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

"Senior brother, you're back." Outside Yujing Mountain, Yaochi smiled and opened the formation, looking at Haotian who had returned in a hurry... and a monkey.

"Having traveled across the primordial land for ten thousand years, I have gained something," Haotian explained softly. "However, the harvest from this trip is quite good."

Yaochi nodded thoughtfully, but her gaze remained fixed on Liu Er, focusing particularly on his head. Her voice held a hint of hesitation: "Is this the Six-Eared Macaque?"

"Indeed, even though he is my attendant immortal, he can still call me teacher," Haotian said with a smile. "Because he also fought with Jieyin and Zhunti."

Yaochi was somewhat surprised that the monkey, who was on her master's blacklist, could still attract her senior brother and those two to fight over him. That was quite an achievement.

"You may call me Master Uncle." Yaochi nodded slightly; even a fairy attendant was better than a page.

"Yes, Lu Er greets his martial uncle."

"Let's go." Haotian took Yaochi's hand and was about to step into Yujing Mountain when his expression suddenly changed. Yaochi also turned around and looked towards Buzhou Mountain, where twelve streams of qi and blood rose up, seemingly able to support the heavens and the earth.

"You scruffy bird, get down here!"

"Emperor Jun, Taiyi, if you have the guts, fight me!"

In an instant, several angry curses echoed throughout the prehistoric world, awakening many cultivators in seclusion, and even quasi-saints and great supernatural beings turned their gazes in that direction.

"clang--"

"You wretched child, how dare you be so insolent!"

The sound of bells mingled with angry shouts, tearing apart the clouds in the void. The majestic and vast Heavenly Court appeared before the gods. One by one, the demon soldiers were filled with fighting spirit, the demon generals commanded all the demons, and at the forefront stood four solemn demon emperors.

The Demon Emperor Di Jun resided in the center, with the River Chart and Luo Book drawing mysterious trajectories before him. The Eastern Emperor Taiyi held the Eastern Emperor Bell, which rang out and solidified the void. Fuxi and Nuwa held their spiritual treasures and stood ready for battle.

As the Twelve Ancestral Witches led the Witch Clan in a powerful attack, four figures descended from the auspicious clouds, each exuding the aura of a Quasi-Saint Great Divine Power. Di Jun's cultivation had even risen to the mid-stage of Quasi-Saint.

Eight quasi-saint powerhouses charged towards the twelve ancestral witches, while the remaining demon generals and demon soldiers instantly stood together with the witch people.

Outside Yujing Mountain, Lu Er suddenly screamed in agony. Haotian glanced over and flicked his sleeve, sending the three of them flying into the mountain at the same time. The great formation activated, completely isolating all the evil energy.

Haotian pointed a finger at Lu Er's brow, and wisps of black, malevolent energy slowly emerged. With a flick of his wrist, they silently turned into dust and dissipated into the air.

"This is the Great Tribulation. Now that the Lich and Demon races are at war, the evil energy in the world has become even more intense, and the two races can no longer tolerate it." Haotian looked at the primordial land with a heavy expression.

Lu Er couldn't help but shudder. He had only absorbed some spiritual energy from heaven and earth and was already entangled in malevolent energy. How much more severely must the people of the Witch and Demon races be corrupted by malevolent energy?

Haotian stepped forward, and ripples appeared in the void, creating a water mirror. He could now use the same methods his master had used. Lu Er glanced at it and turned his head away, as if the malevolent energy was about to burst out of the water mirror.

Haotian looked at the battle scene reflected in the water mirror. The twelve Ancestral Witches were all entwined with laws, and their Ancestral Witch True Forms were activated. They did not need to use spiritual treasures or supernatural powers; their physical bodies were the most suitable spiritual treasures for them.

Each punch and palm strike could shatter the sky, accompanied by a murderous aura as deep and vast as the sea. The twelve laws intertwined and roared, exuding a domineering divine might.

The four emperors of the demon race were not weak either. Di Jun let out a long roar, and the true fire of the sun soared into the sky. The Hetu Luoshu surrounded Di Jiang and Ru Shou, and the Hunyuan Heluo Formation was formed in an instant, trapping the two ancestral witches.

Fuxi and Nuwa, along with their three incarnations, each fought against one of the Ancestral Witches. Only Donghuang Taiyi, wielding the Donghuang Bell, fought alone against four Ancestral Witches: Zhujiuyin, Gonggong, Zhurong, and Xuanming. The bell tolled loudly, shattering time and space, as if it were about to annihilate all evil energy.

Zhu Jiuyin's divine light of time caused the world to lose its color, attempting to reverse time and space, but it was shattered by the sound of the Eastern Emperor Bell. The power of the innate treasure was fully demonstrated at this moment.

The remaining liches and demons clashed, and the void and the primordial land were engulfed in flames. The entire battlefield was filled with shouts of battle, corpses fell from the sky, the earth was smashed into deep craters, immortal mountains collapsed, and rivers stopped flowing.

Everything about this war speaks volumes about its brutality.

Haotian and Yaochi stared at the center of the battlefield in silence for a long time. The two races were now bloodthirsty, with laws flying everywhere, blood and fire intertwined, and the earth cracking. This was even more tragic than the battle between the three races that created the world.

"The calamity energy has entered his body, and he's already overwhelmed," Haotian said, squinting.

Fortunately, all twelve Ancestral Witches are currently tied up. Once one of them breaks free, it will likely result in a one-sided massacre of the demon race.

"Senior brother, who do you think will win?" Yaochi asked, turning her head to the side.

Haotian shook his head: "The demon race can't break the Ancestral Witch's true form, but the witch race has too few members. It won't be long before it ends."

Yaochi blinked and continued to look at the center of the battlefield. Sure enough, as the earthy yellow divine light flashed between Houtu's eyebrows, a layer of defensive light instantly enveloped many members of the Wu tribe.

"Earth, shake!" Houtu punched Nuwa away, then looked at Dijun and said coldly, "Cease the fight!"

Thirty percent of their Wu clan members have already perished. Although the demon clan has suffered even greater losses, the Wu clan absolutely cannot sustain the fight if it continues. In terms of high-end combat power, the Wu clan naturally has the advantage. They can wear down Di Jun and the others, but even if they win, the Wu clan will probably have very few members left.

Taiyi roared repeatedly, and taking advantage of the moment when the other Ancestral Witches were distracted, he instantly transformed into his original form as a three-legged golden crow. It was as if a sun star had appeared on the battlefield. He grabbed the Chaos Bell and smashed it towards Zhurong.

Houtu's expression changed, and she pressed her hands down on the earth. Walls of earth, wrapped with the laws of earth, emerged, attempting to resist the Chaos Bell.

Seeing this, the other Ancestral Witches quickly helped Zhu Rong defend. Di Jun's eyes flashed, and the Hetu Luoshu flashed with divine light. The broken formation was restored, completely trapping Di Jiang and Ru Shou.

"The Divine Fire of Zhurong!"

A dragon-shaped divine fire roared out, carrying the will to burn everything, and collided with the Chaos Bell. A deafening explosion rang out. The attacks of the other Ancestral Witches hit Taiyi, sending him flying backward, even tearing a large hole in his chest. Zhurong was smashed away by the Chaos Bell, creating a crater tens of thousands of miles deep in the earth. He was on the verge of death.

"Second brother!" Di Jun cried out in anguish, and Di Jiang also rushed out of the formation and embraced the dying Zhu Rong.

The two leaders exchanged a glance, both seeing the coldness in each other's eyes, before their voices, filled with killing intent, echoed across the battlefield: "Withdraw!"

Upon hearing this, all the members of both tribes, except for some warriors who were severely affected by the baleful aura and had become completely bloodthirsty, stopped what they were doing.

One by one, the soldiers withdrew, the demon race returned to the Heavenly Court, and the witch race returned to the Pangu Temple. With the two races gone, only the desolate land remained in ruins.

Mountains and rivers were shattered, and ruins were everywhere. A cultivator in golden imperial robes appeared, sighed calmly, and was about to do something when a beam of yellow light rushed from the west.