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

Chapter 253 Houtu is no longer a witch, the final battle

The situation in the primordial world was turbulent and unpredictable. The whole world fell into a kind of calm, but beneath this calm, an even greater war was brewing.

Everyone in the prehistoric world understood that the war between the Purple Mansion and the Witch Clan was about to begin. This war, which would determine the future of the prehistoric world and who would rule it, was about to start.

During this period, all the powerful beings in the prehistoric world closed their mountain gates, unwilling to participate in this war. Even the Three Pure Ones closed Kunlun Mountain, focusing on breaking through to the Quasi-Saint and Primordial Realm, compiling their own scriptures and doctrines, and devoting themselves wholeheartedly to their own path.

Jieyin and Zhunti further sealed off the entire West, and the continent was covered by a kind of golden light. The sound of Sanskrit chants resounded throughout the continent, and within the Sanskrit chants was their Tao.

After escaping from the starry sky, Changxi didn't know where to go for a while, so she could only travel around the prehistoric continent.

Even the immense power of the calamity between heaven and earth has fallen into some indescribable state, seemingly at its peak, yet also seemingly slowly fading away.

In fact, the power of the Great Calamity is indeed waning. This began after Taiyi's fall and Shenni's death. However, the power of the Great Calamity was so concentrated before that it was not obvious.

Changxi went to the East, South, and North. Although there were various conflicts in the East and South under the jurisdiction of Zifu, they were at least within a controllable range. In addition, Zifu's army had been frequently mobilized recently.

Some individuals and groups with ulterior motives tried to restrain themselves, not wanting anything to happen at this time that might provoke an attack from the Purple Palace.

However, the northern continent, which was uncontrolled, was filled with fighting and conflict, because all the demons had flocked there and engaged in various battles with the native tribes.

But it makes sense, considering the immense power of the demon race, with hundreds of millions of beings, how many people did Zi Fu and Bai Ze take away after surrendering?

Therefore, these demons could only flee in all directions, occupying mountains as kings. Most of them were at the level of Spirit Immortal or True Immortal, with the rest being Golden Immortal or Taiyi.

Most of the Great Luo Demon Gods were taken away by Bai Ze, while a small number surrendered to the Purple Mansion.

Some demons even fled to the west to escape the witch clan and the Purple Mansion, and sought refuge with Jieyin and Zhunti.

Another group was actually subdued by Nuwa. Actually, it can't be called subduing, because most of these demons were Nuwa's subordinates before, and now they have simply returned.

However, no matter what, the demon race has been scattered and no longer has the same cohesion as before. They fight their own battles and claim to be kings or saints.

In fact, this is something that all the great powers in the primordial world would like to see, since the concept of "demon" is too broad, and all living beings with spirits can become demons.

Therefore, as long as there is someone like Di Jun Tai Yi, the demon race can instantly return to its previous state, which is something no one wants to see.

In reality, such a thing is no longer possible, or rather, such a person is no longer likely to appear.

The most likely candidates now are Fuxi, Kunpeng, and Nuwa.

Nuwa has already become a saint, so it's impossible for her to unify the demon race and become the demon emperor. As for Fuxi, he has already joined the Purple Mansion, so it's impossible for him to do such a thing, although he is the most likely candidate.

The final Kunpeng is nothing to worry about!

Ever since the battle at Wanshou Mountain, he has been terrified of Donghua and would never dare to do such a thing.

This is actually why Donghua spared the remaining forces of the demon race.

Since we can't completely wipe out the demon race, we might as well not kill them at all, but instead divide and rule them, using the demon race to govern the demon race.

Moreover, as the Heavenly Emperor, he must have the ambition to encompass the four seas and devour the eight wastelands. As the greatest force in the world, how could he let the demon race go?

Changxi eventually went to Mount Tai, where her home was, but she never saw Houyi again.

But it makes sense, considering that the Witch Clan and the Purple Mansion are about to go to war. As a Great Witch, how could he possibly still be here?

The two were ultimately not meant to be!

"Chang'e, you're back!"

Just after Changxi arrived home, someone came to her door; it was her former neighbor.

The man said to himself, "It's a pity about Hou Yi. After you disappeared, he searched for you desperately. I heard he was injured by those bastards from the demon race and is still unconscious."

Changxi asked in shock, "What did you say? You said Yi was injured? Or was he injured by the demon race?"

The man said in confusion, "Don't you know? After you left that day, Hou Yi went to look for you. I heard that he was injured by the demon Taiyi and is still in a coma."

Upon hearing this, Changxi could no longer stay still. She immediately got up and flew to Mount Tai, entered the Netherworld from Mount Buqi, and met Hou Yi there.

Hou Yi's body was still majestic, but his primordial spirit had dissipated and his Great Dao had collapsed, leaving only his powerful true body. He was still unconscious and was sealed in the Netherworld by Hou Tu using the power of reincarnation.

Waiting for the final moment of resurrection!

Changxi trembled as she stroked Houyi's face, a pang of heartache welling up inside her.

"Yi, how could you be so foolish? I am Chang'e, also known as Changxi. You killed eight golden crows for me, and even then, we were destined not to be together. Why wouldn't you listen to me!"

At this moment, Changxi was filled with regret. If she had known things would turn out this way, she would not have returned to the Heavenly Court.

But since things had already come to this, there was nothing she could do. She had seen Hou Yi's injuries, and they were beyond human healing.

Changxi remained in the Netherworld, a world inhabited entirely by the Witch Clan, to stay by Hou Yi's side.

The Wu tribe also treated Changxi as if she didn't exist, automatically ignoring her existence.

……

On Mount Buzhou, everything had come to an end, as if nothing had changed, yet it also seemed as if a tremendous change had occurred.

Dijiang looked at the exhausted Houtu, a cold glint in his eyes, and then said in a deep voice, "Little sister, this matter is over. Go back to Mount Tai. Don't get involved in what happens next."

Houtu frowned and said angrily, "Elder brother, this is a moment of life and death for the Wu tribe. How could I abandon you? Even if we die, we will go together. If we really fail, then we will go to Father God's side to repent together!"

"No need!" Dijiang directly rejected Houtu's suggestion and then summoned the Seal of the Witch Clan's Destiny.

As Dijiang urged it on, the power of destiny permeated the seal, eventually manifesting a phantom image of Pangu.

"In the name of the Great Emperor of the Witch Court, I strip Houtu of her status as the Ancestral Witch, expel the Witch Clan, and from this day forward, Houtu is no longer a Witch. May Father God Pangu bear witness, and may Heaven bear witness!"

Dijiang's emotionless voice echoed across Buzhou Mountain.

As the words fell, the power of fortune on the seal rushed towards Houtu, like a black hole, stripping away the power of fortune from Houtu's body.

Houtu looked at Dijiang in disbelief. Although she knew that this was to protect her, she did not expect Dijiang to be so ruthless as to strip her of her status as a witch.

However, Dijiang did not stop. At a certain moment, as the phantom of Pangu rose into the sky, all the fortune belonging to the Witch Court on Houtu's body was stripped away.

Houtu's form was no longer that of the Ancestral Witch; she reverted to her previous demon god form, the Demon God Houtu.

"You may leave. From this day forward, the Witch Court has nothing to do with you. Houtu is Houtu, and the Witch Clan is the Witch Clan!"

Dijiang glanced resolutely at Houtu. He had no choice but to do this. He had to leave a true master for the Wu tribe, otherwise, if they lost, their tribe would be wiped out.

Houtu didn't say anything more. Her gaze lingered on her brothers around her, and after taking one last reluctant look at Buzhou Mountain, she left.

Watching Houtu disappear into the distance, Zhu Jiuyin sighed and said to Dijiang, "Brother, was it really necessary to do this?"

Dijiang stood with his hands behind his back, looking eastward, and slowly said, "My little sister must not get involved in this matter. She is our hope. Let us do this kind of thing that destroys heaven and earth."

Everyone fell silent. Gonggong looked at Buzhou Mountain, which looked the same as before, but in fact, its interior had been hollowed out, and the true power of the Great Dao had been extracted.

Mount Buzhou is no longer the pillar of heaven; it is now just an ordinary mountain range.

Zhu Rong bent down, stroked Buzhou Mountain with his hand, and said in a deep voice, "Do we still deserve to be called witches? What kind of witches are we? I feel like I'm a demon myself!"

Dijiang glanced at his brothers and said calmly, "As long as we win this battle, we will put the Pangu Palace back on Buzhou Mountain to continue suppressing the primordial land. There will be no problem with any of this."

"If we lose,..."

At this point, Dijiang said no more, and the scene fell silent. However, everyone understood the consequences of losing. For the Wu Clan, it would be an immense karmic burden, enough to ensure that the Wu Clan would never be able to recover, just like the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin clans of yesteryear.

Descendants are all repaying the karmic debts of heaven and earth; even newborns are burdened with the karmic force of heaven and earth.

And the witch clan will do the same!

"We will not fail!"

Dijiang left behind these words and flew back to the Heavenly Realm.

The remaining ancestral witches exchanged glances and then left Buzhou Mountain.

……

Since the last meeting, all forces in the Purple Mansion have been mobilized, and troops have been deployed everywhere. Even the Myriad Treasures Pavilion led by Randeng has taken action.

Everyone knew the importance of this battle, so no one dared to be careless.

In just a century, the Purple Palace amassed an army of tens of millions, marching towards the central Buzhou Palace from all directions.

The first to set off was actually an army led by the Southern Candle Dragon, who set foot in the central lands for the first time from the south.

Subsequently, the other armies also entered the central region of the primordial wilderness.

Meanwhile, the immense power of the calamity between heaven and earth began to converge, gathering from the other continents towards the central Buzhou Mountain, and finally hanging high above Buzhou Mountain.

Wherever the Purple Mansion army went, it encountered no real resistance, only resistance from some small tribes, but they were all wiped out by the Purple Mansion army, as if the Witch Clan had abandoned the entire Central Land.

After five hundred years of military campaigns, the six armies of the Purple Mansion finally assembled at Buzhou Mountain, surrounding the entire mountain from all directions.

Here, the ten ancestral witches of the Wu tribe gathered, and thousands of great witches led millions of Wu tribe warriors, standing in formation. The earth's turbid air surged and rolled, and a powerful fighting spirit soared into the heavens, with the aura of slaughter permeating the entire Buzhou Mountain.

The Purple Mansion army also formed ranks to surround them!

Tai Chi Yin Yang, the Three Powers and Four Symbols, the Five Elements and Six Harmonies, the Seven Stars and Eight Trigrams, the Nine Palaces and Ten Directions, and various other grand formations are too numerous to mention.

The Formation of Ten Thousand Immortals!

That's right, the great formation set up by the Purple Mansion is the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation, but it is no longer the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation set up by Donghua before. Instead, it is somewhat similar to the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation of the Jie Sect in later generations.

A series of combined attacks, one after another!

Instead of the Great Dao Transformation Ten Thousand Immortals Formation set up by Donghua, the main reason was that the previous Ten Thousand Immortals Formation was too wasteful of people, and the damage to the person who set up the formation was immeasurable.

That's why Donghua stopped the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation!

Later, he and Fuxi jointly developed the current Ten Thousand Immortals Formation, which is a combination of formations where the power of ten thousand immortals is no longer concentrated in one person, but is on the formation itself.

In this way, the power of the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation was naturally weakened, but it was good that it was not damaged at all.

In fact, this is the true formation. All the formations in the prehistoric world are like this. As for the four great innate killing formations, they are truly beyond standard formations, and they can't even be called formations.

Whether it's the Heavenly Capital or the Starry Sky, they all rely on the power of the primordial world's origin, not the power of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth. Even the Immortal Slaughtering Formation is no exception.

Although the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation does not rely on the power of the origin of heaven and earth, it does consume human resources. The ten thousand immortals who set up the formation last time by Donghua have not yet recovered.

"Recovering" means that you haven't broken through to the next level yet and are still stuck at the previous level.

Because the formation damaged his own essence, even though Donghua used the resources of the Purple Mansion, he has not yet been able to compensate these 10,000 immortals.

This is actually why Donghua has never launched a final battle.

What he feared was winning, but losing the duel between the Purple Mansion and the Lich King.

Such a victory was tantamount to defeat for him, because his goal was not to eliminate the lich, but to become the Heavenly Emperor and thus prove the Dao of Hunyuan.

But where is there a lonely Heavenly Emperor?

This is not a battle between him and the Twelve Ancestral Witches, but a confrontation between two forces.

Furthermore, don't underestimate the Twelve Ancestral Witches. They were able to deal with the demon race at its peak, so how could they really be without any tricks up their sleeves?

Moreover, Donghua was genuinely afraid that these scoundrels would self-destruct. The Twelve Ancestral Witches were born from the power of the Great Dao's rules, and their self-destruction was a self-destruction carrying the power of the Great Dao's rules.

Imagine how terrifying it would be if a highway were to explode right around you!

He didn't want to end up losing everything and dying together with these guys.

Just like the Lich and the Lich races back then, everyone thought they were the ultimate victor, but in the end, they were all losers.

Donghua stood atop the warship, clad in armor, his body radiating the power of the Great Dao, gazing at the great formation of the Witch Clan ahead.

He then leaped down and rode his mount, Gouchen, to the front of the battle.

"Fellow Daoists, it's been a long time!"

"Fellow Daoist Donghua, it's been a long time!"

Neither Donghua nor the Ten Ancestral Witches showed any sign of tension, as if they were having a meeting rather than a decisive battle.

But that makes sense, since there's no real deep-seated hatred between the two sides; it's just a conflict of principles.

The conflict between these liches was different; it was a genuine feud, and a deep-seated one at that.

Donghua's gaze lingered on Dijiang, and he said earnestly:

"Fellow Daoist Dijiang, since the beginning of the primordial world, it has experienced countless battles, from the great calamity of ferocious beasts after the creation of the world, to the destruction of the Kunwu Divine Dynasty, and the fall of countless innate saints, causing the heavens and earth to weep blood."

"Then the great war between the three races caused the earth, fire, water and wind to reappear in the world, and the immeasurable calamity almost came. Even the primordial world almost returned to chaos. Fortunately, the Ancestral Dragon and others realized this in time and suppressed the earth, water, fire and wind in the world again."

"Later, in the great war between immortals and demons, countless innate saints were slaughtered by Rahu, including your Wu clan and my Zifu. The Starry Sky Ziwei Emperor fell, and powerful ancestors such as Yin Yang Qiankun died in battle. It can be said that the losses were heavy."

"Later, the demon race rose up and conquered the primordial world, causing all races to decline, while your witch race rose up in the process, leading to the struggle between the witch and the demon race, and now we are in a three-way struggle."

At this point, Donghua sighed and stopped, as if he was thinking about something.

"I had no intention of becoming the supreme ruler of heaven and earth. I only wanted to guard my Purple Mansion, live in seclusion, and yearn for the Great Dao. But fate did not grant my wish. In the end, I entered the Great Tribulation and embarked on this path of vying for supremacy."

Dijiang snorted coldly and said, "Whether you have the ambition to dominate is not important. What's important is that you have the strength. With such a massive force as the Purple Mansion, how can we be at ease? Moreover, the Dao Ancestor has appointed you as the head of male immortals. All cultivators in the world need to pay homage to you, the head of male immortals. How can we ignore you?"

"So, what are you trying to say by saying all this?"

Donghua did not deny these things, because Dijiang was right. Although he would not die if he did not do stupid things, as long as the Purple Mansion existed, it would be feared by the Wu and Yao clans.

"Fellow Daoist Dijiang, although the primordial world is more perfect now, after so many wars, the whole world is already overburdened and urgently needs a true restoration. As people who are formed from the blood of the Father God, you are the direct descendants of the Father God. This is a problem that you cannot escape."

"Now we have gathered tens of millions of troops on both sides to fight a decisive battle here. This battle is even more intense than the war between the three races. If we are not careful, it is possible that the prehistoric world could be destroyed."

"I, Donghua, consider myself a magnanimous person. As long as you are willing to submit, we can jointly govern the Primordial World. I will manage the Primordial World Unity Council, and you will manage the Unity Council. We can discuss everything together."

"As long as we both put our hearts into it, we can definitely make the primordial world better and stronger. The outside world is vast, and chaos is vast. We don't know if there are other worlds besides the Western God Realm."

"We should broaden our horizons and look further ahead, instead of confining ourselves to the primordial world."

"Therefore, Fellow Daoist Dijiang, for the sake of the primordial world, are you willing to cease hostilities here? Let us shake hands and make peace, and from now on, you, Dijiang, and I, Donghua, will jointly govern the primordial world. What do you say?"

Donghua's words were spoken entirely from a moral high ground; frankly, it was moral blackmail.

But this was also his honest opinion, even though he knew that Dijiang would never submit to him.

But he still spoke out, hoping to seize the last chance and to fight to the death against the witch clan one last time.

In fact, Donghua really didn't mind governing the prehistoric world together with Dijiang, because his goal was to prove the Dao and to build up the prehistoric world.

As for the so-called power struggle, it doesn't exist at all. At their level, they just use their fists to speak, and there is no such thing as a power struggle.

As for the struggle for destiny after jointly governing the prehistoric world, that depends on each side's methods.

Moreover, when that time really comes, he has a thousand ways to torment Dijiang and make him willingly relinquish the fortune in his hands.

After all, when it comes to building up the primordial world, how could Dijiang, a member of the Wu tribe, possibly outdo him!

"impossible!"

As expected, Dijiang directly rejected Donghua's proposal.

However, Donghua's proposal still appealed to some members of the Wu tribe, and that was enough.

Dijiang slowly said, "It is impossible for us to coexist. What the Wu Clan wants is to dominate the primordial world. This is our way, because we are born in accordance with the rules of the Great Dao, and the rules are everything to us."

"But there are only so many divine positions in the world. Should we, the Witch Clan, take those positions, or should we let our subordinates take them?"

Donghua cursed inwardly. His psychological warfare plan had both succeeded and failed, and he had even been outmaneuvered.

He never expected that Dijiang, with his thick eyebrows and big eyes, would have such thoughts; appearances can be deceiving.

Donghua smiled and said calmly, "Who sits isn't important. We can discuss it. Besides, as the prehistoric world grows stronger, there will naturally be more divine positions. Everything can be arranged, everything can be arranged!"

"Fellow Daoist Dijiang, don't you agree?"

Upon hearing this, Dijiang laughed heartily, then exclaimed, "Donghua, Donghua, I never imagined you were not only powerful but also shameless. You should refrain from using such petty tricks."

"Now that both our armies are arrayed and ready, let's fight!"

Dijiang knew he couldn't win an argument with Donghua, so he might as well take action directly.

"Alas, I am willing to negotiate peace, but you, Dijiang, are willing to sacrifice countless men for your own selfish desires. What can I do? What can I do?"

Donghua shouted a word, then rode Gouchen slowly away from the front of the great formation.

Their conversation was overheard by both sides' armies, and only the two individuals themselves know what they thought afterward.

Di Jiang returned to the great formation with a gloomy face. He did not expect that he would be tricked by Dong Hua in the end. This person is really hateful!

With Donghua and Dijiang returning to their positions, the armies of both sides began to mobilize, and the various formations began to operate rapidly, with immortal light and earth's turbid energy filling the sky.

Their fighting spirit soared to the heavens!

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