Primordial Era: A God-Level Choice, Possessing Zhao Gongming at the Start

Chapter 98 Calculating the Power of the Sage Chaos Bell

Saints transcend worldly affairs, remain unblemished through countless eons, and are untainted by cause and effect. They cannot be insulted, much less be plotted against.

The two demon emperors of Heaven used the karma from that year to scheme against Nuwa, which already displeased her.

Nuwa doesn't want to help the demon race right now, but it's her brother who's asking for help.

Nuwa pondered for a while, then sent a telepathic message to Dijiang.

"Soul-capturing bell, do not disturb Fuxi!"

These mere ten words possessed immense and supreme authority, causing a flicker of fear in Dijiang's eyes, and he no longer harbored any intention to attack Fuxi.

After transmitting her message, Nuwa did not reply to Fuxi, but continued to preach without changing her expression.

For a sage, having one mind to do many things is not a problem. Even transmitting his voice to Dijiang will not affect his preaching at all.

In an instant, flowers rained down from the sky, golden lotuses sprang from the ground, and endless mysteries were scattered across the nine heavens!

After a while, seeing that Nuwa had not yet replied, Fuxi looked at Dijun and Donghuang Taiyi with a slightly embarrassed expression.

"Is Nuwa unwilling to help my demon race?"

Emperor Jun and Donghuang Taiyi felt a chill in their hearts.

"The girl is unwilling to help; perhaps she has some unspeakable reason."

Fuxi had a vague idea of ​​what was going on. He guessed that the girl was probably still angry because the two demon emperors had dragged him into the war between the witches and demons.

Upon hearing this, Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi's expressions darkened, and they waved their hands.

"My brother and I understand now; we beg Emperor Xi to comprehend the Dao."

Upon arriving here, the two demon emperors understood that this was the sage's dissatisfaction with their demon race.

At this moment, a tremendous sense of powerlessness rose in the hearts of the two. In front of the True Saint, the identity of the Demon Emperor, who looked down on the world and swept across the eight wastelands, was of no use whatsoever.

Fuxi also sighed, and had no choice but to close his eyes again and begin his cultivation.

Beside them, the ten ancestral witches, led by Dijiang, almost burst out laughing when they saw Dijun and Donghuang Taiyi looking dejected.

Awesome, so awesome!

Seeing the Demon Emperor of the Demon Clan in this state makes him even happier than if his Witch Clan had ten more top-grade witch treasures.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, three thousand years have passed.

On this day, a tremendous Dao sound resounded in the Chaos Dao Arena, like the grandest bell, echoing in the hearts of everyone present.

In an instant, all the strange phenomena that had arisen from Nuwa's sermon dissipated, and the countless powerful beings from the primordial world who had come to listen were jolted awake.

Everyone looked up and saw Nuwa sitting on the head seat, smiling at them. Clearly, the sage's sermon was over.

Zhao Gongming also woke up, his eyes flashing with amazement. As expected of a sage preaching the Dao, three thousand years had passed in the blink of an eye.

Over the past three thousand years, his gains have been immense. If we say that before he listened to the sermon, he was still a hundred steps away from becoming a Great Luo Golden Immortal.

After listening to the sermon, there are only three to five steps left, saving tens of thousands of years of arduous cultivation.

Most importantly, listening to the lectures is very relaxing, as if one is wandering in the ocean of the Great Dao, which is very comfortable, and it is even easier to comprehend the Dao.

It was just like taking a nap; it wasn't nearly as tedious and boring as a period of seclusion and arduous training.

Overall, listening to sages preach is far more effective than practicing on one's own.

"We bow in gratitude to the Holy Mother for preaching the Way."

Below, countless cultivators flashed with joy and bowed to Nuwa. Clearly, they had all benefited greatly from listening to the sage's teachings over the past three thousand years.

They have all taken a giant step on their own paths.

Of course, everyone in the demon race camp, except for Fuxi, looked grim.

The sage preached for three thousand years, yet none of it was understood. It's as if he sat there for three thousand years in vain. He might as well have gone back to the Heavenly Court to live a carefree and comfortable life.

"Get up, everyone."

Nuwa waved her hand slightly, and with a thought, the supreme holy power spread out, directly lifting everyone up.

As the sermon concluded, countless powerful beings from the primordial world began their return.

The once dense crowd gradually thinned out and became sparse.

For the past three thousand years, the Heavenly Demon Emperor has been in a bad mood, but the Wu Clan Emperor Jiang has been in a good mood, smiling at Donghuang Taiyi.

"The two demon emperors must have gained a great deal listening to the sage's teachings up close, right?"

"Dijiang, you're asking for death!"

Seeing that the sage's sermon had come to an end, Donghuang Taiyi no longer had so many concerns. With a thought, he directly summoned the Chaos Bell and used it to suppress Dijiang.

The Chaos Bell, one of the three treasures of creation, has the sun, moon, and stars around its exterior, surrounded by earth, water, fire, and wind.

Within the bell, mountains, rivers, and myriad races of the primordial era are hidden.

Five-colored rays of light illuminated the heavens, and the holy might of chaos shook the universe. Offense and defense were combined, the bell tolled loudly, the universe shone brightly, heaven and earth lost their color, and the universe trembled!

As Donghuang Taiyi unleashed the Chaos Bell, in an instant, the power of this innate treasure swept across the chaos, carrying overwhelming force to suppress Dijiang!

Di Jiang's eyelids twitched; he hadn't expected Donghuang Taiyi to actually dare to make a move.

He quickly called upon the other Ancestral Witches to join him in dealing with Donghuang Taiyi.

The title of being the number one person below the Sage Donghuang Taiyi is not just a boast, but a testament to his solid achievements.

One or two Ancestral Witches are no match for him; it takes at least three Ancestral Witches to contend with Donghuang Taiyi.

It took five Ancestral Witches to fight Donghuang Taiyi to a draw.

Immediately, led by the Space Ancestral Witch Dijiang, along with the Time Ancestral Witch Zhujiuyin, the Wind Ancestral Witch Tianwu, the Fire Ancestral Witch Zhurong, and the Water Ancestral Witch Gonggong, they rushed out together and engaged in a fierce battle with Donghuang Taiyi.

Di Jun unleashed his spatial power, creating countless layers of space that seemed to transform into countless worlds, constantly squeezing the Chaos Bell forward.

The Time Ancestral Witch Zhu Jiuyin then unleashed the power of time, slowing down the flow of time by a mere hundred years.

The Ancestral Witch of Wind, Tianwu; the Ancestral Witch of Fire, Zhurong; and the Ancestral Witch of Water, Gonggong, joined forces to attack Donghuang Taiyi.

The six people continued to engage in fierce battles amidst the chaos.

The terrifying aftershocks of magic swept through the chaos, and even the four elements of earth, fire, water, and wind seemed unable to withstand this terrifying power, and began to dissipate one after another!

As for Di Jun, the nine demon saints, and the remaining five ancestral witches, they did not make a move, but simply watched the other party with cold eyes.

Zhao Gongming, standing behind the Three Pure Ones, watched this scene with a wide-eyed amazement.

This was the first time he had ever witnessed a battle between quasi-saints; it was truly extraordinary.

However, Zhao Gongming understood that Donghuang Taiyi's current actions were merely a way to vent his pent-up anger after sitting in seclusion for three thousand years.

As for the real war between the Lich King and the Lich King, it's not time yet; what we're seeing now is just a minor skirmish.

Zhao Gongming predicted that it wouldn't be long before both sides would cease hostilities and stop fighting.

Sure enough, not long after, Donghuang Taiyi exhaled a few breaths of turbid air and slowly withdrew his hand.

After fighting for over a thousand rounds, he was completely unharmed, and the Chaos Bell shone with a mysterious yellow light, displaying overwhelming divine power.

The five ancestral witches, including Dijiang, were also unharmed, but when the five of them joined forces to fight against Donghuang Taiyi alone, they were clearly at a disadvantage in terms of momentum.

(End of this chapter)