecting the primordial world! May Heaven and Earth condemn those who break this oath!

The three oaths fell simultaneously, shaking heaven and earth.

The karmic burdens binding the three clan leaders seemed to lessen considerably at this moment.

The Great Dao sensed their oath, and a mysterious power descended from the sky, enveloping the remaining members of the three races.

Zulong, Yuanfeng, and Shiqilin turned around at the same time, leading the remaining members of their clansmen, and retreated in three different directions.

The Dragon Clan retreated to the East Sea, the Phoenix Clan retreated to the Southern Immortal Volcano, and the Qilin Clan retreated to the foot of Mount Buzhou.

They withdrew from the stage of the primordial struggle for supremacy.

Behind them, within the Zhuxian Sword Formation, the battle between Luo Hou and the four powerful beings continued.

But the three clan leaders no longer had the mind to pay attention to that battle.

All they knew was that from this day forward, the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin races would no longer be the overlords of the primordial world.

All those past glories, all those past battles for supremacy, all those past massacres will become the past.