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

Chapter 71 A Pervasive Aura of Calamity

Nine days have passed, and the blood debt is immeasurable.

Beneath Mount Buzhou, the vast and desolate land, stretching for billions of miles, has now been transformed into a colossal slaughterhouse.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

As Emperor Jun's hate-filled decree spread throughout the universe, dark, demonic clouds rolled down from the Thirty-Three Heavens. The Heavenly Court's accumulated power, built up over countless eons, erupted at this moment. Hundreds of millions of demon soldiers and generals, clad in star-studded armor and wielding gleaming blades, surged towards the Witch Clan tribe like a flood bursting its banks.

The pain of losing their son drove Dijun and Taiyi to utter madness.

"Taiyi, if the Witch Clan is not subdued today, I swear I will not return to the palace!"

Di Jun's face was contorted with rage as he frantically deduced the Hetu Luoshu in his hand, drawing upon the power of the celestial stars to transform into meteors that indiscriminately bombarded every corner of the earth.

"Don't worry, brother, I will definitely annihilate these barbarians, body and soul!"

Donghuang Taiyi's long hair danced wildly, making him look like a god or demon. He raised his hands, and the Chaos Bell hung above his head. Each time it was struck, it was accompanied by the collapse of space and time and the sinking of the void.

"Thump—!!!"

The powerful bell wave, capable of suppressing the primordial chaos, swept out, and thousands of Wu Clan warriors were blasted into blood mist in that frozen space-time before they could even scream.

However, the Wu tribe is not someone to be trifled with.

"You hairy beast, do you really think my witch clan is afraid of you?!"

Deep within Mount Buzhou, inside the Pangu Palace.

The eleven ancestral witches, including Dijiang, suddenly stood up, their bodies radiating a murderous aura. Although Houtu, the ancestral witch of earth, had already entered the cycle of reincarnation, causing the "Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods and Demons Grand Array" to be incomplete, the witch clan still possessed its own strengths in this life-or-death moment.

"Great Shaman Chiyou, return to your position!"

At Dijiang's command, a burly, top-tier shaman strode forward, wielding the Tiger Soul Blade. Though not an ancestral shaman, he possessed innate divine strength, his physical prowess second only to the ancestral shamans. At this moment, he forcefully absorbed the ancestral shamanic energy of the Houtu tribe, filling the gap in the formation.

"Form the formation! Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons—Arise!"

The twelve pillars of malevolent energy that pierced the heavens and the earth converged once more, and a gigantic phantom slowly emerged above Mount Buzhou. Although this giant phantom appeared somewhat illusory due to the presence of Chi You, and its magical power flowed sluggishly, far from its peak state, it was still, after all, a legacy of the great god Pangu.

"boom!!!"

The giant phantom wielded a colossal fist powerful enough to cleave the heavens and earth, forcefully withstanding the suppression of the Chaos Bell. The two supreme primordial forces clashed and locked in a stalemate in mid-air, each collision generating a shockwave that leveled countless sacred mountains within a radius of tens of thousands of miles.

In one corner of the battlefield, the devastation was even more intense.

A nine-headed bird demon general of the demon race was leading his troops in a fierce battle against Xiang Liu, the great shaman of the witch race. This demon general had just devoured thousands of people from a small human tribe nearby in order to fill his stomach, and now his mouth was full of blood and his eyes were filled with violence.

Xiang Liu's nine heads moved simultaneously, unleashing a torrent of venom that could corrode even the most powerful immortals. The demon general, drenched in the venom, lost his wings and was on the verge of death.

"I'll take someone down with me even if I die!"

As the demon general faced death, it launched a desperate counterattack. Its nine strange mouths let out a sharp cry, and with its last bit of primal power, it frantically tore at Xiang Liu's skin, which was as hard as black iron.

Logically speaking, with the Wu Clan's physical bodies so powerful that they could ignore spiritual treasures, such attacks from ordinary demon generals would be nothing more than a tickle.

However, an unexpected change occurred.

"laugh""

With a soft sound, Xiang Liu's proud ancient shamanic golden body was easily slashed open by this dying demon general, leaving a three-foot-long gash!

"ah-!!!"

Xiang Liu let out a painful roar. No blood flowed from the wound; instead, it was shrouded in a strange, dark gray smoke. Within the smoke, countless tiny figures could be vaguely seen wailing and cursing.

That's the resentment of the souls of the fallen human race!

The originally indestructible body of the Wu Clan melted rapidly upon contact with this resentment, like ice and snow meeting hot oil. Xiang Liu was horrified to discover that no matter how much he activated the Ancestral Witch's essence blood, the wound could not heal; instead, it frantically eroded inward along the blood vessels.

This scene happened to be witnessed by Bai Ze, the Demon Saint, who was overseeing the battle from the rear.

Bai Ze was a wise sage of the world, knowledgeable about the advantages and disadvantages of all things. His eyes, which shone with wisdom, suddenly narrowed, and a surge of joy and horror welled up in his heart.

"That is... the soul of a human?"

He dared not delay, and with lightning speed, he instantly darted into a nearby human tribe.

With a wave of his hand, he grabbed hundreds of humans. He first burned them with demonic fire, but found no divine power.

He then cruelly shredded its body, using his great magic to extract the faint wisps of soul filled with despair and hatred, and attached them to an ordinary flying sword.

"cut!"

Bai Ze casually waved his hand at a passing Wu Clan warrior.

"Pfft!"

The flying sword pierced through the rotten soil, instantly cleaving the physically powerful witch clan member in two!

Bai Ze gasped, his hands trembling slightly. "I knew it! I knew it!"

"The Wu tribe, inheriting the body of Pangu, lacks a primordial spirit. Humans, though weak, were created by sages, possessing innate Dao bodies; their souls contain the purest spirituality of heaven and earth, and are also in the form of Pangu. When this spirituality transforms into the obsession of vengeful spirits, it is precisely the natural nemesis of the Wu tribe's turbid true form!"

This is what is known as "the principle of one thing overcoming another"!

The news reached Di Jun, who was engaged in a fierce battle with the Ancestral Witches, at top speed.

"Your Majesty! The method to defeat the enemy has been found!"

Bai Ze's voice boomed in Di Jun's mind.

Di Jun paused, forcefully repelling the spatial rift from Di Jiang, and returned to the clouds. When he heard Bai Ze's report and witnessed the broken sword, stained with the souls of humans, easily pierce the flesh of the Great Witch, the usually gentle and refined Heavenly Emperor revealed for the first time a coldness as thick as ice.

He turned his head and looked at the human race that was nestled at the foot of Shouyang Mountain, seeking refuge.

In Di Jun's eyes, it was no longer a living race, but a giant mine that could be mined at will to forge a throne.

"When the Holy Mother Nuwa created humans, all living beings in the primordial world believed it was out of compassion."

Di Jun's lips curled into a cruel smile, his voice hoarse and chilling: "So, this is the last weapon Heaven left for my demon race—a weapon to break the deadlock!"

"You barbarians of the Witch Clan, since you claim to be descendants of Pangu, then I will use this living soul in the form of Pangu to utterly annihilate you!"

""

Donghuang Taiyi hesitated for a moment: "Brother, the human race reveres Kunpeng as their holy teacher and is protected by Nuwa. If we slaughter them indiscriminately, we might incur their wrath."

"A holy teacher? A saint?"

The red light in Di Jun's eyes intensified; the hatred over the fall of his nine sons had long since clouded his judgment: "If the Heavenly Court perishes, and I become nothing but dust, what use will the title of Sage be?!"

"Moreover, the evolution of Heaven's Way is a process of vying for supremacy. As long as we can prevail, as long as the Heavenly Court can rule the primordial world, even sages must submit to the trend!"

Emperor Jun took a deep breath, his imperial majesty overwhelming, and coldly commanded: "Issue the secret decree of the Heavenly Emperor!"

"Order the ten Demon Saints to each lead a team and secretly travel to various parts of the prehistoric world to hunt down and kill humans!"

"Slay all humans you encounter, regardless of age! Extract their essence and blood, draw out their souls, and gather them into the Demon Refining Pot!"

"I will use these trillions of living souls as a catalyst, the true fire of the sun as a furnace, and the black iron of stars to forge the first killing divine sword in the primordial world."

Di Jun spoke slowly and deliberately, his killing intent soaring to the heavens: "His name is the Slaughter of Witches!"