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

Time flies, and 300 years have passed quietly. With the help of more than 1 henchmen, Xuanbao has successfully swept through the 33 Heavens. At this time, Xuanbao and his many followers are in the Lingxiao Palace on the 33rd Heaven, sorting out the gains of the past 300 years.

The three clan elders under his command were taking stock there, while Xuanbao sat comfortably on his throne, with the freshmen and sophomores standing behind him. It must be said, Xuanbao had a firm grasp on his demeanor.

Meanwhile, the elders of the three clans, who were currently tallying their spoils, had bloodshot eyes. With each innate spiritual treasure they counted, their breathing became heavier, like three giant bellows, panting heavily. In their previous lives, as elders of the three clans, what hadn't they seen? But even they dared not imagine that they could obtain hundreds of innate spiritual treasures and dozens of innate spiritual roots in one go. Although the three clans could all produce that many, what kind of wealth was this? Enough to arm an extremely powerful force.

After taking stock, the strongest of the eight dragon elders reported directly to Xuanbao.

"Ahem, after taking inventory, Master, we have collected a total of 132 innate spiritual treasures, 26 innate spiritual roots, and countless innate precious materials." In addition, the 36 Heavenly Palaces and 72 Treasure Halls in the 33 Heavens have also been moved by us. At this time, the 33 Heavens have become a barren land.

There are 132 innate spiritual treasures, including 2 top-grade innate spiritual treasures, 12 high-grade innate spiritual treasures, 32 mid-grade innate spiritual treasures, and the rest are low-grade innate spiritual treasures (the top-grade innate spiritual treasures are the Haotian Mirror and Haotian Sword). There are 26 innate spiritual roots, including 1 high-grade spiritual root, 5 mid-grade spiritual roots, and the rest are low-grade spiritual roots (the garden that Xuanbao found has been taken away and is not included in the count). There is also a high-grade innate spiritual root, a Star Fruit Tree, a mid-grade innate spiritual root, a Vermilion Fruit, a mid-grade innate spiritual root, a Wood Dragon Fruit, and so on.

Upon learning that he had obtained over 100 innate spiritual treasures and 26 spiritual roots from this place, Xuanbao realized that he had already collected 13 innate spiritual treasures, 22 kinds of flower spiritual roots, and most importantly, the top-grade innate spiritual root, the Peach of Immortality. In his nearly ten thousand years of treasure hunting, he had acquired nearly 200 innate spiritual treasures and dozens of spiritual roots, a truly bountiful harvest. After leaving Buzhou Mountain, he would definitely return to Dongkunlun first, where he would gain nearly 200 more "tools," bringing his total to almost 900. Xuanbao now only wanted to say, "Back then, with my hands in my pockets, I didn't know what an opponent was..."

Moreover, Xuanbao is currently unaware that because of him, the Heavenly Court was opened prematurely, causing the Lich King and the Demon King to fight each other at the foot of Buzhou Mountain.

It took the demon race a full 300 years to set out with an army of hundreds of millions. This was no simple matter. As the saying goes, "an army marches on its stomach." The preparations alone took more than 200 years. After a 100-year journey, the hundreds of millions of demons arrived at the foot of Buzhou Mountain. The Wu tribe, upon discovering the demons, was also on high alert. Fortunately, the Wu tribe had been making preparations 300 years earlier when the demons made their move.

Time passed quickly, and the demon and witch armies faced each other at the foot of Buzhou Mountain. On the demon side, there were Emperor Jun, Donghuang Taiyi, Xihuang Fuxi, four demon saints, seven quasi-saints, and a hundred demon generals (the demon generals were all patriarchs of myriad races, with strength ranging from Taiyi Golden Immortal to Daluo Golden Immortal). The demon soldiers numbered over a hundred million, and the line of demon soldiers on one side was simply boundless.

The Witch Clan was led by the 12 Ancestral Witches, equivalent to 12 Quasi-Saints. There were over a hundred Great Witches (all of whom were Great Luo Golden Immortals) and tens of millions of Lesser Witches. Although the Witch Clan was much smaller in number, their high morale meant they didn't take the Demon Clan seriously at all.

Dijiang, I have no intention of fighting you. I just want to "borrow a path to Buzhou Mountain." Dijun did not choose to start a fight directly. He would rather avoid fighting if possible. Dijun did not want to fight. He knew very well that although the demon race had a large number of people, the witch race's killers fought like madmen. Relying on their strong physiques, one person dared to chase and fight hundreds of people. Dijun did not need to think that his side would definitely not be able to win. He could not win even if he fought with his head. But he could not lose his momentum, so he chose to talk to Dijiang directly.

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"Go up Mount Buzhou?"

"You hairy beast! Mount Buzhou is the body of the Father God. You think you can just go up there like that?" Before Dijiang could even speak, the hot-tempered Zhurong retorted. Zhurong, who hadn't fought in hundreds of years, was itching to take action. The arrival of the demon race had given him the perfect opportunity to strike. How could he possibly let such a good chance pass?

"Borrowing a passage? You flat-feathered beast, your family is taking hundreds of millions of people with you? Do you think we're fools? Besides, Mount Buzhou is the sacred land of my Wu clan. How can we allow you to set foot here at will?" Di Jiang, who was in the lead, also looked at Di Jun, who had spoken, with the same look he was giving a fool.

Di Jun: ...

Could he say that he was afraid of being ganged up on, so he brought the entire demon race to protect him? Di Jun could sense that the opportunity on Buzhou Mountain was very important to him, and it might be his chance to prove himself. He had to seize this opportunity, even if it meant risking the entire demon race. He could always start over.

"Why waste your breath on them, brother? Those three-legged beasts dare to set foot in my Wu clan's sacred land! Kill them! I'll drown them in the Weak Water!" Gonggong, equally hot-tempered, also cursed.

Dijiang glanced at the Wu tribe's camp and noticed that the Wu warriors' eyes were bloodshot. Over the past few hundred years, the Wu tribe had abandoned their old habit of hunting other tribes and switched to farming and animal husbandry. The Wu tribe's sons had been pent up for a long time, and seeing an opportunity to fight, their eyes gleamed with excitement, wishing they could rush into the demon tribe's camp and wreak havoc right now.

Dijiang rubbed his head helplessly. Being a leader is not easy. He also has to take care of the feelings of his subordinates. Who can understand his own feelings? Sigh! Being a leader is really difficult.

"Shang Qian, kill them!" Di Jiang waved his hand and led the charge. He, Di Jiang, had been lonely for a long time, and today he was determined to have a good fight.

Di Jun: ?

Taiyi:? ?

Demon race: ? ? ?

What happened? Why did they start fighting?

Thus, the first war between the Lich and Demon races officially began. Dijiang went directly to Dijun and unleashed a powerful swinging hammer attack. Before the Lich race could even react to why they had attacked so suddenly, they were struck by Dijiang's hammer and sent flying thousands of miles away. Their faces were swollen, and their imperial majesty was shattered. "Damn it, Dijiang, you're asking for death!" Even a clay figure has some temper, let alone an emperor. Dijun was completely enraged. His solar true fire surged continuously, and the temperature of the entire battlefield rose rapidly. Before long, the Lich race members with lower cultivation levels could not withstand it. However, the Demon race suffered the most casualties. The Lich race's physique was much stronger than that of the Demon race. Dijun's indiscriminate attack resulted in the most casualties among the Demon race.

On the other battlefields, the demon race was basically being beaten down by the witch race. Taiyi, in particular, relied on the innate treasure of the Chaos Bell and insisted on fighting three against one against the three ancestral witches, Zhurong, Gonggong, and Tianwu. The result was predictable. Taiyi felt like he could see his grandmother beckoning to him.

The already unstable demon race began to collapse. Seeing Di Jun's indiscriminate attacks, some demons who still had a sense of belonging to the demon race, and who were not very rational to begin with, secretly ran away. The witch race couldn't catch up with these fleeing demons and angrily cursed them from behind.

In the blink of an eye, thirty to forty million of the hundreds of millions of demon soldiers fled, directly causing a major defeat for the demon race. The demon race fled all the way, and the witch race pursued them all the way across half of the prehistoric world before the witch race finally withdrew its troops, cursing all the while.

The First Lich War ended in such a dismal fashion.

This grand spectacle thrilled all the races of the primordial world, disrupting many races' plans to join the demon race and altering the future Lich-Demon Calamity.

At this moment, Xuanbao had just emerged from the 33rd Heaven, still singing that today was a good day, completely unaware that this little butterfly of his had changed the entire prehistoric world.