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

Chapter 78 The Sage's Treasure Hunt

Beneath Mount Buzhou, the setting sun casts a blood-red glow.

With the collapse of the Great Array of Heavenly Gods and Demons, the balance of this unprecedented battle has been tilted in a devastating manner.

Without the protection of the formation, the eleven severely injured Ancestral Witches were instantly plunged into a desperate situation when faced with the falling stars, the bells that could suppress time and space, and the witch-slaying sword that was specifically designed to destroy witch bodies.

"Pfft!"

The Thunder Ancestral Witch Qiangliang had just shattered a demonic cloud with lightning when the dark red witch-slaying sword silently pierced his heart from behind.

Endless vengeful spirits of humans surged wildly into the sword, devouring his ancestral witch's essence blood.

"Ugh—"

Qiangliang let out a roar of unwilling anger, and his huge body collapsed with a crash, turning into a sky full of lightning and dissipating.

"Thump—!"

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The Ancestral Witch of Wind, Tianwu, and the Ancestral Witch of Poison, Shebishi, were struck head-on by the omnipresent Chaos Bell Wave.

The bells tolled loudly, and time seemed to stand still.

Their bodies, comparable to top-grade innate spiritual treasures, were shattered by this shock, their internal organs were broken, blood flowed from their seven orifices, and they couldn't even stand up.

"Brother! We... I'm afraid we won't be able to return to the Pangu Palace!"

Zhu Rong, covered in blood, watched his brothers fall one by one, his eyes filled with unprecedented grief and madness.

"If we can't go back—then we won't go back!"

The Space Ancestral Witch Dijiang was also covered in wounds. He looked at Dijun, who held the Witch-Slaying Sword and had a ferocious expression in the sky, and then at Taiyi, who was wielding the Chaos Bell and slaughtering everyone. The last bit of reason in his eyes was replaced by bloodlust.

"Our Wu tribe was born in the primordial world, and we will die in the primordial world!"

"Even if I die, I'll drag you bunch of hairy beasts down with me!"

"Brothers! Follow me—blast!"

"burst!"

"burst!"

"burst!"

Zhurong, Gonggong, and Rushou —

The remaining few ancestral witches exchanged glances, each seeing the resolute determination in the other's eyes.

They stopped defending and dodging, and instead ignited the last bit of essence blood in their bodies that originated from the Great God Pangu!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

One after another, "blood-red suns" comparable to a saint's casual strike rose from beneath Mount Buzhou.

That was the self-destruction of a Quasi-Saint peak expert's physical body!

It was the final roar of the descendants of Pangu!

"Oh no! Retreat immediately!"

High above, Di Jun's pupils suddenly contracted, and he felt a chill run down his spine.

He never expected that these barbarian witches would be so crazy as to self-destruct without warning!

He frantically activated the Zhou Tian Star Array to try and resist, but it was too late.

That torrent of energy, powerful enough to destroy everything, instantly tore the projection of the countless stars to shreds.

The billions of demon soldiers and generals didn't even have time to utter a scream before they were instantly vaporized in the terrifying explosion, turning into the most primitive particles.

Bai Ze, Ji Meng, and the other ten demon saints, despite desperately using their spiritual treasures to protect themselves, were still blasted to pieces and almost all of them were killed or injured in the series of explosions.

Di Jun, who was at the very center of the explosion, was the first to be hit.

He not only had to bear the direct impact of the Ancestral Witch's self-destruction, but also the karmic backlash from the witch-slaying sword!

"ah-!!!"

With a piercing scream, this once-great emperor, along with his imperial golden body, was instantly torn to pieces and turned into ashes.

Only one scroll, radiating starlight, let out a mournful cry and fell into the void.

"Big brother!!!"

On the other side, Donghuang Taiyi, seeing his brother's tragic death, turned bloodshot and became like a madman.

But faced with that devastating, self-destructive torrent, he also felt the threat of death.

"Aaaaah! Give me town!"

Taiyi poured all his life's magical power into the Chaos Bell, attempting to forcibly suppress the chaos in this spacetime.

"clang-"

The Chaos Bell let out an unprecedented mournful cry.

The bell was blasted with fine cracks by the terrifying energy.

Although it ultimately blocked most of the impact, the recoil still completely shattered Taiyi's primordial spirit.

"I am unwilling to accept this!"

This once mighty and domineering Eastern Emperor, clutching the dimly lit Chaos Bell, his eyes filled with resentment, finally succumbed to his life force and slowly fell from the sky.

Lich, let's perish together!

Just as this most tragic scene in the world was about to unfold.

Just as the Hetu Luoshu and the Chaos Bell were about to fall into the mortal world.

"Amitabha Buddha, this item is destined for my Western Paradise!"

"Hmph! Those creatures with fur and horns are unworthy to possess this treasure; it should belong to my Chan Sect!"

"Non-action —"

Three auras, each imbued with supreme holy might, descended from beyond the nine heavens almost simultaneously!

In the western sky, a flash of seven-colored light appeared, and the Taoist Zhunti, holding the Seven Treasures Tree, fiercely swept it down at the Chaos Bell!

In the eastern void, the Pangu Banner unfurled, transforming into a gigantic hand that blotted out the sky, sweeping towards the Hetu and Luoshu!

Although Taiqing Laozi did not directly make a move, the Taiji Golden Bridge had already spanned the sky, fixing the surrounding space and time, clearly indicating that he was unwilling to let such a treasure fall into other hands.

The sage has stepped down!

Their goal is singular—the innate treasure, the Chaos Bell!

However, just as the Seven Treasures Tree was about to strike the Chaos Bell...

"laugh--!

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A faint, yet seemingly piercingly powerful, purple-gold spear light tore through the heavens without warning!

The spear's edge possessed both the ultimate destructive power to annihilate everything and an aura of judgment that suppressed all heavens and was rightfully justified!

"What?!"

Zhunti's expression changed drastically as he felt a terrifying killing intent that even made his sage feel a stinging pain in his primordial spirit lock onto him.

He dared not take the blow head-on, and could only awkwardly retract the Seven Treasures Tree to protect himself.

"Ding!"

The spear tip struck the precious tree, unleashing a piercing roar. Zhunti felt a numbness in his arm and was forced back half a step.

"Kunpeng!"

The Primordial Celestial Venerable also roared angrily, recognizing the person who had come.

In the void, the true form of Kunpeng, dressed in a black robe, slowly walked out.

The purplish-gold wheel of merit behind his head was dazzling and actually withstood the pressure of the three saints without being affected in the slightest.

He completely ignored the ugly expressions on the faces of the three saints.

With a wave of his left hand, the demon-summoning banner, which had been poised to unleash its power, fluttered in the wind.

"Demon race's destiny, come!"

Under the influence of the demonic sect's fortune, the ownerless Hetu Luoshu emitted a joyful buzz, transformed into a stream of light, and actively flew towards Kunpeng, who then rolled it into his sleeve.

At the same time, he stretched out his right hand, and the power of the thirty-six heavens and worlds behind him suddenly erupted!

A colossal hand formed from the power of the world ignored the spacetime suppression of the Taiji diagram and grabbed the Chaos Bell, which was about to escape into the void and had lost its spirituality!

"presumptuous!"

Upon seeing this, Yuanshi Tianzun was furious, and the Pangu Banner swept down once more.

However, what greeted him was Kunpeng's extremely cold gaze, and—the slowly raised purple-gold spear.

"The Beginning".

Kunpeng, wielding the Merit-Slaying God Spear, its tip pointed directly at the brow of the Primordial Celestial Venerable, spoke in a voice utterly indifferent and devoid of emotion: "Do you want to experience the taste of falling from your holy position?"

"you!"

The movements of Yuanshi Tianzun froze instantly.

He stared intently at the spear, sensing a terrifying aura emanating from it that threatened his attainment of sainthood.

He had no doubt that if he took another step forward, this madman would really dare to stab him!

In that brief moment when the three sages hesitated...

"Hahaha! Thank you for your kind offer, fellow Daoists!"

Kunpeng laughed loudly, then his figure blurred as he unleashed the ultimate speed of the wind.

He transformed into an elusive streak of light, carrying with him two supreme treasures that would make even saints envious, and vanished instantly in the direction of the Northern Sea, leaving only a string of extremely arrogant laughter echoing above Mount Buzhou.