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

Chapter 76 Divine Sword Slays the Witch

Thirty-three heavens, beyond the nine clouds.

This place was originally a training ground for the Heavenly Court's troops, but now it has been transformed into a chilling, bloody altar.

The altar is called the "Immortal Slaying Platform". It is made entirely of ten-thousand-year-old Yin Iron and is covered with vicious runes that devour souls.

At this moment, above the Execution Platform, a chilling wind howled, and gloomy clouds and mist filled the sky.

Hundreds of millions of human souls were imprisoned here by powerful demons using the Demon Refining Pot. They twisted and struggled, uttering silent yet mournful curses, which coalesced into a boundless resentment that could unsettle even a quasi-saint city.

In the center of the Execution Platform, the Heavenly Emperor Di Jun stood expressionless, his eyes cold and devoid of any emotion.

"Your Majesty, all the human souls have perished here."

The demon saint Bai Ze bowed and reported, but even in his usually wise eyes, a trace of fear could not be hidden at this moment.

Such a massive massacre, even if the Heavenly Court ultimately triumphs, will still bear an indelible karmic burden.

"understood."

Di Jun responded indifferently, as if he had merely crushed a few ants.

To avenge his son and for the sake of the Heavenly Court's dominance, he had already staked everything on this high-stakes gamble.

"Use the sun's true fire as a furnace!"

At Di Jun's command, he and Donghuang Taiyi simultaneously activated their primordial power.

Two blazing suns rose above the Execution Platform, unleashing golden flames powerful enough to incinerate everything, engulfing the countless souls within.

"ah-!!!"

A scream so agonizing it defied description echoed throughout the Thirty-Three Heavens.

"Melting star-grade iron into bones!"

Di Jun waved his hand again, and countless divine gold and immortal iron collected from the stars of the heavens were thrown into the golden furnace.

He intends to use the resentment of the human race as his soul, the true fire of the sun as his power, and the refined gold of stars as his bones to forcibly forge a peerless weapon specifically designed to counter the physical body of the witch race!

Eighty-one days later.

When the last wisp of human souls was completely refined.

"Buzz—!!!"

A sword cry, seemingly emanating from the deepest hell, suddenly rang out.

The blazing fire of the sun was extinguished instantly, replaced by complete darkness.

A three-foot-long sword, its entire body a dark red color, as if formed from dried blood, slowly rose from the darkness.

Countless twisted and tormented human faces were wrapped around the sword, their mouths agape as if uttering the most vicious curses.

The moment this sword was drawn, ghosts and gods wailed and howled throughout the world, dark clouds covered the sky, and blood rained down.

Even the lofty Heavenly Dao issued a warning of disgust.

The Witch-Slaying Sword!

This weapon, born of slaughter and ultimately most deadly, has finally been unearthed!

Di Jun reached out and firmly grasped the sword hilt.

A chilling, bone-piercing resentment surged up his arm and straight to the top of his head, causing even his quasi-saint level cultivation to tremble.

But he forcibly suppressed the discomfort and a crazy, gleeful smile appeared on his face.

"Excellent! What a fine witch-slaying sword!"

"With this sword, the indestructible bodies of the Witch Clan will be as fragile as paper!"

Emperor Jun, holding the Slaughtering Witch Sword, took a step forward and stood atop the Southern Heavenly Gate.

He poured all his quasi-saint power into the sword, and the tip of the sword pointed at Mount Buzhou in the center of the primordial land!

"Emperor Jiang!"

Di Jun's voice, amplified by his magical power, resounded throughout the entire primordial world: "Three days later, at the foot of Mount Buzhou, we will determine who is superior and who is inferior, and we will decide who lives and who dies!"

"I will use this sword to personally sever the heads of you twelve Ancestral Witches, to appease the spirit of my son in heaven!"

This is a challenge!

This is also the final declaration of war between the Lich and the Lich races!

Buzhou Mountain, Pangu Temple.

The atmosphere inside the hall was so heavy it seemed to drip water.

The eleven ancestral witches, including Dijiang, gathered together, each with a somber expression and an aura of malevolence.

They all heard Di Jun's declaration and felt the chilling aura emanating from the witch-slaying sword.

An atmosphere of terror.

"That sword—it can hurt us."

A hint of solemnity flashed in Zhu Jiuyin's eyes, which held the power to control time.

"What are you afraid of?!"

Zhu Rong slammed his fist on the stone table and roared, "It's just a broken sword! Have the sons of my Wu tribe ever feared a death battle?!"

"War is inevitable."

Dijiang spoke slowly, his voice low and deep, "But this battle concerns the survival of my Wu clan, and we cannot be careless."

His gaze fell on the burly shaman kneeling on one knee in His Highness's presence.

"Chi You".

"Your subordinate is here!"

"Hou Tu has been reincarnated, and you shall take charge of her Heavenly God and Demon Banner."

Dijiang's voice carried a hint of helplessness, "Although with your cultivation level, you cannot completely replace my little sister, this Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation is our Wu Clan's last trump card, and we must not lose it!"

"Chi You, I am willing to fight to the death for the Wu tribe!"

Chi You accepted the ancient banner embroidered with the dark and yellow energy of the earth with both hands, his eyes filled with determination.

"good!"

Dijiang abruptly stood up, surveyed his brothers, and his eyes blazed with battle lust: "Issue my Ancestral Witch's Decree!"

"Gather all the warriors of the Wu tribe! In three days, join us in a bloody battle at Buzhou Mountain!"

Just when the entire prehistoric world was filled with unease because of the impending decisive battle.

Beiming, Kunpeng Palace.

Kunpeng slowly opened his eyes, which seemed to reflect the birth and death of all living beings.

He didn't look at the murderous-looking witch-slaying sword, nor did he care about the impending great battle.

His gaze pierced through endless time and space, landing on Mount Buzhou, the colossal pillar supporting the heavens and the earth.

"The grand show is finally about to begin."

Kunpeng's lips curled into a deep smile as he murmured to himself.

He slowly rose and called out to the empty hall, "Black Tortoise."

"Disciple is here!"

A streak of light flashed, and the Xuan Turtle Daoist, dressed in a black robe and whose aura had stabilized at the peak of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm, appeared in the hall and respectfully bowed.

"Pack your things and come with me to Buzhou Mountain."

Kunpeng said calmly.

"Mount Buzhou?"

Xuan Turtle was taken aback, a look of confusion on his face. "Master, the decisive battle between the Lich King and the Demon King is imminent, and Mount Buzhou is at the eye of the storm. Are we going there now to help them in battle?"

In his view, since his master was both the ancestor of demons and had a grudge against the witch clan, it seemed only natural for him to help the Heavenly Court at this time.

"To provide assistance?"

Upon hearing this, Kunpeng shook his head and chuckled, "Foolish child."

"The will of Heaven rolls ever onward. The fortunes of the Witch and Demon races have run their course; they are both destined for calamity, and no one can save them."

"We are not going to help in the battle, but only to watch the show."

"Watching a play?" Xuan Gui was even more confused.

Kunpeng didn't explain much, but simply walked to the entrance of the main hall, looked up at the sky that had long been stained gray by the calamity, and said in a distant and mysterious voice: "You only need to remember."

"What I'm taking you to see is not the life and death of liches, but the birth and death of this world."

"Your opportunity to attain enlightenment, your immense merit that could propel you to the heavens in one step—"

Kunpeng slowly turned its head, its deep eyes reflecting a scene of a collapsing pillar of heaven and a raging flood: "It was at the very moment that Buzhou Mountain collapsed!"