Primordial Era: I, the Spiritual Stone Monkey, was born ahead of schedule to seize the throne.

Chapter 135 The Sword of Slaying the Witch is Drawn, Hou Yi Returns

Meng Po felt a surge of warmth upon being recognized by Di Jiang and other ancestral witches.

It took a while for him to calm down.

"Dear brothers and sisters!"

"I have entered the cycle of reincarnation and will no longer be able to leave the Netherworld. I can no longer help in the war between the Lich King and the Demon King. You must be careful."

Don't worry!

Gonggong said in a deep, muffled voice:

"Girl, you have left behind the essence blood of the Ancestral Witch. As long as Hou Yi or Xing Tian absorbs it, they will definitely become Ancestral Witches. At that time, the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation can also be formed, and destroying the demon race will be a piece of cake."

"Yes, don't worry about it!"

Seeing the confidence of the ancestral witches, Meng Po opened her mouth, but in the end, she said nothing.

Although she sensed that the fate of the witch clan might not be good when she reincarnated.

but,

Now there is the Netherworld Palace that she and Pingxin founded.

Regardless of the outcome of the Lich War, the Lich race can be guaranteed to survive.

"Since you're alright, we're relieved. With the great battle imminent, we'll head back now. We'll reunite as siblings after we've wiped out the demon race."

"Yes, brother, if the battle truly becomes unwinnable, we can retreat to the Netherworld."

Meng Po still couldn't shake off her worry and gave her a final word of advice.

"Don't worry, we've got the demon race wiped out. The witch race is the true overlord of this world."

Dijiang's eyes shone with confidence, and his whole body exuded an aura of dominance.

After saying this, he bid farewell to Meng Po and flew towards the Gate of Hell with the other ancestral witches.

The barrier between the underworld and the primordial world is too strong.

Di Jun just tried, and even with his mastery of spatial magic, he couldn't tear it open.

Therefore, the only option was to return to the primordial world from the gates of hell.

……

The primordial world

The Heavenly Court has thirty-three heavens.

The once majestic and radiant Lingxiao Palace was now eerily quiet, with howling winds and ghostly energy.

A tall, giant cauldron stands in the center of the hall.

Beside the cauldron, Fuxi was continuously sacrificing wave after wave of human souls into it.

Then it was swallowed up by a giant, pitch-black sword inside.

As a large number of human souls were devoured, the giant sword emitted an extremely dense, bloody, and resentful aura.

Until the essence of hundreds of billions of human souls were all refined into the giant sword.

"Whoosh!"

A surge of malevolent energy pierced through the Lingxiao Palace and shot into the endless void.

At the same time, a suffocating sense of oppression spread.

A cold wind howled.

The resentment, malevolence, and yin energy emanating from the sword sent a chill down everyone's spine.

However, Emperor Jun, Emperor Taiyi, and Fuxi showed expressions of excitement and joy.

The Witch-Slaying Sword is complete!

"Boom!"

Just then, dark clouds suddenly gathered above the Thirty-Three Heavens, and a huge cloud of tribulation covered the sky.

It was accompanied by deafening thunder.

Purple lightning dragons condensed within the clouds of calamity, constantly moving about.

The terrifying pressure made the air seem to freeze.

"This is... a tribulation of lightning!"

Di Jun's expression changed, and Donghuang Taiyi even summoned the Chaos Bell, preparing to disperse the lightning tribulation.

This witch-slaying sword must not be destroyed.

"Wait!"

At this moment, Fuxi quickly stopped Donghuang Taiyi, his expression solemn, and said:

"The appearance of this extraordinary treasure requires one to personally undergo a tribulation of lightning to unleash its power; otherwise, it is merely a sharp sword, incapable of harming the body of an Ancestral Witch."

Donghuang Taiyi was taken aback for a moment, then stopped what he was doing.

Their tense gazes were fixed on the Slaughtering Witch Sword, which had already floated into the air and landed beneath the tribulation clouds.

This is a divine weapon that is crucial to slaying the Ancestral Witch; it must not be lost!

"Buzz buzz buzz~"

At this moment, the blade of the Witch-Slaying Sword was trembling continuously.

Di Jun could sense that the sword seemed to have a spirit, and the trembling was not out of fear, but rather out of excitement.

"Boom!"

suddenly,

A thunder dragon roared and charged out from the tribulation clouds, slashing down fiercely at the Slaughtering Witch Sword below.

A tremendous thunderclap resounded throughout the heavens and the earth.

"Whoosh!"

As the lightning struck, the Witch-Slaying Sword seemed to be stimulated.

A terrifying sword intent suddenly erupted from the sword.

At the same time, it was accompanied by a strong aura of malevolence and resentment, with resentment soaring to the sky, seemingly threatening to pierce through the heavenly tribulation clouds.

"Whoosh!"

The Slaughtering Sword moved, directly and aggressively shooting towards the Thunder Dragon.

"boom!"

With a deafening roar, the Slaughtering Witch Sword remained completely undamaged, while the dragon-shaped lightning tribulation shattered instantly, turning into countless arcs of electricity.

Then it was swallowed by the sword and forged into the sword body.

At the same time, a mysterious and profound change appeared on the sword!

"good!"

Seeing that the Demon-Slaying Sword had directly shattered the tribulation lightning, Emperor Jun, Donghuang Taiyi, Fuxi, and the others immediately smiled.

But the calamity clouds seemed to be enraged.

Next,

One after another, bolts of lightning and tribulation clouds crashed down, seemingly intent on destroying the Witch-Slaying Sword.

however,

The Slaughtering Witch Sword seemed utterly fearless, unleashing powerful sword intent that countered each strike of lightning.

"Boom!"

The roar of the thunder dragon, the howling of sword intent, and the thunderous explosions caused the entire Thirty-Three Heavens to tremble.

finally,

After a deafening clap of thunder, the calamity clouds dissipated, and the Slaughtering Witch Sword stood majestically in the air, like the king of swords.

The tribulation of lightning has passed!

The Witch-Slaying Sword has been officially born!

"Whoosh!"

Di Jun's eyes lit up, and he flashed to the side of the Slaughtering Witch Sword, grabbed it, and gently stroked the blade.

Feel the unparalleled sharpness and powerful force of the sword.

A fierce and intense resentment and ruthlessness flashed in Di Jun's eyes:

"Hou Yi, you killed my nine sons. I will slaughter your entire witch clan to comfort the spirit of my son in heaven."

At this moment, Di Jun was unaware of the manic expression on his face.

He has been blinded by hatred.

Even within his primordial spirit, calamity energy began to emerge.

In fact, it wasn't just Di Jun.

Those nearby, such as Donghuang Taiyi Fuxi, and all the demons of the Demon Court, had already been possessed by the calamity energy.

If Qi Tian were here, he would also find that all the demons were enveloped by an endless, invisible karmic force.

This is the immense karma generated by the demon race's slaughter of hundreds of billions of humans.

Not only the demon race itself,

Above the Heavenly Court, a vast and terrifying karmic force has enveloped the entire Heavenly Court's fortune.

The fortune of the Demon Court is being eroded at a visible rate.

However, the people of the Demon Court could not see this scene at all.

Their eyes and minds have been blinded by greed and business acumen.

At this moment, there was only boundless hatred and resentment, and an endless desire to become the overlord of heaven and earth.

……

Witch Clan

Houtu tribe, night.

The moon hangs high in the sky.

Strands of starlight continuously shone down, draping the primordial world in a layer of silvery radiance.

"Whoosh!"

Suddenly, a burly figure strode towards the Houtu tribe from afar.

Each step is millions of feet long, as if shrinking the earth to an inch.

They soon arrived in front of the Houtu tribe.

Looking at the peaceful tribe, Hou Yi's eyes were filled with joy and longing.

Since he shot down nine little golden crows last time, he has been summoned by the ancestral witches to guard the Pangu Temple.

It has been hundreds of years since then.

He misses his wife Chang'e very much.

But the Ancestral Witches had previously forbidden him from returning home, fearing that the Demon Emperor Jun or Donghuang Taiyi might suddenly attack him.

This time, Houtu, the ancestral witch, was reborn after reincarnation and went to the underworld.

Hou Yi figured the ancestral witches probably wouldn't return so quickly.

Moreover, the final battle against the Lich is approaching.

Therefore,

Longing for home, he sought out his good friend Xing Tian to help guard the Pangu Temple for a period of time, while he himself rushed back to the Houtu tribe overnight.

(End of this chapter)