In this primordial world, this Hongyun is too cowardly!

Chapter 16: The Beginning of the Lich War!

For powerful figures like Chen Ye and Zhen Yuanzi who have already reached the quasi-saint realm.

These ordinary innate spiritual objects are already unlikely to be of much help to them.

Even fruits with top-tier innate spiritual roots, such as ginseng fruit and five-needle pine nuts, are not of much help to them.

Thinking about this...

Chen Ye immediately took action. There were still many innate grapes on these innate grapevines, and it shouldn't be a problem to use these innate grapes to make a few bottles of wine.

Soon, only five or six bunches of grapes remained on the entire vine; the rest were used by Chen Ye to make wine.

"I wonder what a wine aged for 18,000 years would taste like!"

Looking at the innate gourd in his hand, Chen Ye looked somewhat excited.

This is something I never got to enjoy in my previous life!

Immediately, Chen Ye entered seclusion, completely satisfied.

Time has passed, and three thousand years have gone by.

In these three thousand years, it wasn't just Zhen Yuanzi who successfully broke through to the Quasi-Saint realm.

Other innate gods and demons also broke through one after another. People like the Three Pure Ones, Styx, Di Jun, Donghuang Taiyi, Fuxi, and Nuwa all used innate spiritual treasures to sever their good corpses and achieve the quasi-saint realm.

At this moment, Chen Ye and Zhen Yuanzi had just emerged from seclusion.

Sitting directly opposite in the Taoist temple, with two young Taoist boys beside him, were Qingfeng and Mingyue.

"Haha! My old friend Zhen Yuanzi, you've finally broken through to Quasi-Saint and truly joined the ranks of the strongest beings in this world!"

Looking at Zhen Yuanzi in front of him, Chen Ye waved his hand slightly and took out his three-thousand-year-old innate wine.

Chen Ye poured four glasses of wine, and the moment the wine was poured, Zhen Yuanzi sensed its extraordinary quality.

"This actually contains the essence of my ginseng fruit, and the aura of your five-needle pine, fellow Daoist?"

Before even tasting it, Zhen Yuanzi could already smell its aroma.

Chen Ye smiled slightly at this: "Fellow Daoist indeed has good taste."

"My wine is made primarily from innate grapes, blended with several kinds of top-grade innate spiritual fruits, and brewed over three thousand years."

"Qingfeng, Mingyue, you two should try it too!"

The two little ones, Qingfeng and Mingyue, were beaming with excitement and immediately cupped their hands in thanks, saying, "Thank you, Ancestor Hongyun!"

He then quickly drank the wine.

The moment the wine appeared, they were already craving it, so when Chen Ye spoke up, they naturally didn't refuse.

"Uh~~!"

"Good wine...good wine..."

The moment Qingfeng and Mingyue swallowed the wine, they felt dizzy and their faces turned bright red, like monkey bottoms.

After spinning around in place a few times, he simply collapsed and fell fast asleep.

"These two are truly fortunate to have you, my old friend, provide them with this opportunity!"

"In my opinion, your wine is more than just a simple product!"

Looking at Qingfeng and Mingyue, who were drunk and lying on the ground, Zhen Yuanzi shook his head and said.

"Haha, it's just ordinary wine, there's no special connection involved!"

Chen Ye simply laughed it off.

Zhen Yuanzi didn't believe it at all.

He could sense a trace of profound power within the wine, combined with several top-grade innate spiritual fruits.

By the time Qingfeng and Mingyue awaken, their foundations will likely have been thoroughly solidified.

Their potential in the future could probably reach the level of a Great Immortal.

This is an incredible opportunity for these two little creatures who are transformed from grass spirits!

Chen Ye didn't say much about it, but instead clinked glasses with Zhen Yuanzi and drank the wine.

"I originally intended to brew this wine for 18,000 years, but I didn't expect my old friend to stabilize his cultivation so quickly. It does lack a bit of concentration!"

After tasting the wine, Chen Ye couldn't help but sigh.

"My old friend, you really are..."

Hearing Chen Ye's words, Zhen Yuanzi was truly at a loss for words, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

I never expected that my old friend would have such leisure time.

"My old friend, the primordial world is unlikely to be peaceful this time!"

After a moment, Zhen Yuanzi spoke to Chen Ye, saying, "Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi established the Demon Court, and even Fuxi and Nuwa joined in."

"In the Heavenly Realm, there are countless powerful demons who are constantly improving their strength."

"In the vast wilderness, the twelve tribes of the Twelve Ancestral Witches were even more infamous."

"They even feed on demons. If this continues, a terrible war will obviously break out between the witch and demon races."

A flawless version after careful inspection!

"Over in the East Sea, the Eastern King Duke has established the Palace of Ten Thousand Immortals, intending to unify the primordial world."

"These three major forces have a tremendous impact on the overall situation of the primordial world!"

Hearing Zhen Yuanzi's words, Chen Ye nodded slightly.

After a moment of silence, he said, "The demon race, the witch race, and the Myriad Immortals Palace are the three strongest forces in the entire prehistoric world."

"Even we innate gods and demons must temporarily avoid his limelight."

"Therefore, it's best not to go out during this period of time, Fellow Daoist Hongyun."

"You just need to stay in seclusion at Wuzhuang Temple until the Daoist Master begins his sermon, and that will be fine."

Upon hearing Chen Ye's words, Zhen Yuanzi nodded slightly.

Even if Chen Ye hadn't said anything, he would have done it anyway; the situation in the prehistoric world was irrelevant to him.

Not long after, Chen Ye and Zhen Yuanzi went into seclusion again.

During the time the two were in seclusion, the entire prehistoric world was in turmoil.

First, the strength of the demon race and the witch race is growing stronger, and the friction between the two races is becoming more and more serious.

Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi were especially furious about the fact that the Wu tribe fed on the demons.

However, because the number of the Twelve Ancestral Witches was large, while their demon race only had four innate gods and demons.

If they fight head-on, they will obviously be at a disadvantage.

At this moment, in the Heavenly Court, Emperor Jun, Donghuang Taiyi, Fuxi, and Nuwa sat high on the main hall, their faces clearly somewhat gloomy.

"Brother, the Witch Clan has gone too far. I suggest we fight them head-on."

"A bunch of uncivilized barbarians who don't cultivate their primordial spirit—with the divine power of my innate treasure, the Chaos Bell, I will surely wipe them all out!"

At this moment, Donghuang Taiyi was in high spirits.

Holding the Chaos Bell, he had now broken through to the Quasi-Saint realm, and his strength was many times greater than when he was a Great Luo Golden Immortal.

Even his elder brother, Di Jun, was no match for him at this moment.

Upon hearing this, Di Jun looked at his second brother, Donghuang Taiyi, and felt much more relaxed. He then turned directly to Fuxi and Nuwa and said:

"What did Xi Huang and Nuwa say?!"

Upon hearing this, Fuxi and Nuwa exchanged a glance and simultaneously said, "Everything shall be in accordance with the Demon Emperor's orders!"

"good!"

Upon hearing this, Di Jun's expression changed instantly, and a terrifying aura emanating from him shook the entire Thirty-Three Heavens Realm.

"The Witch Clan is our great enemy if they are not destroyed."

"Give the order to gather a million heavenly soldiers and prepare for a decisive battle against the Witch Clan!"

(End of this chapter)