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

Chapter 218 Fighting for the Successor of the Purple Mansion

Watching Emperor Taiyuan leave, Donghua couldn't help but think of a saying: "Radish and stick, it's timeless."

In fact, Donghua didn't think much of what Taiyuan had done. He just took the opportunity to give a few pointers and to sound a warning to everyone in the Purple Mansion, so that they would lower their arrogance and haughtiness.

After spending some time alone in the palace, Donghua left. He was going to find the Queen Mother of the West because their relationship had become incredibly close and progressed rapidly since their last kiss.

The main reason was that the Queen Mother of the West had become gentler. She no longer had the attitude of a quasi-saint or powerful being in front of him, but acted like an ordinary female immortal. He enjoyed this feeling.

When Donghua arrived at the training ground, the Queen Mother of the West and the Nine Heavens Mystic Maiden stood side by side, swords in hand, directing the army as they practiced formations.

They were truly dashing and had a unique charm!

As soon as Donghua arrived next to the Queen Mother of the West, he naturally reached out and took her hand, gently stroking and caressing her soft skin.

Suddenly, the Queen Mother of the West remembered that kiss from before, and she felt weak all over and her face turned red with embarrassment.

"Greetings, Your Majesty!"

The goddess Xuan Nu, oblivious to everything, interrupted them. The Queen Mother of the West then opened Dong Hua's hand.

"Mystic Maiden, no need for such formalities. It's been several days since I last saw you. Why hasn't your cultivation improved much? Have you been slacking off and not practicing properly?"

Xuan Nu rolled her eyes at Dong Hua, staring intently without saying a word.

We haven't seen each other for three days, how are you going to break through your cultivation level? You can't pick a fight like this!

The two stared at each other, neither willing to give in.

The Queen Mother of the West chuckled and pulled Donghua away from there.

After leaving the training ground, the two walked slowly along the Buxian Mountain range, on the snow-covered peaks.

"Brother, when do you plan to launch a full-scale attack on the Lich and Demon races?"

Donghua held west Wangmu's hand, his other hand unconsciously wrapping around her waist, but his face remained expressionless.

"Just recently, I had Ran Deng prepare a manifesto. The day the manifesto is released will be the day of the final offensive."

"However, this time I intend to leave one side open, giving both races a chance to survive and preventing them from fighting to the death. The day before yesterday, I ordered the Dragon Clan to withdraw from the North, cross the Four Seas and enter the South. The Dragon and Phoenix will join forces to pacify the South first."

"It's estimated that by the time the South is pacified, Ran Deng's manifesto will have been completed!"

The Queen Mother of the West nodded in agreement and said, "Brother's words make sense. The base of the Wu and Yao races is too large. If we continue to fight head-on, the Purple Mansion will definitely not be able to withstand it."

"Fortunately, our current top strength has surpassed that of the two races. The outcome of this war will ultimately depend on the top combat power, that is, the contest between quasi-saints."

"Brother, can we... um~"

Before the Queen Mother of the West could finish speaking, her entire body went limp, and she leaned against Donghua.

Because just as she was speaking, a hand had somehow already climbed up to the top.

Donghua lowered his head and kissed him, because he had already fallen in love with the feeling.

And the Queen Mother of the West is responding actively!

The two shared a passionate kiss atop Mount Buxian!

"collapse!"

A faint sound rang out, as if something had broken or fallen.

"Brother~"

Donghua said tenderly, "Junior sister, I have heard that people born after death reproduce by the union of yin and yang. I think we need a child too. Even that bastard Dijun has ten. How can I, Donghua, be inferior to others?"

The Queen Mother of the West was at a loss and quickly said, "That is the fusion of the Great Dao, the primordial spirit... um~"

Before he could finish speaking, the Pure White Lotus bloomed with light, standing gently atop the mountain peak. Wherever the light shone, even gods and humans could not enter.

"Thump!"

It looks like something has fallen to the ground!

A beautiful Daoist chant resounded from the tranquil Buxian Mountain, as the Great Dao of Yin and Yang traversed the Buxian Mountain range.

At this moment, all things come into being!

Countless beings have been born as a result, and countless creatures have been given intelligence.

A fierce battle for the successor of the Purple Mansion was fought on the summit of Mount Buxian. The battle was brutal and lasted for an unknown period of time, with screams echoing throughout.

In the end, this battle ended after the deaths of hundreds of millions of people!

……

The peaceful and tranquil days seemed to be gone forever. As time flowed by, the Purple Mansion army seemed to stir again.

The Dragon Clan and its affiliated sea races completely withdrew from the north, entered the North Sea, and headed south, leaving the South Sea and entering the south, where they met up with Phoenix Ancestor in the center of the southern continent.

"No matter how many times I come to the South, this place is truly unpleasant to me, it makes me feel disgusted and uncomfortable!" Zhulong stepped forward and began to talk to Yuan Jin of the Phoenix Clan.

"You old fool, how dare you say if you don't want to come, then don't come? Do you expect me to beg you?" Yuan Jin's words were anything but polite to Zhu Long.

Zhulong chuckled mockingly, "You think I came here willingly? I only came because I saw you couldn't even take down a mere Zhurong, so I came to ask if you're capable. If not, I'll bring my men."

Yuan Jin snorted coldly and said, "You talk as if your Dragon Clan has conquered the North. Weren't you blocked by Gonggong and unable to advance an inch? You still have the nerve to come to my South?"

The two laughed heartily at this point and said nothing more, as if all the unpleasantness of the Longhan era had vanished with that laugh.

But then again, the three races that once dominated the primordial world and ruled over all the heavens and the universe have all fallen into decline. Now they can't even defeat one of the ancestral witches. What's the point of arguing? Continuing to fight will only make them a laughing stock!

"Elder Yuan Jin, I have come to the South on His Majesty's orders to join forces with your clan and the Fire Palace, to repel Zhu Rong, and to take over the South in one fell swoop," Zhu Long explained his purpose.

Yuan Jin nodded and said, "Yes, I have received His Majesty's orders, but we still need to wait for one more person before we can launch the final attack."

Zhulong asked in confusion, "Who else are we waiting for? Although our two clans have declined, if we join forces, taking down the Zhurong tribe should be a piece of cake, right?"

Just as Yuan Jin was about to say something, he saw a golden light descend from the horizon.

"It's him? I didn't expect His Majesty to send him as well. Today is truly a grand occasion. Even if Zhu Rong is defeated, he will still be glorious."

As soon as Zhulong finished speaking, a large number of people descended; they were from the Qilin clan.

"Di Lin, I didn't expect you old codger to still be alive. Didn't I hear you had perished?"

The first member of the Qilin clan stepped forward, glanced disdainfully at Zhulong, and said, "How dare you call me Emperor Qilin? Among the three clans, I was born much earlier than you, and my seniority is higher."

"Elder Yuan Jin, it's been many years, and you're still as robust as ever."

Yuan Jin laughed and said, "Elder Di Lin, it has indeed been a long time. I haven't seen you since your clan went into seclusion."

Actually, compared to the Dragon Clan, the Phoenix Clan and the Qilin Clan have a better relationship, and they even joined forces to fight against the Dragon Clan in the past.

After all, the Dragon Clan was indeed powerful back then. Whether in terms of high-end combat power or overall strength, it was stronger than the Phoenix Clan and the Qilin Clan.

After some casual conversation, the group got down to business!

"Elder Yuan Jin, Elder Di Lin, now that our Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin clans are all gathered together, it can be considered a great honor for Zhu Rong. I wonder what the plans are for the upcoming war?"

Di Lin nodded and asked, "We are guests, so let's follow the host's lead. Elder Yuan Jin, please command this battle, what do you say?"

Zhulong spoke up, "Alright, I agree!"

Yuan Jin quickly cupped his hands in greeting to the two men, and then said, "I am ashamed to have been entrusted with such a task by you two great masters, but since it is before the battle, I will not refuse. I will apologize to you two after the battle."

"Just as Fellow Daoist Zhulong said, now that our three clans of Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin have gathered together, we are truly giving Zhurong face. This is also a battle we can win, and we can't possibly lose."

"Therefore, I intend this war to be unstructured, with each tribe fighting its own battle, and the three tribes advancing together to strike directly at Zhu Rong's lair, Tianhuo Mountain, and engage him in a decisive battle there."

"In this battle, we do not seek to annihilate the enemy, but only to win. To defeat Zhu Rong is to win, and to take the south is to win!"

As soon as Yuan Jin finished speaking, he received the support of Zhulong and Dilin, because there was indeed no suspense in this battle. Unless the Witch Court sent reinforcements and other Ancestral Witches to support them, the Purple Mansion would definitely win!

"Very well, since neither of you fellow Daoists has any objections, then I will temporarily assume the duties and begin issuing commands!"

After Yuan Jin finished asking the question, he looked at Zhu Long and the other two. Once their positions were determined, no one could disobey military orders, otherwise they would be executed. Even Zhu Long, who was in the mid-stage of the Quasi-Saint realm, was no exception!

Both men said simultaneously, "Give the order!"

"Alright, in this battle, we will not distinguish between the front, middle, and rear armies. All three tribes will advance together from the east, west, and north, leaving the south open to allow the Wu tribe to withdraw and return to Buzhou."

"Zhulong, lead the dragon race and the sea creatures of the four seas to march from the east, straight to Tianhuo Mountain!"

"yes!"

"Di Lin, lead the Qilin Clan and the Fire Palace Divine Fire Army from the west, straight to Tianhuo Mountain!"

The Qilin clan is small, and its own manpower is simply insufficient to support a major battle. That is why Yuan Jin sent an army from the Fire Palace to help. The Divine Fire Army is a major army of the Fire Palace besides the Phoenix Clan.

"yes!"

Yuan Jin nodded and said, "We'll leave the North to our Phoenix Clan. After all, we've been neighbors with Zhu Rong for so many years, so we should see him off before we part ways."

"Ha ha……"

The group laughed heartily, having no complaints about Yuan Jin's arrangement, nor would they ever complain, since he had reserved the strongest position for them.

……

The three men led their large army from the center, experiencing over a hundred battles along the way, and were finally about to meet at Tianhuo Mountain.

Meanwhile, in the Tianhuo Mountains, Zhu Rong was leading his subordinate shamans and the soldiers of various tribes to inspect the defensive formations, weapons, and armor of Tianhuo Mountain, actively preparing for the final battle. It seemed that Zhu Rong was only willing to leave after a fight.

However, it's understandable. After all, the South is their old stronghold, territory they took from the demon race. They can't just run away without doing anything.

"Gentlemen, how are the preparations?"

"Reporting to the Ancestral Witch, all departments are ready, and the soldiers who were withdrawn from the front lines have recovered and are ready to fight at any time!"

Zhu Rong laughed heartily and said, "Good, not bad! The Purple Mansion wants to pacify the South in one battle, and they've actually sent the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin clans. They really have a big appetite! If they want to take over our South, I'll make sure they break a tooth!"

"That's right, that's right, Lord Ancestral Witch is right. I also want to know how much fighting power these three primordial races still have left, and see if these fodder can withstand my punch!"

The group of subordinates were highly motivated and looked ready to fight to the death. It's true that like leader, like subordinates.

Changqin, who was standing to the side, tried to say something several times, but he didn't say anything because he was afraid. He was really afraid of Zhu Rong, and afraid of his father.

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