Primordial Era: A brick knocks Hongyun unconscious, and he seizes the throne at the start.

The moment the Zhou Tian Star Array and the Du Tian Divine Fiend Array both exploded, the entire Buzhou Mountain battlefield seemed to be paused.

Star fragments and Pangu's blood energy rained down, crashing onto the battlefield and creating clouds of blood mist. Taiyi, who was in charge of the formation, and the eight Ancestral Witches were sent flying like kites with broken strings, spewing out a rain of blood in mid-air, their auras extremely weak.

The backlash was too severe.

The old wound on Taiyi's chest, left by the God-Slaying Spear, completely ruptured, and golden demonic blood gushed out like a spring. He couldn't even hold onto the replica of the Chaos Bell, letting it fall and crash into the ground.

The eight Ancestral Witches fared even worse—they had burned their life essence to forcibly activate the incomplete Dutian Divine Fiend Formation, and now the formation was backfiring, directly damaging their very essence. Xuanming's ice law began to dissipate, Jumang's wood law withered, and Rushou's metal law dimmed…

Even a time-based ancestral witch like Zhu Jiuyin clutched his chest and knelt on one knee, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"The formation... how could this be..." He coughed up a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs. "Who... who was behind that interference..."

No one answered him.

Because the war is not over yet.

Although the great formation collapsed, the soldiers of the Lich and Demon races were still there.

Without the support of the formation, the demon race reverted to a rabble relying on sheer numbers, and the witch race returned to a primitive tribe that depended on brute force.

But this time, without the suppression of the formation, the battle became even bloodier and more brutal.

"kill--!!!"

It's unclear who shouted first.

The next moment, millions of demon soldiers and witch warriors clashed like a tidal wave! The dull thuds of swords striking flesh, the cracking of bones breaking, and the screams of the dying instantly engulfed the entire battlefield!

This is the most primitive hand-to-hand combat, the most savage slaughter.

With every breath, hundreds or thousands of lives fall.

Blood flowed into streams, and streams flowed into rivers, turning the ground on the northern slope of Buzhou Mountain into a dark red color.

And at this moment, on the edge of the battlefield.

Carrying the God-Slaying Spear, Lu Chen moved like a nimble mole through the mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

His goal was clear—the essence and blood of the Ancestral Witch.

When the great formation backfired just now, all eight ancestral witches were seriously injured, and their essence blood leaked out uncontrollably. Although they forcibly recovered most of it, a lot of it still splashed onto the battlefield.

This essence blood is highly poisonous to others—it contains the laws of the Ancestral Witches, and ordinary Great Luo Golden Immortals would die upon touching it.

But for Lu Chen, this was a treasure.

With the Chaos Brick protecting him, the powerful Law suppressing him, and the Three Lights Divine Water purifying him, he could safely collect it.

"The first drop, the essence blood of the Ice Ancestral Witch of Xuanming." Lu Chen squatted on a frozen ice surface, looking at the small clump of dark blue blood under the ice, and grinned.

With a gentle tap of the Chaos Brick, the ice shattered, and essence blood flew out, which he collected in a specially made jade bottle.

"The second drop, the essence blood of Jumang, the ancestral witch of wood." He turned around and pounced on a section of ancient tree that was growing wildly not far away—a strange phenomenon caused by Jumang's essence blood.

With a flick of the God-Slaying Spear, the tip precisely pierced the core of the ancient tree, drawing out a drop of emerald green blood.

"The third drop..."

"The fourth drop..."

Lu Chen was extremely efficient. In less than half an hour, he had collected six drops of Ancestral Witch Blood Essence, which came from Xuanming, Jumang, Rushou, Zhulong, Yanzi, and Shebishi respectively.

Only Zhujiuyin and Tianwu are still not in my possession.

But these two are the most difficult.

Although Zhu Jiuyin was severely injured, he was still the Ancestral Witch of Time, with an extremely keen sense of time. Lu Chen was detected as soon as he approached within a thousand meters of him, and was almost swept into a temporal turbulence.

Tianwu is in an even more troublesome situation—this Ancestral Witch of Wind is currently in a berserk state, surrounded by destructive gales, making it difficult to even get close.

"This is tough..." Lu Chen squatted behind a pile of corpses, looking at the two figures in the distance, his brows furrowed.

But soon, his eyes lit up.

Because the opportunity has arrived.

Zhu Jiuyin seemed to be too badly injured and could not hold on any longer. He knelt on one knee and began to heal himself on the spot. Tian Wu was surrounded by three demon saints. Although he would not die for the time being, he could not break free.

"Now!"

Lu Chen activated his full brick-escape technique and silently approached a hundred feet behind Zhu Jiuyin.

At this distance, the fluctuations in the laws of time can be clearly felt—the flow of time around Zhu Jiuyin is ten times slower than the outside world, and he is using this method to buy time for healing.

"Time slows down? Perfect." Lu Chen smiled and took out an item from the Qiankun Diagram—a replica of the "Hourglass of Time," which he had obtained from Fenbao Cliff.

He turned the hourglass upside down and started it.

"Buzz—"

The flow of time around Zhujiuyin suddenly changed from slowing down tenfold to... speeding up tenfold!

"Pfft!" Caught off guard, Zhu Jiuyin's healing was interrupted, and he spat out another mouthful of blood.

That's the opening in that one instant!

Lu Chen moved.

The God-Slaying Spear, like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, pierced towards Zhu Jiuyin's back! But the goal was not to kill him, but to force him to be distracted and defend himself!

As expected, Zhu Jiuyin sensed a fatal crisis and had no choice but to forcibly interrupt his healing, turning around and punching the tip of the spear!

"clang--!"

As their fists and spears clashed, Zhu Jiuyin staggered backward, his already severe injuries worsening.

And that's exactly what Lu Chen wanted—the instant Zhu Jiuyin turned around, he reached out with his left hand and collected all the drops of golden essence blood that had just splattered on the ground!

Time Ancestral Witch's essence blood, obtained!

"You…" Zhu Jiuyin's eyes widened as he finally saw the attacker's true face. "Lu Chen?! It's you—!"

"Senior, please take good care of your injuries. This junior will take his leave." Lu Chen grinned and made his escape using a brick-throwing technique.

Zhu Jiuyin wanted to give chase, but his injuries were too severe. He had just gotten up when he knelt down again, and could only watch helplessly as Lu Chen disappeared into the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood.

"Damn it..." he gritted his teeth.

At this moment, Lu Chen had already reached the vicinity of Tianwu.

This Ancestral Witch of Wind was being besieged by three Demon Saints—Ji Meng, Ying Zhao, and Fei Lian, the three remaining Demon Saints of the Demon Clan, who were all attacking Tian Wu at this moment.

Tianwu was surrounded by destructive gales, each wind blade capable of tearing through space. The three demon saints dared not take them head-on and could only fight back.

But Lu Chen could see that Tian Wu was already at his limit—he had a deep, bone-revealing knife wound on his chest, from which he was continuously losing vital essence and blood, and the power of the gale was gradually weakening.

"Add fuel to the fire." Lu Chen took out three "Wind-Fixing Talismans" from the Qiankun Diagram. These were produced by the Treasure Dividing Cliff and were specifically designed to counter wind-based magical abilities.

He flicked his finger, and three talismans transformed into streams of light, silently affixing themselves to Tianwu's back.

"Buzz—"

The gale around Tianwu suddenly weakened by 30%!

"An opportunity!" Ji Meng's eyes lit up, and he thrust his steel fork fiercely toward Tian Wu's throat!

Tianwu was shocked and tried to dodge, but due to the combined effects of his injuries and the Wind-Fixing Talisman, his movements were a beat slower.

"Pfft!"

A steel fork pierced his throat!

The Ancestral Witch of Wind has fallen!

Before his death, Tianwu's eyes flashed with resentment, anger, and a hint of... relief.

His body fell from the sky, exploding into a mass of pure wind law essence and a sky full of blood essence.

The three demon saints were about to collect their spoils—

A brick shadow flashed by.

Lu Chen appeared like a ghost, and with a single scroll of the Qiankun Diagram, he took away all of Tian Wu's essence blood and the origin of the laws!

"Thanks, all three of you. This credit goes to you, but the stuff is mine." He grinned and vanished into thin air.

Ji Meng and the other two stood there stunned for a long time before they reacted.

"That's... Lu Chen?!"

"He stole our spoils?!"

"Chase him! Kill him!"

But Lu Chen had already vanished without a trace.

At this point, all eight drops of Ancestral Witch's essence blood were obtained.

Lu Chen returned to his hiding place with satisfaction and began to take stock of his spoils.

The eight drops of essence blood correspond to the eight laws of ice, wood, metal, time, wind, thunder, lightning, and poison.

In addition to the power demon god's inheritance he had previously collected, and some fragmented insights into the laws he obtained from the Treasure Distribution Cliff...

"We can try to fuse them now." Excitement flashed in his eyes. "If I can fuse the nine laws into one, my Great Dao of Power may be able to advance further and touch the threshold of Hunyuan."

But he didn't rush into seclusion.

Because the "scavenging" work on the battlefield is not over yet.

The essence and blood of the Ancestral Witches were just an appetizer.

The real feast was the corpses of those fallen demon saints, demon gods, and great witches, along with the treasures they possessed.

Lu Chen shouldered the Qiankun Diagram, preparing to re-enter the arena.

But at that moment—

In the center of the battlefield, a deafening roar suddenly resounded!

The voice contained endless grief, despair, and... madness.

Lu Chen looked up, his pupils suddenly contracting.

Gonggong and Zhurong, having somehow broken free from the shackles of their inner demons (or rather, been completely controlled by them), burst out of their secluded cave and charged straight towards the main peak of Buzhou Mountain!

"Oh no!" Lu Chen's expression changed drastically. "These two lunatics are going to crash into the mountain!"

He guessed right.

Completely controlled by their inner demons, Gonggong and Zhurong had only one thought at this moment—

Since the Wu Clan is doomed, let the entire prehistoric world perish with them!

The fastest way would be to break Mount Buzhou.

These two peak Ancestral Witch experts burned their last bit of essence, transforming into two streams of light that crashed fiercely into the main peak of Buzhou Mountain!

The heavens and earth changed color in response.