Primordial Era: Refusing Hongjun's path to sainthood, I attained the Dao of Hunyuan.

Chapter 143 The Witch-Slaying Sword

Back in the Thirty-Three Heavens, Emperor Jun gave the little golden crow a severe scolding, which was eventually snatched away by the Demon Queen and protected behind her.

Di Jun then stopped and sighed deeply. Now that things had come to this, the demon race's fortune had been greatly damaged, and there was nothing he could do about it.

Originally, relying on the flourishing fortune of the demon race, he could have tried to break through to the Hunyuan realm, although it was still a slim chance, but there was still a sliver of hope.

However, now, ten suns have appeared out of nowhere, wreaking havoc on the primordial world and creating endless karma, which has greatly damaged the fortune of the demon race.

He had no other choice.

With Di Jun's wisdom, he also knew that the ten little golden crows had been imprisoned in Tang Valley and so many restrictions had been set up, yet nothing had happened all these years.

How could they possibly escape by chance? There must be a sage plotting behind this.

The saints are pressuring him, leaving him with only one path: a decisive battle against the witch clan.

Furthermore, although the ten little golden crows had caused a great disaster, they were still his own flesh and blood, and the only one left of his own flesh and blood.

Di Jun felt sorry for him and couldn't bear to punish him, so he just gave him a scolding. At this moment, all he could think about was how to suppress the impact of this matter.

They also prepared their troops and horses for a major battle.

The saints forced him to take this last path, but it might not necessarily be a dead end. Di Jun thought of the witch-slaying sword he was forging.

There is also the Zhou Tian Star Array.

Feeling somewhat relieved, he gently comforted the little golden crow and said to Xihe, "Little Ten has caused such a great disaster; he can no longer remain in the Heavenly Court."

"You and your son can spend some more time together. When I return, I will send Xiao Shi to the Nuwa Palace so that Nuwa can take care of him."

"We'll bring him back after this great calamity is over."

Upon hearing this, Xihe's heart trembled. She glanced at the little golden crow, but managed to hold back her tears and nodded.

"Ugh."

Di Jun sighed again and went out to discuss matters with the demons.

On the primordial land, not long after Di Jun and Tai Yi left, the eleven ancestral witches who heard the sound of the Chaos Bell arrived late at the scene.

The Time God Zhujiuyin used his divine powers to rewind time and saw the scene of Dijun and Taiyi killing Da Yi.

The ancestral witches were all furious.

Then, news came that Kuafu had also been besieged and killed by the Golden Crows, which made the Ancestral Witches even more heartbroken.

It's important to know that Kuafu and Da Yi were both top-tier shamans, and now both of them have died.

Furthermore, both Kuafu and Da Yi were high-ranking shamans of the Houtu tribe.

Originally, Houtu was reincarnated, and the Houtu tribe relied on Yi and Kuafu to maintain their power. Now, both of the great shamans are dead.

The Houtu tribe suddenly lost its powerful leader.

"What on earth happened? How could Kuafu be surrounded and killed by ten little beasts?" Zhurong, the ancestral shaman of fire, said with lingering anger.

Zhu Jiuyin said, "It's hard to say. The demon race is also having a hard time this time. The Ten Golden Crows caused a great disaster, burning so many living beings to death. I see that the demon race's fortune seems to have become unstable and much weaker than before."

"That's true. Da Yi was quite good. He killed nine of Di Jun's sons. Unfortunately, we discovered it too late and couldn't arrive in time, which led to Da Yi's demise." Upon hearing Zhu Jiuyin's words, Di Jiang couldn't help but look up at the Thirty-Three Heavens.

Their witch clan also possesses various strange and unusual witchcraft and magic, which can be used to spy on the fate of the demon race.

However, after watching for a while, before they could see much clearly, the ancestral witches suddenly felt a blur before their eyes and could not see anything at all.

Zhu Jiuyin sneered, "It seems the demon race is indeed having a tough time right now. It must have been Di Jun or Fuxi who made the move just now, shielding us from their detection."

"Um."

Dijiang nodded and said, "But what should we do now? Kuafu and Da Yi were originally the best choices, but should we replace them with other great shamans?"

Zhu Jiuyin thought for a moment, then shook his head and said, "There's nothing we can do but leave it at that. But this makes me wonder if our plan has already been discovered by those sages, which is why Kuafu and Da Yi died by such coincidence."

"Your suspicions are very likely correct. In that case, we need to be even more careful. Let's go to the Houtu tribe, find a suitable Great Shaman, bring him back to the Pangu Palace, and have him personally oversee the process of refining Houtu's essence blood for us. Let's see if we can create another Ancestral Shaman," Dijiang added.

It turns out that when the eleven Ancestral Witches entered the Netherworld, Houtu gave them a few drops of Ancestral Witch essence blood. Combined with some secret techniques of the Witch Clan, it was possible to create another Ancestral Witch.

Although this new Ancestral Witch may be somewhat weaker, she can still barely form the Great Array of Heavenly Gods and Demons to summon the true form of Pangu.

However, the ancestral witches did not expect that before they could even begin their plan, Kuafu and Da Yi, who were originally chosen to participate, would die first.

This forced them to choose a slightly weaker shaman from the Houtu tribe.

Upon arriving at the Houtu tribe, the ancestral shamans found a high-ranking shaman who was somewhat satisfactory and then returned to the Pangu Temple.

The preparations were almost complete, and it was time to let the great shaman try to absorb the essence blood of the ancestral shaman.

Meanwhile, the Witch Clan was attempting to create a new Ancestral Witch, and on the Thirty-Three Heavens, after discussions, the Demon Clan also accelerated the forging of the Witch-Slaying Sword.

And so, time passed peacefully, and the ten-yuan-hui prohibition set by Hongjun drew ever closer.

On this day, somewhere in the Thirty-Three Heavens, suddenly, a terrifying aura soared into the sky.

There seemed to be a hint of sharpness mixed in with it.

However, it was quickly suppressed. Di Jun held a sword in his hand and laughed heartily.

In his hand was the Slaughtering Sword, forged from the blood and souls of ninety percent of the human race.

This witch-slaying sword is extremely vicious, with endless malevolent energy and resentment swirling around its blade, making it terrifying at first glance.

Di Jun held the sword in his hand, feeling its power, and nodded in satisfaction.

Then he looked at the dozen or so great shamans who had been brought here. These were all great shamans who had been captured by the demon race during the previous great battle with the shaman race.

Imprisoned in the Heavenly Court, they were tortured daily with all sorts of vicious sorcery and magic, making these great witches wish they were dead.

And now, these great shamans are about to see their final value.

Emperor Jun wanted to use them to test his sword.

Arriving before a great shaman, who was still roaring and had mad eyes, Di Jun tried to pounce on him, but Di Jun paid no attention and swung his shaman-slaying sword.

Before the great shaman could even reach Di Jun, he abruptly stopped, the shaman-slaying sword already piercing his body.

Moreover, this sword is bloodthirsty; once it pierces the great shaman's body, it frantically sucks blood.

In just a moment, the great shaman was sucked into a dried corpse. With a gentle flick of Di Jun's wrist, the dried corpse exploded into powder with a bang.

"A fine sword, a fine sword."

Di Jun looked at the sword in his hand, his heart filled with even more joy. The moment the Slaughtering Witch Sword pierced into the body of that great witch, he felt that the Slaughtering Witch Sword was very sharp.

It was as easy as tearing through a piece of paper; the great shaman's powerful body posed absolutely no resistance to the sword.

This demonstrates the sharpness of the Witch-Slaying Sword.

Then, Di Jun continued his attacks, killing more than a dozen great shamans one after another. Some of the weaker shamans were even cut in two with a single sword strike.

Holding the Slaughtering Witch Sword, which had already drunk its fill of the Great Witch's blood, Di Jun finally smiled with satisfaction.

He refused to believe that with the Witch-Slaying Sword and the Zhou Tian Star Array, he couldn't defeat the Witch Clan.

(End of this chapter)