Transmigrating into Haotian, ruling the Three Pure Ones and pacifying the primordial world.

"Witch Clan barbarians, come and fight!"

"You brat Zhurong, come out here!"

Emperor Jun and Taiyi were high in the void, and the sun seemed to fall down, hanging behind the two brothers.

Xihe holds the Sun Essence Wheel in her hand, while Changxi's illusory image of the Moon floats behind her, holding a crescent-shaped Moon Essence Wheel in her hand in response.

The siblings Fuxi and Nuwa stood side by side, their auras as powerful quasi-saints emanating from them. The void itself could not withstand the pressure and made a "crack" sound as space was being squeezed open.

Behind them, numerous demon soldiers stood in formation, ranging from Great Luo Golden Immortals to Celestial Immortals. The Ten Demon Generals led the other demons, weapons in hand, glaring menacingly at the primordial land.

Meanwhile, cultivators in other parts of the prehistoric world stared in disbelief at the demon race, including Haotian himself, and even Jieyin and Zhunti on Mount Sumeru in the west exchanged glances...

This great battle was actually started by the demon race!

The Lich and Demon races will inevitably clash sooner or later; this is something all living beings in the primordial world know. However, it was the Lich race that started the provocation. Even if the Ancestral Witches come to disrupt Emperor Jun's wedding, should the Demon race retaliate at this moment?

Could it be that the demon race has found a way to break through the true form of the Ancestral Witch?

That was formed from the essence and blood of the great god Pangu. Even in the last great battle, when Gonggong was hit by Donghuang Taiyi's full-force attack with the innate treasure Chaos Bell, he was still surrounded by Gonggong True Water and was full of energy, cursing and swearing!

"You scraggly bird, how dare you attack my Wu tribe!" Gonggong said with a bandit-like air, watching the Wu tribe members of the Gonggong tribe gather, and the entire void began to be filled with water vapor.

The ancestral witch Tianwu of the Wind gleamed with a fierce light in his eyes: "This time, I'll pluck all your feathers!"

Zhu Rong's gaze swept over the demon race, finally settling on Di Jun with disdain: "Last time I failed to snatch those two women, this time I'll definitely capture them and bring them back to warm my bed!"

Gonggong chimed in, "Yes, even Nuwa... um... hmm—"

As he was speaking, he suddenly groaned and was instantly elbowed by Houtu. A patch of earthy yellow divine light condensed into a mud ball and smeared Gonggong's mouth with mud.

The void fell silent for a moment, leaving only the Wu tribe members roaring to bolster their momentum!

Many powerful beings shuddered uncontrollably. The demons' eyes blazed with fury. The Ancestral Witch insulted the Demon Queen and Demon Consort, and almost insulted Her Majesty Nuwa.

The demon race's current power is indeed due to Di Jun being the Demon Emperor, but Nuwa was taken in as a disciple by the Dao Ancestor and will later become a Heavenly Saint. In the eyes of some demons, she is the demon race's greatest backer!

But now, the future sage has been insulted by the ancestral witches, and the demons are all glaring at the witches with hatred, as if they wish they could tear them apart!

Throughout the primordial world, there were Haotian, the Three Pure Ones, Kunpeng, the Queen Mother of the West, Jieyin and Zhunti, Zhenyuanzi...

One powerful being after another held their breath in silence. They saw Fuxi tremble with anger at Gonggong's words, and the heavenly music played by Fuxi's zither turned blood red. The music transformed into blades, tearing through layers of space.

Nuwa's red lips curled up, but her eyes gleamed with a chilling light, and snowflakes fell all around her, a result of her condensed killing intent.

Since she became the Demon Queen Nuwa, her status was no different from that of Emperor Jun. After being accepted as a disciple by her master and obtaining the Primordial Purple Qi, even Emperor Jun had to treat her with some respect.

Now, being insulted by a barbarian like Gonggong, Nuwa appeared calm, but a murderous intent was rising within her.

She closed her eyes briefly, then opened them again. Her eyes were devoid of any emotion; she looked at Gonggong as if he were a dead man.

Houtu's expression changed slightly upon seeing this. A sage cannot be insulted, even one who has not yet attained enlightenment.

Even if she is powerless at this moment, she will definitely take revenge on her fourth brother at all costs after he attains enlightenment.

The power of a sage is known to every cultivator who has visited Zixiao Palace!

Fourth brother...

Houtu looked worried. The Dao Ancestor's disciple had not yet attained enlightenment, but there would be seven sages in the prehistoric world in the future.

But given her brothers' temperaments... she was worried about the future of the witch clan!

On the Three Immortals Island, Haotian was astonished and had to admire Gonggong's courage.

How dare you!

Even if you were to kill Nuwa, she wouldn't be this angry. But such verbal insults will make you suffer worse than death after she attains enlightenment!

"Let's fight!" Nuwa said softly, her red lips barely moving, but Di Jun couldn't help but tremble.

He was the Demon Emperor, and Nuwa respected his decision. They had discussed it before the war, but Nuwa was gentle and did not like war.

The fact that he uttered the words "start war" at this moment shows that he was extremely angry!

Even he respected Nuwa greatly, even though he knew that Nuwa's enlightenment might threaten his position as the Demon Emperor. But having a saint as a backer is really appealing!

"Set up the formation!" As Di Jun pondered, he threw out the Hetu Luoshu in his hand, and the Hunyuan Heluo Formation instantly took shape.

Seeing this, the Ancestral Witches thought they were going to use the same old tricks again, but they also had their own trump cards.

Houtu took a deep breath. Now that things had come to this, the only option was to exterminate the entire demon race. Nuwa could not be killed, but if the brothers and sisters joined forces, they could protect their fourth brother.

"Brother," Houtu whispered. Dijiang's complexion gradually returned to normal. He glared at Gonggong and then began to give orders.

The twelve Ancestral Witches each occupied a region, their laws manifesting on their bodies. Space and time intertwined, the five elements of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth crisscrossed, lightning flashed, ice pierced the air, and poisonous gas permeated the air...

Their breaths gradually connected, their chests simultaneously flushed crimson, and their heartbeats pounded like drums, echoing across the battlefield. This caused many members of the Wu tribe to shout, while the cultivators with lower cultivation levels blushed, their hearts beginning to beat in rhythm with the ancestral witches.

A thin layer of mist spread out, completely obscuring the Wu Clan members. Even the Three Pure Ones, with their immense power, could not sense anything through their primordial spirits.

Haotian took a deep breath. His divine sense couldn't penetrate it, so it seemed that the Wu Clan had already obtained the formation.

The demon race was not to be outdone. All the demons above the True Immortal realm stood in the void, raising their heads and closing their eyes, as if calling out for something!

In an instant, the sky darkened, as if night had fallen. But then, starlight appeared in the void, like divine eyes emerging from the sky—the stars of the heavens.

One by one, the demons ascended into the sky, whether they were Xuanxian or Daluo Jinxian, they all landed on the stars.

The stars in the heavens began to rotate in a mysterious trajectory, with the Hunyuan Heluo Grand Array at the center harmonizing them, watching as streams of star power descended and condensed into a grand array filled with starlight!

Xihe and Changxi shouted coldly at the same time. The sun and moon stars took the lead, and the two goddesses stood on them with solemn expressions. The power of the formation instantly increased to a higher level.

Di Jun poured all his magical power into the Hetu Luoshu, while Taiyi gently struck the Chaos Bell. The bell grew larger, and he transformed into his original form as a three-legged golden crow, suppressing the entire formation.

"I am in charge of the Purple Star!" A scroll descended from Nuwa's auspicious cloud, depicting the mountains, rivers, and landforms of the entire prehistoric world. The Purple Star Imperial aura permeated the area, giving the great formation an added sense of weight and solemnity.

Fuxi helped his sister take charge, and Dijun's eyes lit up with joy when he saw this. Nuwa did not do this when they practiced formations in the starry sky.

It seems this person is truly enraged!