I, the primordial ancestor, started out as a useless cult and a useless saint.

Chapter 74: In the Name of the Sage, the Ultimate Battle of the Lich Calamity Begins!

This time, the Ancestor of Humanity proved the Dao of Martial Arts, and the Heavenly Dao did not interfere. However, the saints of all heavens were very unhappy. Perhaps they didn't dare to utter a word before, but now that the final strike of the Sword of Heaven-Slaying has dissipated, the instincts of the saints of all heavens have been released once again.

"Ancestor of Humanity, you are truly ungrateful! We, the Sages, have just forced back the Heavenly Dao, and you dare to dream that every member of the human race will attack Heaven? Aren't you worried that all the Sages will unite again to destroy you?"

The Supreme Saint was furious. The emergence of this martial art had completely severed his future opportunities. Ye Yang chuckled and said:

"You think I'm afraid of you joining forces? You're the Sage of Taiqing, aren't you? You should think about your own future. Your sect will be all alone from now on, hahaha."

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The Supreme Sage gritted his teeth in anger and said:

"Hmph, Ancestor of Humanity, don't be so smug. The martial arts of the human race will soon dissipate. Without saints, who will suppress the martial arts? Humanity has not yet attained its true path, so to whom will your martial arts be proven?"

All that could be seen was the Taiqing Sage's Dharma body growing larger and larger:

"Ancestor of Humanity, the martial arts of the human race will surely disintegrate unless you attain sainthood."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yuanshi Tianzun suddenly exclaimed:

"Ancestor of Humanity, even if you want to attain enlightenment, we will do everything in our power to interfere. Trying to escape our supervision is a pipe dream."

The two Western Saints also stepped forward, put their hands together, and said:

"Ancestor of Humanity, you have cut off my chance to go to the West. If you do not repay these karmic debts, you will not be able to attain sainthood."

The gods and Buddhas in the sky revealed their ferocious faces. They only disappeared because of Ye Yang's third sword. Otherwise, they would all be subjugated.

However, the Ancestor of Man burst into laughter.

"You are all Heavenly Saints, you certainly have a fine face. You don't want me to become a saint? I'm sorry, I never even considered becoming a saint."

Upon hearing this, all the saints in the heavens were taken aback. If you don't become a saint, what are you doing? But they didn't know what Ye Yang was thinking.

How big is the Primordial World? Beyond the Primordial World lies an even vast expanse. If one were to attain sainthood and achieve enlightenment within the Primordial World, one would be confined.

"And listen to me, all of you: the martial arts of the human race will not perish. As long as the human race exists, the martial arts will never perish."

He slapped his own shoulder hard:

"I said it."

Then, Ye Yang looked at Nuwa, then at Dijun and Donghuang Taiyi, and asked sternly:

"Demon race, how are you now? Have you managed to break through and find a glimmer of hope?"

Ye Yang straightened his back and scanned the Heavenly Court with his eyes. He saw that the cracks in the Heavenly Court were everywhere, which was caused by his sword.

Looking down from such a high vantage point, it felt as if a celestial king had descended upon the land.

"I said, if I don't agree, your demon race can forget about defying fate. You owe my human race countless blood debts that you haven't repaid yet, and you think you can just walk away? Absolutely not. Since you've lost, then you should repay your blood debts properly, all the way until the immeasurable calamity."

Ye Yang's voice carried far and wide, and all the saints in the heavens, seeing this, knew that the battle of the Heavenly Court was over.

"Alas, in the end, the demon race has lost. It seems that the fate of the demon race cannot be changed."

"I never imagined that even the sage's personal presence could not rewrite the fate of the demon race. It must be said that the Ancestor of Humanity was powerful."

"Let's disperse. The outcome is already decided, what's the point of watching?"

The celestial saints slowly departed, while Pingxin, at Zixiao Palace, laughed heartily and looked at Hongjun, saying:

"Hongjun, you see, you failed to scheme against the Ancestor of Humanity and were instead threatened by him. The Six Sages of the Heavens joined forces to rebel against the Heavenly Dao. This is the consequence of your scheming."

Hongjun's old face turned red. In the original trajectory, all the saints of the heavens would rather die than join forces to change the will of the Heavenly Dao, but Ye Yang's arrival changed everything.

"Hmph, Pingxin, don't be so smug. Do you really think my scheme is over? The real scheme has only just begun."

Pingxin was stunned the moment she heard about Hongjun's painting:

"What do you mean by that?"

With a chuckle, Hongjun looked at Pingxin:

"The moment the Sword of Heaven appeared, I knew that the demon race would lose this battle. Heh, no matter whether there is a sage in charge, the outcome of the demon race's battle to change its fate was already predetermined."

Hongjun slowly looked at Pingxin and said:

"The Lich Tribulation was their final destination, yet they dare to push their luck. Even if the Ancestor of Humanity doesn't intervene, I will."

Pingxin, who was standing to the side, was also stunned as she listened. She only heard Hongjun say:

"Don't worry, the real scheme has only just begun. The Ancestor no longer has any threatening weapons; it's time for him to pay the price."

Heh, raising a sword to attack the heavens? What audacity! This is the primordial world, a place governed by the Heavenly Dao.

The Demon Clan Heavenly Court, Emperor Jun, and Donghuang Taiyi all stood behind Nuwa. At this moment, Nuwa was entangled in endless karma, while the Human Ancestor Ye Yang was also covered in black threads.

"Great Sage, what should we do now?"

Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi were very unwilling at this moment. This should have been a battle against the heavens for the demon race, but how did it turn into a battle for the human ancestor to prove his Dao? It was really frustrating.

"Saint Nuwa, we are unwilling to accept this! Is there truly no chance for the demon race to change this?"

Di Jun's eyes were bloodshot, and he was very unhappy. The Jie Sect had fought its way out, the Wu Clan had fought its way out, and the Human Race had even broken free from the Heavenly Dao's scheme. Why was it that things were not the same for the Demon Race?

call--.

Nuwa, the Great Sage, took a deep breath and slowly said:

"Who says the demon race has no hope?"

Upon hearing this, Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi were overjoyed.

"Please give your orders, Great Sage. We are willing to risk our lives even if our souls are scattered."

All that could be seen was the Sage Nuwa stepping forward, looking at Ye Yang and saying loudly:

"Ancestor of Humanity, I must say you have impressed me greatly. You forced the six great sages to unite, you forced the Heavenly Dao to compromise, and you also forced the demon race to have no chance to turn the tide. You are indeed powerful, but..."

Nuwa looked at the ancestor of humanity, who originally possessed endless karma, all bestowed upon him by the ancestor, which Nuwa had always remembered:

"But you almost forgot, this is the Lich Cataclysm. In this cataclysm, the Lich are the main protagonists, while you humans are just lowly beings."

Upon hearing this, Ye Yang chuckled and said:

"That's right, the human race is lowly, but they have driven your thriving race to a dead end. The demon race? Hehehe, they are nothing more than food for the human race in the future."

Suddenly his expression turned serious, Ye Yang said:

"What? You think you can turn the world upside down? As long as I'm here today, you won't succeed."

The endless blood debts owed have not yet been repaid, and the endless rage of humanity has not yet subsided. You think you can turn the tables? Even if it costs the entire human race everything, we will not let you succeed.

"Hmph, human, you underestimate this saint."

The demon-summoning banner lit up instantly, and Nuwa's voice seemed to pierce through the heavens and the earth:

"Ancestor of Humanity, let's get to the bottom of this. You have bestowed upon me all the karma I have accumulated, forcing me to face this calamity in the body of a saint. How can you possibly escape unscathed? You shall face this calamity with me."

Nuwa roared loudly:

"The Lich Calamity, let it unfold ahead of schedule. Since the Ancestor of Humanity is here, I, the Saint, will use the power of the Lich Calamity to annihilate you."

Rumble.

The moment Nuwa uttered her voice, the primordial land trembled. If even the power of a great calamity cannot kill you, then it is worth it to drag your entire race down with you.

"Descendants of the demon race, launch the final battle of the Lich-Demon Calamity, let the primordial mountains crumble and the earth split, let the ancestral witches be scattered and their souls dispersed, let the heavens and earth be filled with blood and gore, let the final battle of the Lich-Demon Calamity begin—."

(End of this chapter)