Primordial Era: I really don't want to be the Heavenly Emperor!

Chapter 170 A Dazzling Demonic Power, Unrivaled in Slaughter

A person lives for a breath of air, even a Buddha would fight for a stick of incense!

If you can't cultivate a peaceful state of mind during your spiritual practice, then what's the point of cultivating the Tao or becoming an immortal?

This is what Donghua is thinking at this moment!

As the voice surged in, he could sense a pure demonic energy, and a wide demonic path awaited his arrival.

And he took that step!

So what if you become a demon?

If I am a demon, then all living beings are demons!

The Tao has never distinguished between high and low!

At this moment, Donghua was caught in a kind of obsession, believing that everything he understood was correct.

Little did they know that while the Tao itself has no inherent superiority or inferiority, people are divided into superior and inferior categories.

At that very moment, Yuqing Yuanshi made a dazzling appearance with Antarctica and Duobao.

But when Yuanshi saw the scene in the sky, he was slightly surprised. Had he come to the wrong place? Why had they stopped fighting again?

He then looked at Tongtian with a puzzled expression. Tongtian then transmitted his voice and gave a brief explanation of the situation.

Upon hearing this, Yuanshi looked at Nuwa in shock. He had never expected that his junior sister would have such a plan and wisdom, and that she would succeed.

Previously, I only knew that the opponent was highly skilled in combat, but I never expected that they would also be so clever in planning and scheming. Every calculation was done without leaving a trace, and they took advantage of the situation.

You really underestimated her!

But if I do that, wouldn't I have come for nothing?

Yuan Shi wasn't the only one with this idea; everyone felt that the battle was ending in such a dismal fashion.

Purple Mansion, invincible!

The Witch Clan: Neither victorious nor defeated!

Only the demon race seems to be the complete losers, because no one will release the sealed Taiyi and Dijun; on the contrary, they will strengthen the seal.

If the two of them were not present, the Heavenly Court of the Demon Race would naturally cease to exist.

Just as everyone was about to leave, beams of light gradually appeared between heaven and earth through the five flags, illuminating all directions.

The sound of the Chaos Bell emanated from the seal of the Five Banners, resounding throughout the heavens and the universe.

The bell rang, causing the waters of the four seas to surge back and rise into boundless waves.

The Chaos Bell rang nine times in succession, and as the last bell rang, the seal on the Five Banners was completely broken.

The five flags scattered in all directions, and finally flew together towards the place where Donghua was.

Two figures appeared in the arena: Donghuang Taiyi, who was sealed along with Chaos Bell, and Dijun, who was absorbed into his inner world.

At this moment, the two exuded an imposing aura, dominating all directions, and the aura they emitted was even stronger than that of Nuwa, who had just broken through to the peak of Quasi-Saint.

That's unbelievable!

"Empress Nuwa is truly shrewd and cunning, I admire her, Emperor Jun. But where does your behavior place me? You must know that I am the Heavenly Emperor!"

At this moment, Di Jun was dressed in black, and his overwhelming demonic energy swept across the sky, his demonic power was terrifying. Although Donghuang Taiyi was not quite there, he was just as powerful.

As the saying goes, one's appearance reflects one's heart, and the fact that the two of them were dressed in black at this moment is the best example of this.

Nuwa chuckled and said sarcastically, "Heavenly Emperor? Look at yourself now, do you still deserve that title? Besides, when did you become the Heavenly Emperor? You're more like the Demon Emperor, since you can't even mobilize the power of the Heavenly Dao."

"Does that mean I should kneel down to greet you, Di Jun, for entering the demonic path? What a joke! I can destroy a demon once, and I can destroy it countless times."

"So if you're not as skilled, go home and practice more; if you're not as good at planning, go and improve your brain. Don't embarrass yourself here!"

Nuwa showed no mercy to Dijun and did not take him seriously. She was arrogant and domineering, a stark contrast to her previous gentle demeanor.

It's hard to tell which one is the real Nuwa.

"You lowly servant, you're asking for death!"

Donghuang Taiyi roared angrily and charged at Nuwa with his bell.

Nuwa, wielding her red-sleeved blade, also charged forward!

The two instantly engaged in combat.

Di Jun ignored Nuwa completely, his eyes blazing as he looked at the crowd and arrogantly declared:

"You are all here today: Yuanshi, Tongtian, Jieyin, Zhunti, the Twelve Ancestral Witches, and Fuxi. Since you are all here, then witness my glory."

Yuanshi snorted coldly and said, "Junior sister is right. You really talk too much nonsense. Do you think you've become a Hunyuan just because you've entered the demonic path? You're nothing but Luo Hou's puppet. What's so arrogant about that!"

Meanwhile, Dijiang mocked, "Dijun, look at yourself now! You're truly disgusting. I, Dijiang, am deeply ashamed to be enemies with someone like you!"

"I, Dijiang, and my Wu clan are all sons of Pangu. Even if we die in battle, we will never become someone else's puppet. You, Dijun, have truly disappointed me."

Tongtian remained silent, but the Qingping Sword had already appeared in his hand, and he stood holding the sword.

Di Jun laughed maniacally, his eyes blazing with demonic flames, and shouted sharply:

"Yuanshi, what I can't stand most is your arrogant and haughty attitude, just like Ziwei back then. It's detestable and hateful. I will definitely tear your mouth apart with my own hands later!"

"What does it matter if it's the path of immortality or the path of demons? As long as it can provide me with power, it's all good."

Seeing that the battle was about to break out, the Queen Mother of the West picked up Donghua and flew towards the Purple Palace.

This kind of battle is beyond the reach of someone like her, a mid-stage Quasi-Saint. If Fuxi wants to join the battle, let him go. Anyway, she doesn't want to die!

Upon witnessing this scene, Di Jun casually threw two punches, charging towards the Queen Mother of the West.

The Queen Mother of the West, holding Donghua, hurriedly summoned the Kunlun Mirror to defend herself, but with just a simple punch, she sent the Kunlun Mirror flying and herself flying away as well.

Then Di Jun's other punch landed!

But this time, Tongtian made his move. With a single sword stroke, there was no grand Dao, only the ultimate sword intent.

A sword intent capable of cleaving the heavens!

A sword intent that cuts through the Heavenly Dao for my own use!

With a single sword strike, Di Jun's punch was instantly annihilated.

At this moment, Yuanshi also made his move. Holding the Pangu Banner in his hand, he unleashed a chaotic sword aura that struck towards Dijun's true form.

Jieyin, Zhunti, Dijiang, Fuxi, and Houtu all attacked together, heading straight for Dijun.

Seeing this, the Queen Mother of the West stopped interfering and picked up Donghua, flying towards the Purple Palace.

"Great Master of Fate, activate the Purple Mansion Island Protection Formation. Those below the Great Luo level must not show themselves or spectate the battle."

The Grand Master of Fate listened to the order in a deep voice and immediately directed everyone in the Purple Mansion to hide in the Three Islands and Ten Continents, instantly activating the great formation.

Meanwhile, the demons standing to the side were at a loss. They didn't know what to do, whether they could intervene, or who they should attack.

Upon seeing this, Kunpeng sighed and summoned the Demon Master's Palace, taking in all the demons below the Great Luo level.

The demon race's Grand Luo and Quasi-Saints stared in disbelief at the scene before them. They couldn't understand how His Majesty and the Eastern Emperor had fallen into the demonic path. Moreover, they were now enemies of almost all the powerful beings of the prehistoric world. What was going on?

"Demon Master, what do you think our demon race should do in the future?"

Bai Ze said in a deep voice. At this moment, he was deeply worried about the demon race. He didn't know why the Heavenly Court had fallen to such a state.

Kunpeng gazed at the battle in the sky, pondered for a long time, and slowly said, "I don't know. Let's see how Your Majesty and the Eastern Emperor fight. If they win, what about the demons? We will still dominate the prehistoric world."

"If we are defeated, our demon race will be doomed and have to live a life of humility. I do not believe they can kill us all."

Bai Ze gave a bitter smile and said, "Are they still our emperors? They're just puppets of Rahu. The path of cultivation is built step by step; how can there be power that comes for nothing?"

"If the demonic path were truly so wondrous, would it have fallen into decline? How could it have lost the war between immortals and demons?"

Upon hearing this, the demons all lowered their heads, their eyes filled with sorrow. Losing the war was not terrible; it was simply a matter of being outmatched.

But now that things have turned out this way, they really feel ashamed.

The Demon Saint Ji Meng sneered, "No matter what the circumstances, they will always be our Emperor and the Eastern Emperor. Without them, where would we be today, and where would the demon race be!"

"Since they have fallen into demonic possession, I will follow them. In any case, I, Jimeng, will only serve them for the rest of my life."

"Yes, that's right. No matter what, they will always be our pride, the creators of our demon race. I, Shang Yang, am willing to follow His Majesty and the Eastern Emperor forever, until death do us part!"

"Yes, it is me..."

At this moment, the confidence and pride of the demon race returned, changing their previous state of despondency.

There were no demons in the world originally. It is because of them that the demon race came into being. So does it matter what the demon race is?

Gods are demons, immortals are demons, and monsters are demons too!

So what's there to be afraid of!

Everyone's gaze was fixed on the battle in the sky, where Donghuang Taiyi held the Chaos Bell, his demonic power overwhelming, and the bell's sound lingering.

The laws of the sun, which were originally vast and radiant, were now pure black, but seemed to be even more powerful.

It's truly rare to see someone actually suppressing Nuwa, who is at the peak of the Quasi-Saint realm.

With a single punch, the Golden Crow True Fire mixed with demonic flames formed a blazing black and red sun that hurtled towards Nuwa, burning the sky wherever it passed.

Nuwa, wielding a red embroidered knife and standing on a map of mountains and rivers, unleashed a single slash, illuminating the heavens with divine light. Each strike was imbued with a chilling aura, yet also brimming with the power of life.

Although power is neither inherently evil, this situation is strikingly similar to a battle between good and evil.

The two attacked each other relentlessly, trading blows for blows, and never defended.

Only the ultimate killing power!

Meanwhile, Di Jun on the other side went even more recklessly, fighting six masters single-handedly, using the Hetu Luoshu for self-defense, and fighting only with his fists.

However, he was able to fight seven people alone and still maintain the upper hand, because at this moment, Di Jun's strength had exceeded that of a quasi-saint.

Each punch is a unified whole, a simple punch containing countless great principles, a unified whole, and most importantly, it is impossible to break through the defense.

Even though Yuanshi held the Pangu Banner, a supreme innate treasure, he could not break Dijun's current physical body. It was as if Dijun had already attained the Primordial Chaos, which was truly perplexing.

The group could only fight fiercely without a clear victor!

But in the next moment, Di Jun shouted, "Bring the gun!"

The God-Slaying Spear, which was absorbing endless blood and evil energy above the sea of ​​blood, trembled and was about to take off, but it stopped in front of Rahu.

Luo Hou took the God-Slaying Spear, gently stroked it a few times to release his own primordial spirit imprint, and patted the spear, saying, "Go, the Dao has its end, our fate ends here!"

The God-Slaying Spear trembled for a moment, then traversed time and space, instantly appearing in Di Jun's hand.

Di Jun stood holding a spear, unleashing boundless imperial fortune and demonic power, along with the God-Slaying Spear radiating red light.

At this moment, Di Jun was like a god or a demon!

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