Primordial Era: Reborn as Kunpeng, starting by swallowing the Styx River

Chapter 70 Yi Shoots Down the Nine Suns

Deep in the wilderness, the peach blossoms stretch for miles, pristine and clear.

Within the newly opened peach grove, there was not only the resentment and sorrow of Kuafu's fall, but also a chilling, extreme killing intent.

"Fellow Daoist Kuafu, you should go ahead first. I will send these wicked creatures to the underworld to be buried with you!"

As a deep, mountain-like voice resounded, ripples spread through the space. A burly man, bare-chested and carrying a bronze quiver, strode out with steady steps. With each step he took, a thick layer of frost rose from the ground beneath his feet, forcefully stabilizing a cool and refreshing area within a vast expanse of scorching heat.

The Great Wizard, Hou Yi!

He looked down at the peachwood staff that was still trembling slightly, his eyes filled with sorrow. It was the last possession of his closest friend, while the murderer was now dancing wildly in the sky like a horde of demons, emitting ear-piercing laughter.

"Look, another big guy is coming!"

"This one's more handsome than that Kuafu; it'll definitely taste great roasted!"

The ten little golden crows were still unaware of the impending disaster. They chased and frolicked in the clouds, and even deliberately swooped down, spewing down a sky full of blazing fire, trying to burn the newcomer to the witch clan to ashes.

"You wicked creature! Prepare to die!"

Hou Yi was furious, his hair standing on end, his eyes filled with a cold, deathly resolve. He suddenly pulled out an ancient, divine bow from the animal skin pouch on his back. The bow was a deep blue color and exuded a desolate, murderous aura.

The Divine Bow That Shoots the Sun!

This bow was forged by the twelve ancestral witches, including Dijiang, Zhurong, and Gonggong, who sensed the threat of the Golden Crow and worked together to gather ten-thousand-year-old icy iron from the edge of the Netherworld, fusing it with the essence of their blood and malevolent energy. This bow does not shoot birds or beasts; it is specifically designed to counter the golden bodies of demons. Every arrow contains extreme chill and killing intent!

Hou Yi stood atop a scorched mountain, his feet rooted into the rocks like ancient tree roots. He took a deep breath, his muscles taut like coiled dragons, and with a creaking sound that made his teeth ache, he drew his divine bow to its full extent, a bow powerful enough to shatter the void.

An arrow, gleaming with a chilling white light, was steadily nocked on the bowstring.

In that instant, heaven and earth stood still.

The ten little golden crows, who were originally noisy, suddenly felt a chill in their primordial spirits, as if they were being stared at by some prehistoric beast from the abyss.

"middle!"

Hou Yi let out a sharp shout.

"Whoosh—!!!"

The arrow pierced the clouds, but instead of transforming into flames, it stirred up the laws of ice across billions of miles, transforming into a ferocious, roaring white frost dragon. It tore through the crimson sky, instantly draining all heat from its path.

The Great Golden Crow couldn't even utter a scream. Its royal golden body, which could withstand the full force of a Great Luo Golden Immortal's attack, was as fragile as paper in front of this arrow.

"Pfft!"

The sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh.

The icy chill instantly shattered the Golden Crow's vital energy, extinguishing the sun's essence within it.

"boom!!!"

A massive crimson fireball fell from the clouds, its golden divine blood scattering across the sky like a desolate rain of fire.

"Big brother!!!"

The remaining nine golden crows scattered with cries of alarm, their arrogance instantly replaced by fear. They had never imagined that someone could kill them with a single arrow on this primordial land.

However, death's harvest has only just begun.

"The second arrow!"

Hou Yi's movements were as fluid as flowing water as he drew his bow and nocked an arrow once more.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

The arrows flew like meteors, carrying the supernatural power to track true spirits. No matter how these golden crows used their rainbow transformation technique, they could not escape the lock-on of those cold arrow beams.

Two golden crows, three golden crows, four golden crows —

Fireworks named "Sun" exploded in the sky. A rain of fire fell from the heavens, and cries of agony echoed across the land. The once arrogant and domineering prince was now a lamb to the slaughter.

At the very moment the nine golden crows fell.

The causal shield, deliberately set up by the Quasi-Saints and capable of obscuring their spiritual awareness, finally shattered completely amidst the continuous fall of the Imperial Bloodline.

The Thirty-Third Heaven, the Lingxiao Palace.

Di Jun and Tai Yi, who were originally deducing the formation with their eyes closed, turned pale at the same time and spat out a mouthful of golden primordial blood.

"My son!!!"

Di Jun's eyes widened in horror, and he let out a mournful cry as heart-wrenching as a cuckoo's lament. He could clearly feel that the close blood connection between himself and his child had severed nine strands in an instant!

That was the pain of a broken heart, and even more so, the sorrow that shook the very foundations of our being!

"Who! Who dares to kill my child?!"

Donghuang Taiyi flew into a rage, his body erupting with uncontrollable true solar fire, melting the white jade pillars of the entire Lingxiao Palace into lava.

"The Witch Clan! Hou Yi! I'll make you pay with your life!!!"

Two emperor-like figures fell to earth like meteors, rushing madly into the depths of the desolate wilderness, where danger lurked.

Above the vast wilderness, the enormous corpses of nine golden crows are plummeting at breakneck speed.

These nine corpses were no ordinary beings. They were all at the early stage of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm, and the true source of the solar fire within their bodies had completely gone out of control before their deaths, each one resembling an unstable sun.

If they were allowed to fall onto the primordial land, the surrounding area of ​​hundreds of millions of miles would be completely transformed into a permanent sea of ​​fire, and even the earth's veins would be burned through, causing boundless slaughter.

The imperial destiny and pure yang energy contained within these corpses are treasures that even quasi-saints would covet.

Just as the corpses were about to hit the ground, at the critical moment...

"Buzz"

A huge crack silently appeared in the void.

There was no earth-shattering event as expected, only an extreme stillness.

A dark blue-green phantom of a divine hand emerged from the gap and simply waved it.

"Thirty-six Heavens, devour!"

Deep within the Northern Sea, Kunpeng sat atop a cloud platform, his gaze as unfathomable as an abyss. He had been waiting for this moment for a very long time.

Thirty-six phantom worlds emerged from the crack, overlapping to form an invisible yet omnipresent gaping maw. At that moment, space itself underwent a bizarre folding and collapse.

The nine enormous golden crow corpses that were falling, along with the golden divine blood that was splashing everywhere and the aftershocks of the sun's true fire that was enough to burn the world, were forcibly pulled in by an irresistible suction force in that instant.

A whale sucks in water!

The nine blazing suns vanished into the dark void rift right before everyone's eyes.

Kunpeng is both rigging the deal and putting out a fire.

By taking away the Golden Crow's corpse, he was able to replenish the origin of the Yang attribute world among the Thirty-Six Heavens. Furthermore, because he wiped away the fire on the earth, the Heavenly Dao would not only not punish him, but would also grant him a small merit of "eliminating the calamity".

After doing all this, the crack closed instantly, leaving not even a trace of Kunpeng's aura.

"Hmm? Where's the Golden Crow's corpse?"

Hou Yi, who was about to continue drawing his bow, was also stunned. But at this moment, he was blinded by the evil aura and could not care about anything else. His eyes were fixed on the last golden crow, Lu Ya, who was curled up in fear and trembling wildly.

"The last one, die!"

Hou Yi let out a final roar, pouring all his energy and spirit into the tenth arrow.

This arrow will surely kill!

Lu Ya closed his eyes in despair. In that chilling light, he seemed to see his nine older brothers waving to him.

"Thump—!!!"

Just as the arrow was about to pierce Lu Ya's head, a melodious, ancient bell tolling, carrying the power to destroy the world, shattered the heavens.

Space froze in an instant.

A chaotic ripple of spacetime spread out, and the incredibly powerful Cloud Piercing Arrow shattered into dust upon impact, turning into countless specks of ash.

"You bastard of the witch clan, how dare you harm my royal nephew?!"

A figure clad in fiery golden armor and with eyes blazing with fire descended with a roar; it was none other than Donghuang Taiyi.

With his left hand, he shielded the limp Lu Ya behind him, while with his right hand he held up the Chaos Bell. The terrifying pressure that was enough to suppress all the heavens and earth directly flattened the entire mountain!

Then, the Heavenly Emperor Di Jun also arrived on a star. He looked at the empty sky and the soil on the ground stained with the blood of the Golden Crow God. His originally majestic eyes turned completely crimson.

"No trace of the body—no trace of the body at all?!"

Emperor Jun roared to the heavens, his voice shaking the nine heavens: "Issue the order of the Heavenly Emperor! All troops, attack!"

"Today, I will wash Buzhou Mountain in blood, and make all the creatures of this primordial world pay the price for my son's death!!!"