Transmigrating to the Primordial Era as a Peerless Great Witch, Changing Fate in the Primordial Worl

Just as the accumulated calamity energy, which had been building up for countless eons, was about to reach its peak, the final battle of the ferocious beast calamity erupted.

The entire northern continent's sky was stained dark, and the abyss-like, sea-like tangible malevolent energy churned and surged with rolling tribulation clouds, transforming into a crushing force that relentlessly assaulted the divine senses of every living being on the battlefield.

Under the influence of this evil will originating from the cataclysmic calamity of heaven and earth, the latent killing instincts and violent natures of both sides were fully unleashed.

On the other side of the ferocious beasts, those beasts below the Great Luo Realm whose intelligence had not yet been awakened had now fallen into complete madness and savagery.

Their eyes were bloodshot, filled with only the most primal desire for destruction and devouring, transforming into a terrifying tide that wiped out everything.

The ferocious beasts' formation resembled a cataclysmic disaster. Their peak combat power was led by Beast Emperor Shen Ni and Beast Emperor Lun Hui. Their auras were ferocious and overwhelming, shaking the universe; their strength had already reached the terrifying seventh level of the Dao Opening Realm, comparable to the late stage of a Primordial Golden Immortal.

He also commands dozens of peak beast kings, such as the Destruction King who wields the source of destruction, the Eternal King whose aura is ancient and vicissitudes, and the Annihilation King who can annihilate all things. Each of them has a murderous aura that is as solid as a substance, and their pressure can tear through the void.

The middle level consists of nearly ten thousand ordinary beast kings leading tens of thousands of Great Luo-level ferocious beast warriors.

As the foundation of the ferocious beasts, there was an endless torrent of countless low-level ferocious beasts. They launched a fierce and relentless charge, and wherever the beast tide passed, space shattered, mountains and rivers collapsed, and all things withered.

On the other side of the Primordial Alliance, dozens of innate gods and demons, including Yangmei, Hongjun, Luohou, Wuxing, Yinyang, Taiji, Diandao, and Hunkun, served as the sharpest spearhead.

They each displayed astonishing supernatural powers, their supreme treasures illuminating the heavens and earth, and the laws of the Great Dao resounding and intertwining, barely managing to withstand the destructive offensive of the ferocious beast emperor and the peak beast king.

The Allied Forces of Myriad Races was led by the patriarchs and elders of the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin races, with over a thousand Great Luo Golden Immortals fighting desperately, behind them a Great Wall of flesh and blood composed of hundreds of millions of beings from various races.

"kill."

Without any further commands, the accumulated killing intent is the best battle cry.

Two destructive torrents collided violently and without fanfare over the vast northern continent, across its mountains, rivers, and land.

In an instant, the entire northern continent was transformed into the most terrifying millstone of flesh and blood since the beginning of time.

Beast claws, fangs, and bone spikes are the most primitive and ferocious weapons, colliding and annihilating with the countless innate and acquired magical treasures unleashed by cultivators of all races.

Blood poured out like a torrential rain, converging into a towering river of blood.

Dismembered limbs and broken bones flew everywhere like dust, piling up into mountains.

Every moment, hundreds of millions of lives perish instantly.

A monstrous aura of death, resentment, and karma, mixed with boundless life essence, surged into the sky, tearing the heavens open with streaks of pitch black.

If one could look down upon the Netherworld Blood Sea, one could see its dark red sea level rising rapidly at a visible speed. The primordial will of the Blood Sea emitted waves of joy and greed, frantically absorbing the ultimate nourishment of this great calamity.

Wugu did not intervene in the top-level melee at the summit of the sky from the very beginning.

With Wugu's strength, which is about to attain enlightenment, if he were to go all out, he would instantly break that fragile balance and potentially trigger unpredictable changes.

Wu Gu suppressed his aura to the third level of the Dao Opening Realm, equivalent to the initial entry into the Primordial Golden Immortal Realm. Together with Yuan Feng, he led the Phoenix Clan to form a battle formation, like a blazing, dazzling dagger burning with the true fire of Nirvana, fiercely piercing into the surging tide of ferocious beasts from the southern edge of the battlefield.

"Heavenly Emperor Fist----"

With a low shout, Wu Gu unleashed the power of the Creation Fist, its domineering will covering tens of thousands of miles of void.

With a single punch, the Great Dao runes flickered like stars. Wherever the fist passed, space collapsed layer by layer, and the laws broke. Thousands upon thousands of high-level ferocious beasts with thick skin and soaring murderous aura were killed by Wu Gu before they could even let out a wail.

Immediately afterward, Wugu's divine thought stirred, and five-colored divine light shot into the sky behind him, like a peacock spreading its tail.

The light swept across the battlefield like a giant fan, collecting the corpses of ferocious beasts and myriad races and spirits that had fallen within a radius of tens of thousands of miles, as well as the unclaimed and even broken spiritual treasures, and the shattered ley lines that had been broken by the aftershocks of the great battle, all into the boundless space of the Creation God Pearl.

Wugu's movements were efficient, ruthless, and incredibly precise, creating a relentless cycle.

Slaughter, harvest, and more slaughter—like the most sophisticated war machine, it not only carves madly but also plunders every resource on the battlefield.

Despite Wugu's formidable strength and immortal body, in such a chaotic and densely packed battlefield, facing bizarre and vicious supernatural powers, soul-corroding evil energy, destructive demonic light, and even the Beast King's self-destruction counterattack before its death, Wugu could not completely avoid all attacks.

Countless attacks bombarded Wugu's body, leaving behind hideous wounds, and pale golden divine blood was scattered across the sky many times.

However, Wu Gu's physical foundation in the eighth stage of "Pangu's Nine Revolutions" was too strong, and his life essence was as vast as the sea. His injuries often healed instantly at a speed visible to the naked eye, returning him to his original state, as if he were truly immortal.

Within the boundless space inside the Creation Pearl, the two avatars, Heavenly Tribulation and Star, faced a deluge of resources pouring down like a torrential downpour or a river bursting its banks.

Mountains of corpses, or tattered spiritual treasures, or fragments of broken ley lines.

His hands had already transformed into countless afterimages, waving wildly as he unleashed his great magical power to perform the initial sorting.

Corpses were roughly categorized and sealed according to race and energy level. Damaged or intact spiritual treasures were sealed with the Five Elements Heaven-Sealing Seal.

Those broken or spiritually damaged ley lines were also carefully sealed off for future use.

This work was extremely arduous and tedious, requiring the handling of thousands of items every moment without a moment's respite. The two avatars, Heavenly Tribulation and Star, were like two of the most sophisticated and tireless machines, working tirelessly to maintain the battlefield logistics system under overload.

On the other side of Wugu, Yuanfeng also took the lead, and the Phoenix Divine Sword in her hand transformed into a stunning rainbow, with sword energy stretching for tens of thousands of miles.

Yuan Feng perfectly integrated the essence of her Phoenix Nirvana Dao into her swordsmanship, evolving into the more offensive Phoenix Nirvana Swordsmanship.

Where the sword light passed, the Nirvana True Fire burned fiercely, possessing both the destructive power to incinerate all the heavens and the hidden mystery of creation that comes from facing death to be reborn, efficiently reaping the lives of powerful ferocious beasts one by one.

She was constantly focused on the situation of the entire Phoenix Clan battle formation. If any clansman was in danger, exhausted, or besieged by powerful beasts, she would immediately transform into a streak of crimson light, her sword moving with her, instantly relieving the siege. She would also launch the precious Three Lights Divine Water given to her by Wugu, helping them to quickly recover from their injuries and restore their magic power, greatly reducing the casualties of the Phoenix Clan and maintaining the integrity and morale of the battle formation.

This extremely brutal and massive war, like a never-ending cataclysmic storm, raged wildly across the Northern Continent for a full ten Yuanhui (a unit of time).

The Phoenix Clan battle formation led by Wugu and Yuanfeng was like a tireless blade burning with the flames of revenge and survival. In the endless, frenzied tide of beasts, they advanced step by step, leaving bloody marks, with difficulty but determination.

They traversed mountains of corpses and seas of bones, crossed raging rivers of blood, and crossed mountains shattered and reduced to dust. From the warm jungles on the southernmost edge of the Northern Continent, they marched northward, constantly charging and fighting, experiencing countless fierce battles and narrow escapes.

Unbeknownst to them, ten long cycles of time passed in this endless cycle of fighting, harvesting, healing, and charging again.

When Wugu unleashed another punch, completely annihilating the beast king blocking his path—a beast king with strength comparable to the second level of the Dao Opening Realm—along with a horde of beasts, Wugu looked up and saw that what lay before him was no longer an endless horde of ferocious beasts, but rather the perpetually frozen glacier at the northernmost tip of the Northern Continent.

Together with the Phoenix Clan, Wu Gu actually fought his way from the southernmost tip of the Northern Continent, traversing the entire continent and reaching its northernmost point.