Primordial Era: I, the auspicious beast Pixiu, am the darling of the Great Dao.

The primordial East.

Above the vast sky leading to Buzhou Mountain Range and Phoenix Perch Mountain, a spectacular scene is unfolding that has captivated countless creatures of the primordial world.

The once clear blue sky was now replaced by endless golden light.

The golden light shone brightly for thousands of miles, dazzling and spectacular.

Not only that, wherever the golden light passed, auspicious clouds appeared in the void, and thousands of auspicious rays fell down, as if the whole world was laying out a red carpet for the departure of some supreme being, cheering and jumping for joy.

However, such a grand and ostentatious display angered many creatures who were cultivating in seclusion on the land of the East.

In the primordial world, many powerful beings emerged, and those with unruly and rebellious temperaments were numerous.

Many beings who were at a critical juncture in their seclusion or absorbing the essence of the sun and moon on the mountaintop had their cultivation interrupted by this dazzling golden light, and were immediately filled with nameless anger.

They all looked up at the sky, their eyes burning with anger.

I wanted to angrily denounce who this person was, daring to act so recklessly in the prehistoric world, parading around like this, simply disregarding all the heroes of the prehistoric world, really thinking that he was the Dao Ancestor Hongjun?

But the next moment, when their divine senses probed slightly and they sensed the aura contained within the golden light, all the angry curses that were about to come out were swallowed back down.

That aura was as vast as an abyss, far surpassing the level of a Great Luo Golden Immortal.

That was a supreme being at the quasi-saint level.

Knowing that it was a quasi-saint powerhouse parading through the streets amidst the golden light, even if they were furious, they dared not speak out of turn.

Let this golden light shine upon everything around it.

And above that sky, the source of that vast golden light.

A soft, white cloud is slowly drifting through the sea of ​​clouds.

Above the clouds, Tianlu lay comfortably in the softest, most central spot.

Beside Tianlu, Yang Hui knelt on the clouds, extending her slender hands to gently and skillfully massage Tianlu's shoulders and back.

As a powerful being who was the first wisp of primordial Yin energy to take form, she was unwilling to accept this.

But Tianlu really gave her too much, so she was happy to be a servant.

As Yang Hui massaged Tianlu, he sensed the reactions of the creatures on the primordial land below and couldn't help but mutter to himself.

"My lord, isn't this a bit inappropriate?"

Upon hearing this, Tianlu spoke up confidently.

"Why not? This is a blessing of merit and good fortune, bringing blessings to heaven and earth!"

"They'd be more than grateful to me for being bathed in my golden light and receiving even a trace of good fortune!"

Upon hearing this, Yang Hui couldn't help but twitch his lips slightly.

Are you serious?

She felt that the creatures below weren't expressing gratitude at all, but rather fearing the terrifying power of this Pixiu, daring not to speak out for fear of being easily annihilated.

However, Yang Hui only complained to himself and did not say it out loud.

After all, she was just a servant, why should she care so much? As long as Tianlu was happy, that was all that mattered. Anyway, if the sky fell, this darling of the Great Dao would hold it up.

Just as Yang Hui was focused on massaging Tianlu, Tianlu's brow suddenly furrowed slightly.

Amidst the originally calm fluctuations of the laws surrounding him, a mysterious ripple suddenly appeared in the Law of Time.

The fleeting image of the river of time flashed before Tianlu's eyes. The lines of fate—past, present, and future—intertwined in his mind, making him aware of a great upheaval that was about to occur in the world.

Tianlu was surprised and muttered to himself.

Is the first war against the Lich about to begin?

Why does your demon race have to start a war the moment I step out?

Through the deduction of the laws of time, Tianlu has seen a glimpse of the future and knows about the earth-shattering bloody battle that will soon erupt in the Buzhou Mountains.

To stabilize the hearts of all races and demonstrate that they are determined to wage war against the Witch Clan in order to protect all races, the Demon Clan is finally about to take action against the Witch Clan.

But what does the Lich War have to do with him?

He, Tianlu, is the son of the Great Dao, and the calamities and karma of the primordial world cannot touch him at all.

His trip was also to visit Nuwa at Phoenix Mountain. Since the great battle was breaking out near Buzhou Mountain, he could just watch the grand show of the war between the witches and demons.

With that thought in mind, Tianlu closed his eyes with a clear conscience and continued to enjoy Yang Hui's massage.

now.

Above the thirty-third heaven, in the Lingxiao Palace of the Demon Clan's Heavenly Court.

The three emperors of the demon race sat high on the imperial throne.

Emperor Jun was draped in a robe adorned with the stars of the heavens, surrounded by the mysterious array patterns of the Hetu and Luoshu, revealing his imperial majesty.

Taiyi held the innate treasure, the Chaos Bell, his eyes filled with disdain, his domineering and arrogant fighting spirit soaring to the heavens.

Fuxi sat to one side, his expression gentle yet solemn.

Below, the ten demon saints, including Ji Meng, Ying Zhao, and Bai Ze, stood respectfully.

Further out, there were countless demon gods exuding the terrifying aura of Great Luo Golden Immortals and Taiyi Golden Immortals.

Di Jun suddenly stood up, his gaze sweeping over the vast wilderness, his voice booming like a great bell, echoing throughout the entire Lingxiao Palace.

"The barbarians of the Witch Clan are ignorant of the will of Heaven, disrespectful of the Heavenly Court, and oppress all races of the primordial world!"

"Today, I, the Emperor, in accordance with the Mandate of Heaven, have dispatched troops to Buzhou to punish the Wu tribe and seek justice for all races!"

"By the decree of the Heavenly Emperor!"

Thousands of demons roared in unison, their voices echoing throughout the Lingxiao Palace.

The next moment, billions of demon troops roared down from the Thirty-Third Heaven, heading straight for the territory of the Witch Clan in the direction of Buzhou Mountain.

The army marched forth with overwhelming force, causing the void to tremble and all living beings to retreat wherever it passed.

However, just as the demon army was marching down to the mortal realm, and the vanguard had just left the Heavenly Court's territory...

On the flight path directly ahead of the demon army, a cloud radiating boundless golden light of merit carried a human and a beast, slowly drifting towards Phoenix Perch Mountain.

The clouds moved at a steady pace, showing no intention of making way for the demon army, as if they didn't take these billions of elite troops seriously at all.

Upon seeing this, the thousands of demon gods at the forefront of the demon race were instantly enraged.

The demon race now stands in the heavens, claiming to be the orthodox lineage of the primordial world. How majestic they are! How dare anyone block the army's path?

A fiery-tempered early-stage Great Luo Golden Immortal demon god stepped forward from the crowd, wielding a Xuanhua giant axe of acquired spiritual treasure level, pointing it at the clouds ahead, and angrily rebuking them.

"Who are you, daring to block the path of my demon race?!"

This angry shout, mixed with the magical power of a Great Luo Golden Immortal, exploded in the void, causing the surrounding sea of ​​clouds to churn violently.

The slowly drifting clouds in front of them finally stopped after hearing this angry rebuke.

The clouds slowly turned around, and the golden light gradually faded, revealing Tianlu lying on top of them and Yang Hui beside him.

Tianlu slowly stood up, a hint of displeasure flashing in his golden eyes. Looking at the densely packed demon army in front of him, he shouted sharply.

"You think you're so great just because you're loud?!"

what? !

The angry demon god hadn't yet grasped the meaning of those words.

In an instant, a terrifying pressure belonging to the late stage of the Primordial Golden Immortal realm was released from Tianlu's body.

This oppressive force transformed into tangible golden ripples, pressing down upon the demon army.