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

Chapter 220 The Captured Future

The battle at Tianhuo Mountain is raging fiercely!

Zhu Rong was fighting five people alone, and it was very difficult for her, especially against Zhu Long, who infuriated her.

His fighting style is just like an eel, slippery and elusive.

Moreover, it was not weak in terms of interference and attack, leaving Zhu Rong exhausted after a short battle. He didn't know where to use his strength and was extremely frustrated.

Meanwhile, Di Lin attacked with incredible ferocity and was also incredibly tough. The defensive capabilities of his Qilin true form were no weaker than those of his Ancestral Witch true form, and he withstood several of Di Lin's attacks without sustaining any serious injuries.

These old guys from the three innate races who have survived to this day are truly all remarkable; each of them has their own strengths, which manifest in different aspects.

Zhu Rong grew increasingly enraged as the battle raged on. In a fit of anger, he unleashed the Heavenly Fire Banner, channeling the power of the Great Dao's rules into it.

In an instant, heavenly fire filled the entire sky, its attack indiscriminately attacking friend and foe alike. Some of the heavenly fire descended and also injured the witch clan's own people.

Some people with low cultivation levels were instantly burned to ashes by the heavenly fire, returning to the world without leaving anything behind.

At this moment, Di Lin and Yuan Jin's attacks arrived. The three of them used their spiritual treasures to release Phoenix True Fire from the outside. Di Lin transformed into his true form, and the Qilin stepped into the sky, suppressing everything.

However, Zhu Rong completely ignored the attacks from Di Lin and the others, and took the blow with her Ancestral Witch True Form.

Then, his energy locked onto Zhulong and launched a fierce attack. He no longer cared about winning or losing; all he wanted was to kill this mudfish. It was disgusting.

"You mudfish, come and die!"

Zhulong was greatly alarmed, but after seeing Zhurong's disdainful gaze, it stopped hiding and launched an attack instead.

After all, everyone is at the mid-stage of Quasi-Saint level. If they hide for too long, they will really think they are weak and easy to bully, and that they can only launch sneak attacks.

The vertical pupils of the Candle Dragon closed, and the power of time burst forth, eventually transforming into a millstone covered with countless Dao patterns, which pressed down on Zhu Rong.

Zhu Rong sensed a power that had swept across eternity and suppressed time and space, but instead of retreating, he advanced, shouting, "Well done!"

He then unleashed a punch, the power of the Great Dao's rules transforming into a fire-shaped giant. The giant soared into the sky, charging towards the Time Mill.

"boom!"

The massive ripples from the collision spread out like rings of light, and some of the mountains that collided were instantly reduced to dust by the heavenly fire.

Some living things seem to have gone through a cycle of reincarnation, from birth to death, without any pain, just like they truly die of old age.

The two clashed without a clear winner, but then engaged in close combat, fighting fiercely and exchanging blows. In just a few rounds, one of them was injured.

As time went on, Zhulong gradually lost ground. Although both were at the mid-stage of Quasi-Saint, Zhurong's cultivation was on the verge of a breakthrough. Zhulong, on the other hand, had only broken through to Quasi-Saint status with Yinglong's help, so how could he possibly compare?

Seeing this, Di Lin, Yuan Jin, and the others seized the opportunity and charged in again, joining the fierce battle and sharing some of the burden with Zhulong.

The battle between the two became one against many again, and that feeling of frustration returned, making Zhu Rong extremely uncomfortable.

Because Zhulong and the others knew very well that none of them could defeat Zhurong, and the possibility of defeat was very high.

The power of the Ancestral Witches is beyond doubt, and Zhu Rong is the best among them. The main reason is that the true forms of the Ancestral Witches are truly difficult to deal with, filled with the power of the Great Dao and incredibly tough.

Only a protracted battle could exhaust Zhu Rong, firstly to prevent him from providing support, and secondly because when he was exhausted, that would be the day he perished.

In another dimension, Donghua Shanshi Yuanyang quietly watched this scene, showing no intention of intervening.

"Although Zhulong and the others' method is not the best, it is the most effective. The three tribes' armies are far stronger than the Wu tribe's army. As long as they can hold off Zhurong, defeat is only a matter of time."

"And who knows, Zhu Rong might have to stay here today too. He's fierce as he is, but who knows how long he can hold out!"

Donghua watched this war, which was already a foregone conclusion, and felt utterly bored.

He was certainly pleased that the three clans were victorious, but this fighting style also indirectly showed that the Purple Mansion still lacked someone capable of standing alone.

Or perhaps the person who can stand alone in the Purple Mansion has not yet truly matured.

Whether it's Haotian, Da Siming, or Yun Zhongjun, as long as these individuals break through to the mid-stage of Quasi-Saint, the shortcomings of the Purple Mansion will be completely made up.

At that time, the Purple Mansion was a true behemoth, a power that surpassed the Lich and Demon races in every aspect.

Just as Donghua was deep in thought, a sudden change occurred in one of the battle scenes.

It was the battle between Prince Changqin and the Heavenly Dragon Ancestor.

Before Changqin could react, he was struck squarely by the Heavenly Dragon Ancestor's punch, which sent him flying an unknown distance before crashing to the ground.

A mouthful of the Great Witch's true blood gushed out uncontrollably, while the surging power of the Great Dao within his body continued to damage his true form, making it difficult for him to even move.

But the Heavenly Dragon Ancestor showed no mercy, and once again pressed forward, unleashing a punch accompanied by the power of the Great Dao. His powerful quasi-saint magic surged up layers of giant waves, directly sealing off that area of ​​heaven and earth.

One punch can subdue heaven and earth!

This is a sure-kill move, and an unsolvable one. Not to mention the current Crown Prince Changqin, even if he were uninjured, he might not be able to withstand it.

This scene also caught Zhu Rong's eye. He angrily punched away several people and was about to step forward to protect Changqin.

Although he was strict with Changqin, he genuinely loved his son. Though he didn't say it, Changqin was always his pride.

"Time reversed!"

Just as Zhu Rong was about to step forward, the Zhulong that had been driven back stepped forward again, its vertical pupils opening wide, unleashing terrifying power of time, which transformed into the Wheel of Time that suppressed heaven and earth.

In desperation, Zhu Rong threw a punch to rescue Chang Qin, but he underestimated Zhu Long's attack. As soon as Shi Lun made contact, it instantly turned Zhu Rong's attack into nothingness, and then Shi Lun continued to move forward.

Zhu Rong grabbed the long zither and was about to retreat, but the Wheel of Time had already reversed the flow of time, and the long zither in Zhu Rong's hand gradually vanished.

Although he and Changqin were only a short distance apart, they were separated by different times and spaces, so he naturally couldn't catch Changqin.

In the real world, the Heavenly Dragon Ancestor's attack arrived as expected, piercing through the Great Witch's true form with a single punch, and then penetrating the Great Dao. Changqin, amidst unwilling gazes, turned into specks of light, dissipating between heaven and earth, and returning to the embrace of the Father God.

When Zhu Rong understood all this, she angrily punched the Wheel of Time, shattering it and returning to the real world. But it was too late. As soon as she returned, she witnessed this scene.

He roared in despair, "No!"

At that moment, Zhu Rong's heart seemed to break!

He thought of many things. Changqin was his son, a son he had conceived over countless years using his own ancestral witch blood. He was also an attempt by the witch clan to expand their population.

But this son was nothing like him, nor did he seem to be a member of the witch clan. He often traveled around, playing music and flutes.

But he was still his son, bound by blood. Changqin loved music, so he traveled to Yaoshan to collect phoenix wood and made a zither for him.

Memories of the past gradually surfaced before his eyes, causing Zhu Rong immense heartache and resentment.

But no matter how unwilling he was, the Crown Prince Changqin was dead, leaving nothing behind—that was an undeniable reality.

Zhu Rong glared at everyone present with hatred, then heavenly fire ignited around him, and terrifying pressure from the Great Dao permeated the entire area. He activated his Ancestral Witch True Body, and the Heavenly Fire Banner shot towards Zhu Long like a streak of light. Then, he forced everyone back with a punch!

He then mustered his strength and launched a punch at the Heavenly Dragon Ancestor.

He only wanted revenge!

Under the oppressive attack of a mid-stage Quasi-Saint, the Heavenly Dragon Ancestor had no time to react. He instinctively tried to fight back, but it was to no avail. In his terror, he was blasted into nothingness, and his Great Dao collapsed.

After doing all this, Zhu Rong looked around the entire area. Everywhere he looked, there were the bodies of the tribe's sons, with severed limbs scattered across the mountains. Yet they did not retreat. They continued to resist and attack, ready to die for their cause.

However, no matter how strong one's fighting spirit, it is still futile against absolute strength.

The Wu tribe was surrounded by the three tribes' armies. Several people fought against one person, and they were killed without any chance to fight back.

At this moment, Zhu Rong felt an immense sorrow. He felt no satisfaction after taking revenge, only helplessness and an unnamed pain.

"Since it's pointless, let's die together, my comrades! I, Zhu Rong, have wronged you!"

Then, the Great Dao circulated throughout his body, and the power of rules surged forth from his true form. With the help of his magical power, the powerful turbid evil energy swept across the sky.

Zhu Rong is about to self-destruct!

This was something no one had expected, as the battle was far more brutal than anticipated.

Zhulong and the others immediately realized what was happening and tried to open the River of Time to escape, but it was too late.

Zhu Rong's power of the Great Dao rules had already locked onto several people and sealed off space and time. Even in his dying moments, he wanted to take a few people down with him.

"Haha, you bunch of mudskippers and worthless birds, you'll all be buried with me!"

Seeing that escape was hopeless, Zhulong and the others began to focus on fighting back, frantically activating their spiritual treasures and unleashing their full power.

Since we can't escape, let's fight!

"What do you think is the significance of this battle?" Donghua, existing in this time and space, asked the person next to him.

"I don't know what the point is, but you know I don't like war. If I could, I hope there would never be war again in this world!"

Donghua smiled and said, "Is this the greatest significance?"

"You mean war is for the sake of no more war?"

Donghua nodded and said, "That's what I mean, because I don't like war either."

"So this war should end!"

After Donghua finished speaking, he jumped out of the space-time dimension and came to the battlefield, then pointed out with a finger.

This finger strike didn't cause any earth-shattering noise, only a restrained radiance, accompanied by the power of the Great Dao.

With this gesture, the power gathered by Zhu Rong was suppressed, and the entire battlefield seemed to shatter like a mirror, returning to the moment when the Heavenly Dragon Ancestor was about to kill Chang Qin.

Donghua pointed his finger again, dispersing the Heavenly Dragon Ancestor's attack.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were filled with confusion and bewilderment, as if they did not understand what had happened.

"Zhurong, the Ancestral Witch, it's been a long time!"

Donghua stepped forward and greeted Zhurong, then reached out and grabbed Changqin, which appeared beside him.

"Brother Changqin, do you think what I just said is correct?"

Changqin lowered his head and shook it, saying, "Perhaps the Eastern King is right, or perhaps he is wrong. Changqin is too ignorant to know the answer!"

Donghua laughed and said, "That's alright. You'll have plenty of time to find the answer to this question."

Changqin nodded and then fell silent.

Zhu Rong asked, puzzled, "Were we in an illusion just now?"

Donghua replied, "It is an illusion, yet it is not an illusion. It is a segment I extracted from the river of time and space, and it is also a possible future scenario, a scenario in which I am not present."

"I used my power of spacetime to bring you here, so you could experience it."

At this point, everyone realized that the situation where the group was preparing for a desperate battle had never actually happened.

They were overjoyed. When Zhulong and the others saw Donghua appear, they thought they could finally show off in front of His Majesty.

"The victor is king, the loser is villain. Kill me or torture me, it's all up to you!" Zhu Rong's face was ashen, and he didn't say anything about self-destruction or resistance, because it would be futile in front of Dong Hua, even if it was just a benevolent corpse.

Donghua waved his hand and said softly, "Fellow Daoist Zhurong, there's no need for that. Changqin and I are fellow Daoists and friends. Moreover, when I encountered danger in Xikunlun, Fellow Daoist Zhurong went to great lengths to help me. I have always remembered this kindness, and today I will repay it."

"Although the time fragment we just saw is only one possible future scenario, I still hope that Fellow Daoist Zhurong will not act so impulsively. The Father God and the Great Dao have given us life, and cultivation is not easy. We should think twice before we act."

"I also hope that this memory can truly help Fellow Daoist Zhurong."

After hearing this, Zhu Rong remained silent, turned around to look at the tribal warriors on the battlefield, and let out a long sigh.

"I, Zhurong, am willing to withdraw from the south, but as the ancestral witch of the Witch Court, I must participate in the war between the Purple Mansion and the Witch Court, and I am willing to die for the Witch Clan. My will is unwavering!"

"This time, it is I, Zhurong, who owes you, Donghua. If you have any requests in the future, please feel free to ask, and I, Zhurong, will certainly not refuse."

After Zhu Rong finished speaking, he put away the Heavenly Fire Banner, commanded the Wu Clan to retreat, and left Tianhuo Mountain without saying a word.

"Senior, Changqin will also take his leave. Thank you for saving my life!"

Changqin bowed deeply to Donghua, then left with the Zhurong witch clan.

With Zhu Rong's departure, the war in the south came to an end!

With a casual gesture, Donghua summoned the Five Primordial Banners, which flew out of the sky and landed back in his hand.

"You shall clean up the battlefield, properly collect the remains of our fallen brothers, and transport them back to the Purple Mansion to enjoy the offerings of all beings there!"

Everyone answered in unison, "As you command!"

After Donghua finished speaking, he left immediately!

Meanwhile, Zhulong and his forces began directing the army. Some cleared the battlefield, while the majority advanced southwards towards Tianhuo Mountain, closely following the retreating Zhurong. They aimed to occupy the southern cities and tribes, and begin to take control of the entire southern territory!

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