Primordial Era: I am a treasure trove, full of magical treasures.

"Di Jun, prepare to die—!!!"

"Let's die together!!!"

A venomous roar, like a final death knell, suddenly exploded at the core of the crimson and destructive explosion! Several blood-red torrents, forcibly twisted and infused with the avengers' lifelong cultivation and extreme resentment, were like moths drawn to a flame, or blood-red blades tearing the sky. Ignoring the chaotic starlight and the hastily set up defenses by Di Jun, they crashed into Di Jun, who sat high at the center of the formation, expressionless, in a fraction of a second of an opening!

In Di Jun's golden eyes, the cold indifference and absurdity were suddenly replaced by boundless pain, disbelief, and a trace of... the ultimate unwillingness to have failed in the face of death the moment the blood torrent hit his body! He underestimated the determination that those "ants" could unleash on the edge of life and death, and he underestimated the weakness of the Demon Gathering Banner's own defense when it was operating at full power! The brilliance of the River Chart and Luo Book flickered uncertainly under the impact of the blood explosion, and the remaining star power barrier of the Zhou Tian Star Array was pierced through like paper!

"puff--!"

Di Jun spat out a stream of blood that was as dazzling as molten gold, yet mixed with wisps of black energy. His chest and abdomen were blasted into several terrifying holes by the superimposed torrents of self-destruction, each hole gleaming through the ground and its edges constantly annihilating and spreading! No blood splattered from the wounds, because his flesh, bones, and even the core essence of the Sun Star Lord began to irreversibly disintegrate and annihilate the moment they came into contact with the self-destruction energy containing all the curses and death intent of the avenger! Even his vast, star-like Great Luo Dao Fruit was covered with cracks, and its light dimmed rapidly.

"I...I am...the Demon Emperor...How could I..." Di Jun lowered his head, watching his rapidly dissipating body, feeling his life and power slip away like sand through his fingers. For the first time, a clear sense of bewilderment, resentment, and a deep-seated fear of death hidden beneath his madness appeared in his eyes. He tried to mobilize the last of his solar essence, tried to draw upon the final power of the Zhou Tian Star Array to suppress his injuries, and even tried to send his remnant soul into the He Tu Luo Shu...

However, it was too late. The backlash from the Demon Gathering Banner, the collapse of the Zhou Tian Star Array, the violent tremors in his own mind, and the self-destruction of curses from several Grand Luo and even Taiyi peak experts at the cost of their lives and true spirits, had completely severed his life force and utterly destroyed his Dao foundation. He was like a torch that had reached its end and run out of fuel; the last flame was nothing but coldness and emptiness.

"Big brother—!!!"

A heart-wrenching, soul-crushing roar echoed from nearby. It was Taiyi! He had just withstood the combined attack of six ancestral witches, including Gonggong, Zhurong, and Qiangliang, thanks to the immense power of the Chaos Bell, and even severely injured Xizi. He was about to return to their aid when he witnessed the horrifying sight of his brother being swallowed by several torrents of blood, his body beginning to disintegrate! Boundless grief, rage, and a despair akin to the collapse of heaven and earth instantly consumed all his reason!

"No—!! Big brother!! You all—you deserve to die! You all deserve to die!!!"

Taiyi's eyes were bloodshot, the corners of his eyes cracked, and two streams of blood tears, a mixture of golden blood and black malevolent energy, flowed down. His entire body was now entangled and corroded by wisps of thick, ink-like black energy, emanating an aura of ominousness and impending doom! That was the malevolent energy of a great calamity, endless resentment, and Taiyi's own inner demons!

"Since our eldest brother is dead, you will all be buried with him!" Taiyi roared, his hands forming a seal, frantically compressing all his remaining magic power, essence blood, and even the foundation of his laws. He no longer paid attention to the other Ancestral Witches, his eyes burning with black flames locking onto the six Ancestral Witches closest to him who had just attacked him most fiercely—Gonggong, Zhurong, Qiangliang, Xizi, Tianwu, and Shebishi!

"Follow me...to the grave! Be buried with my elder brother!!!"

Taiyi laughed wildly, his laughter as piercing as a night owl's, filled with boundless resentment and glee. He ceased defense, abandoned all maneuvering, and instead suspended the Chaos Bell, burning with the black flames of the Burning Dao, above his head. His figure transformed into a world-destroying black meteor, hurtling towards the six Ancestral Witches with speed beyond comprehension! And at the end of the impact path stood—the towering, majestic Buzhou Mountain, connecting heaven and earth, a symbol of Pangu's spine and the primordial pillar of the heavens!

He wanted to drag these six ancestral witches along with him to crash into Mount Buzhou!

"Taiyi! You're insane! Stop it!" Dijiang's eyes were bloodshot, and his spatial power surged wildly, trying to tear through space to block it. However, the Burning Dao Black Flame distorted spacetime, and the suppressive power of the Chaos Bell slowed his divine power by a fraction of a second.

"Gonggong! Zhurong! Get out of the way!" The other ancestral witches also cried out in horror, desperately trying to help.

However, Taiyi's speed was too fast, and his determination to die was too fierce. The power of the Burning Dao Black Flame and the Chaos Bell erupted to their peak in an instant! Gonggong, Zhurong, and the other six Ancestral Witches had just experienced a great battle and witnessed Dijun's fall and Taiyi's madness. Their minds were shaken, and their reactions were a beat slower. By the time they realized Taiyi's true target, the meteor burning with destructive black flames, carrying a terrifying power that would make even a saint frown, had already crashed into them. Then, without diminishing its momentum, it carried the six of them like seven world-destroying meteorites, crashing headlong into the mountainside of the towering Buzhou Mountain not far away!

Stop him!!!

"No--!!!"

The roars of the six Ancestral Witches, the screams of the other Ancestral Witches, and the horrified gazes of the Allied Forces of Ten Thousand Races all seemed to stretch and freeze at this moment. Only the black meteor, trailing six different colored tails of Ancestral Witch's malevolent energy, traced a desperate and tragic trajectory under the scarlet sky, crashing heavily into the seemingly unchanging, thick and majestic body of Mount Buzhou!

Time seemed to stand still for a moment.

Immediately afterwards—

"boom--------!!!!!!!!!"

The most magnificent, terrifying, and desperate explosion and shattering sound since the beginning of time, which cannot be described in any words, suddenly erupted, sweeping across the entire prehistoric world, even penetrating the Thirty-Three Heavens, shaking the Nine Netherworlds, and causing chaos to churn!

No one expected Taiyi to be so resolute. Without saying a word, he directly self-destructed. He poured everything he had into this technique, "Heaven and Earth Coexisting." How terrifying was the self-destruction of someone who had already stepped into the Saint Realm? A pure "nothingness" black hole with a diameter of over a hundred million miles, filled with the recurrence of earth, water, fire, and wind, and the scene of time and space returning to nothingness, instantly expanded from the point of impact, devouring and annihilating everything within its range!

Next came the six Ancestral Witches, who were firmly "locked" by Taiyi and crashed into the mountain together. At the last moment, they understood Taiyi's intention and felt the world-destroying threat!

They tried their best to break free, but the power of Taiyi's self-destruction was too great, making escape impossible. Under that terrifying impact, the bodies of the six Ancestral Witches were instantly shattered into pieces and turned into ashes.

Mount Buzhou, the pillar that held the balance of the primordial world, began to crack under the immense force of this devastating power. Huge cracks, like ferocious pythons, spread rapidly, and the entire Mount Buzhou teetered on the brink of collapse.

"Crack... Crack crack... Boom!!!!!"

A terrifying sound, chilling to the bone and reverberating to the very depths of one's soul, as if the very bones of the primordial world were shattering, spread wildly from the point of impact on Mount Buzhou outwards! The majestic and imposing mountain, which had borne witness to countless eons of the primordial era, sank sharply inwards from the point of impact, blasting open a bottomless crater with spiderweb-like cracks along its edges. Then, as if possessing a life of its own, those cracks spread, extended, and intertwined wildly in both directions, towards the depths of the mountain!

Rocks and stones flew away, turning into the finest dust; spiritual veins broke, spewing out chaotic innate spiritual energy and earthly turbid energy; the heaven-supporting divine patterns flickered and groaned under the unbearable weight; countless innate spiritual roots, spirit beasts, and even some secluded cave dwellings of powerful beings that depended on Mount Buzhou were instantly reduced to nothingness in this earth-shattering tremor!

Finally, with a deafening roar that seemed to emanate from the very fabric of the universe, filled with endless pain and lamentation—

Mount Buzhou, that majestic pillar that had stood between heaven and earth since the beginning of time, supporting the sky and guarding the land, was suddenly...broken in two at the point of impact in the middle!

The upper half of the mountain, having lost its support from below, began to slowly, yet irresistibly, tilt, slide, and collapse towards the northwest under the unimaginable force of its own gravity and the impact of its internal disintegration! Countless fragments of the mountain, larger than stars, rained down upon the primordial earth like a torrential downpour, each capable of triggering a catastrophic disaster! At the fracture point, instead of rock and soil, an endless torrent of chaotic energy, a mixture of primordial pure and turbid energies, and immeasurable calamity-inducing energy, erupted from a "breach in the heavens and earth"! Through that breach, one could even vaguely see the chaotic, violent, all-consuming energy outside, pouring in like a flood bursting its banks!

"No--!!"

"The pillar of heaven... is broken?!"

"It's over... the Primordial World... it's doomed..."

The surviving ancestral witches, the allied forces of all races, and even the powerful beings of the primordial world who watched from afar—all beings who witnessed this scene, regardless of their stance or cultivation level, were struck dumb, their faces filled with boundless horror, despair, and bewilderment. Mount Buzhou collapsed, the sky tilted to the northwest, the earth sank to the southeast, the firmament shattered, and chaos poured forth… This was the true scene of the "primordial apocalypse," a spectacle only mentioned in the most ancient prophecies and forbidden inheritances!

However, the destruction did not stop with the collapse of Buzhou Mountain; on the contrary... it had only just begun!

As if stimulated by a series of earth-shattering events, such as the fall of Emperor Jun, the self-destruction of Taiyi and the Six Ancestral Witches upon crashing into the mountain, and the collapse of Buzhou Mountain, or as if the evil energy of the Great Calamity had finally found its final outlet, on the battlefield, the remaining high-ranking members of the demon race—those demon saints and demon gods—after witnessing the tragic scenes of the fall of the Heavenly Emperor, the martyrdom of the Eastern Emperor, and the collapse of the Heavenly Pillar, had their last shred of reason and hope completely shattered.

"His Majesty is gone, the Eastern Emperor has died a martyr, the pillar of heaven is broken... Hahahaha! The primordial world is dead, what will become of us? Barbarians of the Witch Clan, die together!!" The nine heads of the Ghost Chariot Demon Saint laughed wildly at the same time, their laughter shrill and stern. They stopped fighting their opponents and instead pounced directly on the nearest Ancestral Witch, Jumang, their demonic energy and origins exploding fiercely!

"Loyal to His Majesty!!" Qin Yuan, the Demon Saint, with a ferocious expression, transformed into a streak of light and crashed into the Ancestral Witch Ru Shou, who was trying to stabilize the earth's veins.

"Kill!!!" Ci Tie, Shang Yang, Jiu Ying, Ji Meng... one by one, the remaining demon saints, like bees that had lost their queen, with bloodshot eyes and a death-defying determination and a madness to destroy everything, rushed towards the nearest ancestral witch, great witch, and even the top experts in the allied forces of all races, and then—without hesitation, self-destructed!

"Madmen! They're all madmen!"

"Stop them! Stop them now!"

"Heh...heh heh..."

On the remaining battlefield, the surviving demons with slightly higher cultivation levels—the Great Luo Realm demon gods, the Taiyi Realm demon generals, and the elite demon soldiers who had miraculously survived the previous wave of self-destruction—suddenly froze in their movements. They no longer roared, no longer charged, and no longer showed any expression of anger or fear. Their faces, stained with blood or covered in scales and feathers, were now empty, numb as if their souls had been completely emptied by something invisible. But beneath this numbness, crimson lines, like living things, spread and bulged wildly from their eye sockets, mouths, noses, and even beneath their skin, emitting a chilling, ominous light.

That was "calamity energy"! It was the boundless malevolent energy, resentment, and karma accumulated throughout the entire eon. After losing the suppression of the Heavenly Emperor and the Eastern Emperor, and under the violent upheaval of the laws of heaven and earth caused by the collapse of the Heavenly Pillar, it finally broke through their last mental defenses, like a turbid torrent that burst its banks, completely submerging their true spirits!

"Kill...kill them all..."

"Your Majesty... the Eastern Emperor... is dead... they're all dead..."

"Hahaha...together...together..."

Indistinct, meaningless whispers, hysterical laughter, and sobs emanated from the throats of thousands upon thousands of frozen demons, mingling with the deafening roar of the collapsing heavens and earth and the shrill screams of turbulent energy, appearing eerie and terrifying. Their eyes began to change, their emptiness gradually replaced by a pure, chaotic, all-consuming, insane crimson. It wasn't the will to fight, nor the flames of revenge, but rather the most primal, thoroughly corrupted and fueled by the calamity's energy—a hatred and destructive urge towards "existence" itself! Including towards themselves!

"Not good! The calamity energy has completely entered their bodies, clouding their true spirits. They've gone mad! Retreat!" An experienced Qilin clan elder screamed in horror, trying to organize his clansmen to retreat.

But it was too late.

"Bang--!!!"

"Bang!" "Bang!"

A chain reaction has begun.

The second, the third, the tenth, the hundredth… like dominoes being toppled, or like a plague suddenly erupting from a pile of lifeless corpses! On the battlefield, all the demons covered in those scarlet calamity patterns, their eyes bloodshot, regardless of which faction they belonged to before, regardless of the severity of their injuries, regardless of whether they faced the Witch Clan, the Dragon Clan, the Phoenix, the Qilin, or… their own comrades, all made the same choice under an incomprehensible and irresistible madness—to detonate everything within their bodies that could be detonated in the most tragic and decisive way, transforming themselves into a destructive storm that swept away everything in its path!

"No! Don't come any closer! I'm your..."

"Run! Run! They've all gone mad!"

"Form ranks! Defend! Defend!!"

Screams, roars, screams, and desperate wails instantly drowned out the deafening roar of the collapsing heaven and earth. This scene was more chaotic, more disordered, and more...desperate than when Di Jun activated the Demon Gathering Banner. Because at this moment, the "self-destruction" was devoid of reason and purpose, purely a destructive instinct driven by the calamity energy. A demon soldier might suddenly explode halfway through a charge, devouring his comrades and enemies; a demon god might have just dodged an attack from an ancestral witch, then turn and pounce on the nearest group of his own kind, grinning as he perished alongside them; even two or three completely crazed demons might tear each other apart and charge like wild beasts, then simultaneously detonate, creating an even larger death zone.

Flesh and blood, bones, fragments of magical artifacts, chaotic laws, viscous calamity energy, and the mournful wails of remnant souls… all of it was mixed together, stirred, annihilated, and spawned by repeated explosions, giving rise to even more ominous and maddening forces. The battlefield had completely transformed into a self-devouring, self-destructive, living millstone of flesh and blood and a furnace of calamity energy. Dense calamity energy and the will of death soared into the sky, mixing with the chaotic airflow pouring back from the fracture of Mount Buzhou, dyeing the originally dark red sky a deeper, more suffocating, blackish-red color, like congealed blood.

In this apocalyptic panorama, both the valiant witch tribe and the allied forces of all races who had just fought side by side became targets of indiscriminate attacks. They were forced to shift from offense to the most extreme defense, and even self-preservation proved difficult. Battle formations were torn apart by a continuous barrage of self-destructions from all directions and even beneath their feet, and warriors were corroded and annihilated by the explosive energy imbued with calamity in despair.