Primordial Era: Reborn as a Tortoise, with Unparalleled Comprehension

Chapter 94 The Lich War, Di Jun Disappears

boom!

In an instant.

Warfare broke out across the vast and desolate land.

Strangely, the vast majority of primordial creatures remained unmoved in the face of this anomaly.

Everyone is waiting for the return of the Three Saints of Kunlun to give them an answer.

Upon seeing this, Di Jun was excited.

"Exterminate the Witch Clan! Kill!!"

The path of the mind is truly a blessing from heaven for my demon race.

The demon race, which had been silent for a long time, reappeared on the primordial land, covering the sky and numbering innumerable numbers.

This time, Di Jun and Tai Yi risked everything, all for the sake of unifying the primordial land.

Before the Dao Ancestor Guixuan, I will strive to attain the last Saintly position in the world!

The three demon emperors were in front, and the ten demon saints were behind.

Even the demon master Kunpeng appeared in the Heavenly Court this time; it's unknown how Dijun managed to summon him.

However, judging from Kunpeng's gloomy expression, it certainly wasn't anything good.

Behind them stood countless demon gods and great demons, their gazes coldly fixed on the eastern part of the prehistoric world, the territory of the Wu tribe.

The demon race from the North Sea had already assembled, forming their own groups as troops, and appeared at the border between the witch and demon races.

A murderous intent pervades the air, while a fighting spirit lurks within!

High above the heavens, Di Jun coldly addressed the demon saints and demon gods behind him, "Today, our demon race has no way out. Only by fighting to the death can we be reborn from destruction!"

"Heaven is determined to destroy my Heavenly Court. Only by becoming a saint can my demon race be pulled from the endless abyss to a new life!"

The demon race remained silent.

Emperor Jun's plan had already been revealed to these demon saints and demon gods before the great battle!

It's better if they don't know, because once they do, they all feel a deep sense of fear.

He plotted against all the sages of the primordial world.

This is utterly audacious! It's defying the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches!

When the secrets of heaven become clear and the primordial sages are enraged, the demon race will definitely become the target of all the sages' extermination.

Even the saint Nuwa would abandon them, showing no regard for the demon race.

If we want to break this deadlock, as the Demon Emperor Jun said, the demon race must unify the prehistoric world and help the Demon Emperor Jun become a saint, then there is only a glimmer of hope!

This is a blatant, overt conspiracy.

It is no longer possible for demon saints and demon gods to leave the demon race.

Above the Heavenly Wedding, the Demon-Summoning Banner, a congratulatory gift from Dao Ancestor Guixuan, had been completely refined by Dijun, using the luck of the demon race.

All the true spirits of the demon race were incorporated into the Demon-Summoning Banner and obeyed the Demon Emperor's summons.

Even the demon master Kunpeng, who had disappeared for a long time, was dragged into it.

This shows how terrifying the demon-summoning banner is.

With no other choice, billions of demons made a desperate gamble to pave the way to sainthood for the Demon Emperor!

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The roar came from the heavens and reached the Wu tribe.

The eleven ancestral witches, leading hundreds of millions of witch clans, stood on the earth, their bodies surging with malevolent energy.

Di Jiang's voice was icy as he looked at the arrogant Di Jun, "You mongrel! The ten thousand yuan membership fee hasn't expired yet, and you're already in such a hurry to die?"

"Aren't you afraid that one of those in Zixiao Palace might wipe you all out?!"

Di Jun's eyes flashed with a cold light. "Don't try to intimidate me with others. Once I unify the primordial world, I will naturally apologize!"

"Your witch clan has repeatedly invaded my demon clan, killing countless demons. Today is the day of your complete demise!"

"Gah!!"

As they were speaking, a strange bird call echoed across the desolate land.

Di Jun and Tai Yi, the two three-legged golden crows, were the first to make their move, transforming into their true golden crow forms.

The sun was activated, and in an instant, three suns appeared in the sky, spreading a scorching power across the primordial land.

Unlike Emperor Jun's son, there were ten little golden crows.

As Quasi-Saints, Di Jun and Tai Yi possessed Solar True Fire that was far superior to that of the ten Little Golden Crows.

In the instant the three suns appeared in the sky, their true fire scorched the primordial earth, burning countless lives.

The first to be affected were the Wu tribe.

Flames raged around the ancestral shaman Zhurong, and behind him, the great shamans of the Zhurong tribe formed a strange battle formation, creating a fiery barrier in the void.

The moment the flame barrier appeared, all the true fire of the sun was devoured and transformed into an attack.

They turned back and charged towards the demon army.

This is a battle formation that the Twelve Ancestral Witches created for the Witch Clan after finding the Three Ancestors of Humanity following the Great Calamity of Humanity.

Even if the Wu Clan does not have a primordial spirit, they can still rely on their physical strength and combine it with battle formations to draw upon the innate spiritual energy of the primordial world for their own use.

The Wu tribe was remembered for secretly sending Wu people to participate in the battle during the great calamity of the human race.

The three ancestors of the human race readily agreed.

Di Jun's expression changed. He hadn't expected the Wu Clan to have a human battle formation.

At that moment, a murderous intent surged within him, and the shame he had suffered at the hands of the human race filled his heart.

"Gah!"

Another strange cry rang out.

Di Jun opened his beak and swallowed all the returning true fire of the sun.

Before he could make a move...

The Wu tribe below suddenly underwent changes.

A sharp arrow suddenly appeared and shot towards Di Jun.

This is an arrow shot by Yi, the great shaman of the Houtu tribe.

Yi was the most famous archer of the Wu tribe, wielding a bow and arrow made of innate spiritual treasure, and was invincible!

"I've always been curious why the bow and arrow I hold are called 'Sun-Shooting Arrow,' and today I finally know!"

Yi's expression was serious as he shot an arrow with all his might!

The Sun-Shooting Arrow pierced through layers of void and arrived before Emperor Jun in less than a breath.

Di Jun felt a chill run down his spine, as if the arrow before him was his nemesis.

Donghuang Taiyi's expression changed drastically as he also sensed the threat posed by the Sun-Shooting Arrow.

"Brother, be careful!"

Di Jun roared.

clang!

The Eastern Emperor Bell rang softly, and space seemed to freeze.

The arrow that shot down the sun paused for a moment, then flew towards Emperor Jun again.

In that brief moment of respite, Di Jun suddenly dodged the fatal blow by sidestepping, but his wings were pierced by the Sun-Shooting Arrow, and scorching golden blood fell from the void to the ground, forming a volcano stretching for thousands of miles.

"The Witch Clan is courting death!"

Di Jun transformed into an innate Dao body, and a deep, bone-revealing wound appeared on his left arm, from which hot golden blood dripped rapidly.

"kill!"

"Exterminate the Witch Clan!"

An angry roar came from Di Jun's mouth.

They originally planned to rely on surprise to destroy a portion of the witch clan's power, thus giving the demon clan a head start.

Unexpectedly, the Wu tribe had already made preparations.

With things having come to this point, Di Jun stopped wasting words and directly ordered a general offensive!

The overwhelming demon race, like locusts, fell from the heavens to the primordial land.

The demon race in the northern part of the prehistoric world followed suit and made their move.

At this moment, the immense primordial energy of the void reached its peak.

The entire primordial world was in utter chaos. Even Gui Xuan, who was watching the war between the Lich King and the Demon King in the North Sea, could not predict the outcome of this battle on the primordial land.

"Completely disrupt the heavenly order, and use the primordial obsessions of countless saints to propagate the Dao, thereby coercing the sages to transform the primordial trend."

"Di Jun, what exactly did your Hetu and Luoshu tell you?"

This is a well-prepared strategy, a desperate measure to survive.

The situation has been decided; there is no turning back.

It seems that Di Jun has been pushed to the limit.

The Hetu and Luoshu are spiritual treasures of the deduction type, and their ability to predict heavenly secrets is among the most advanced in the prehistoric world.

For countless years, Emperor Jun, holding the Hetu and Luoshu, comprehended the Hunyuan Heluo Great Array, the great array protecting the clan, and safeguarded the Heavenly Court.

As a quasi-saint who was about to reach the pinnacle of his realm, it was impossible for Di Jun, who possessed such a spiritual treasure, not to have seen something within it.

Gui Xuan sat cross-legged on Fangzhang Immortal Island.

The four sages stood on either side, quietly watching the battle between the ancestral witches.

The Ancestral Witch Houtu felt a pang of pity. Although the Dao Ancestor Guixuan had already made arrangements for the Witch Clan, the Witch Clan members in the battle were all their own sons and daughters.

On the battlefield, the two races clashed in a fierce and chaotic battle.

The Witch Clan has battle formations, and the Demon Clan has formations!

Clashing swords and iron horses, a fierce aura rising.

This is yet another instance of damage inflicted on the primordial world by all living beings since the struggle for supremacy among the three races and the conflict between the Dao and the Demonic Path.

The pillar of heaven collapsed, and the innate became the acquired.

From then on, it was extremely difficult for the billions of living beings in the prehistoric world to advance as easily as they do now, below the level of Quasi-Saint!

Demon Emperor, Eastern Emperor, Xi Emperor.

The three emperors of the demon race fought against eleven ancestral witches, far from the ground battlefield.

Di Jun, wielding the Hetu and Luoshu, confronted the four ancestral witches: Di Jiang, Zhu Jiuyin, Zhu Rong, and Ju Mang.

Taiyi, with the Eastern Emperor Bell atop his head, fought alone against four ancestral witches: Shebishi, Gonggong, Xuanming, and Xizi.

Holding his companion spiritual treasure, the Fuxi Qin, Fuxi faced the remaining three ancestral witches: Qiangliang, Rushou, and Tianwu.

High above the nine heavens, fourteen quasi-saint level experts clashed, their innate spiritual energy surging and the power of laws manifesting.

The three emperors of the demon race evolved mountains and rivers, bells rang throughout the primordial world, and the sound of zithers transformed into weapons.

Various attacks flew towards the eleven Ancestral Witches.

The ancestral witches Dijiang and Zhujiuyin, their laws of time and space intertwined, formed a temporal storm that destroyed mountains and rivers in the world.

Zhu Rong, the ancestral witch of fire, and Ju Mang, the ancestral witch of wood, combined the laws of fire and wood, using the attack of wood generating fire to create a giant fire-wood dragon that roared away.

At their level, combat emphasizes the use of spiritual treasures, one's own understanding of the laws, and one's comprehension of the rules of heaven and earth.

With immense strength, one can launch a brick with such power that even an ordinary brick can shatter space and alter the very fabric of the world.

The battle between quasi-saints was earth-shattering, raising the level of brutality on the battlefield to another level.

Without the stories of Kuafu chasing the sun and shooting down the golden crow, the fighting power of the Wu tribe not only did not decrease, but actually increased significantly.

With careful preparation, and the addition of human battle formations.

The demon race soon suffered a great loss.

The great shaman Yi wielded the Sun-Shooting Bow, shooting down demons from afar. With each arrow, thousands upon thousands of demon gods perished, not to mention countless other great demons.

What angered the demon gods even more was that nearly ten thousand large and small witches surrounded Yi, protecting his safety at all times.

The great witches of the witch clan, such as Kuafu, Xingtian, and Jiufeng, were not at all at a disadvantage when facing the ten great demon saints of the demon clan.

After all, the Witch Clan is not a newly emerging race like the Human Clan.

They are one of the two great races of the primordial world, alongside the demon race, with profound heritage that is incomparable to that of the human race.

The battle quickly escalated into a fierce contest from the very beginning.

In the void, Di Jun sensed something and began to feel anxious.

Time is running out for him.

The six sages of the Xuanmen Sect have gone to the Chaos Purple Cloud Palace and may return at any time.

He used the power of the mind to manipulate the sacred beings of the primordial world and disrupt the secrets of the primordial heavens.

As time goes by, the control over the mind will be affected by the war between the two races.

When the heavenly secrets are revealed, all his schemes will be exposed to the eyes of the primordial sages.

If he hasn't become a saint by then, it will be his death day!

Under the influence of the immense calamity, Di Jun grew increasingly anxious.

Even the battle with the Ancestral Witch was somewhat affected, and he was almost hit by Dijiang's spatial laws.

Dijiang's eyes flashed. "How arrogant! You dare to be distracted while fighting us, you scruffy bird, you really underestimate us!"

As Dijiang roared, the primordial void began to collapse.

Dijiang transformed into his true form, which was like a yellow sac, red as cinnabar fire, with six feet and four wings, and was a chaotic entity without a face.

With its six legs and four wings fluttering, the spatial blade pierced through the endless collapsing space and reached Di Jun.

At this moment, Di Jun finally came to his senses and watched helplessly as the spatial blade pierced through his body.

Next comes the time law of Zhu Jiuyin.

The world of evolution and time has drawn Di Jun into it.

In the blink of an eye, Di Jun's figure disappeared from the prehistoric world.

In the fraction of a second that Di Jun disappeared, Di Jiang and Zhu Jiuyin on the battlefield seemed to hear a rustling sound.

It disappeared quickly, as if it were an illusion.

Taiyi, who was in the midst of a fierce battle, sensed something and his expression changed drastically.

"Brother!"

(End of this chapter)