Primordial Era: Starting with the Immortals of the Jie Sect to Prove the Dao of Hunyuan

Chapter 109 Planning Ahead, Li Qing Observes

The commotion outside alerted Lingya Xian and Jinguang Xian. The two walked out of their cave and saw that the island had quieted down. Li Qing had fallen from Zizhi Cliff, so they naturally knew what had happened and went to greet him.

"Senior brother is back. Has he reorganized things? Those newcomers are getting more and more outrageous. Senior brother Duobao only cares about refining weapons, senior sister Jinling is in seclusion, senior sister Wudang doesn't care about worldly affairs, and junior brother Zhao Gongming is traveling. Our Jie Sect is supposed to have the aura of ten thousand immortals coming to pay homage, but in reality, it's just a disorganized mess."

Jin Guangxian nodded in agreement: "It's good that Senior Brother is back to establish rules. It also lets them know that although the Jie Sect isn't strict in accepting disciples, its followers can't be a bunch of scoundrels!"

"My fellow students have worked hard."

Li Qingdao spoke with a touch of genuine emotion.

From the slightly complaining tone in the two men's voices towards the disciples, Li Qing could tell that Lingya Xian and Jinguang Xian had been trying their best to maintain the dignity of the Jie Sect over the years, but they were ultimately just one of the Seven Immortals and had limited say in the sect.

Only a direct disciple can truly command respect.

Among the direct disciples, Duobao was not in charge, Wudang was detached from the world, and Jinling was also difficult to manage, as he himself was busy traveling around.

Beneath the surface of the Jie Sect's impressive gathering of immortals, there was indeed a lack of a central figure capable of leading the group.

"I'm going to pay my respects to my master."

Li Qing nodded to the two of them and turned to walk towards Biyou Palace.

Inside Biyou Palace, the embodiment of Tongtian Jiaozhu's obsession sat on a cloud bed. When Li Qing entered, the embodiment slightly opened its eyes, a faint smile playing on its lips.

"Have you set the rules?"

Li Qing knelt down and bowed, saying, "This disciple has overstepped his bounds and begs for punishment, Master."

"What punishment?"

The embodiment of obsession waved its hand: "My taking them in is within the Great Dao, and their being is also within the Great Dao, just as your restraint of them is within the Great Dao. Since you are following the Great Dao, there is no fault."

Li Qing's heart stirred slightly. When he spoke up to discipline the disciples of the Jie Sect, he had already guessed that the Tongtian Sect Leader would say the same thing.

"What exactly is Master plotting?"

Li Qing harbored doubts, but he did not ask. How could a sage's plan be easily revealed to others?

"Now that you have met the true master and understood the path ahead, go and cultivate. After the Lich's fall, it will be your time to shine."

The embodiment of the Tongtian Sect Leader's obsession closed his eyes, seemingly seeing a scene from countless years in the future.

Li Qing bowed again. Since the Three Immortals were not there, he did not return to the Three Immortals Island. Instead, he opened a cave on Jin'ao Island and cultivated in silence.

"In the final battle between the Lich King and the Demon King, Gonggong angrily struck Mount Buzhou, causing the pillar of heaven to collapse, the earth's axis to break, and a massive flood to descend. What had the living beings done to deserve this?"

While cultivating, Li Qing suddenly thought of something, so he summoned several familiar fellow disciples and said that he was worried that if the Ancestral Witches fell during the war between the Lich King and the Demon King, the laws would be disrupted and disasters would occur. He invited his fellow disciples to refine magical treasures to isolate various disasters.

At the same time, Zhen Yuanzi was also informed that after the decisive battle between the Wu and Yao clans, it would be the perfect time to confer titles upon the Earth Gods and pass on the Dao of Earth Immortals, and he should be prepared.

Time flows on, never to return. In the primordial world, as the Lich and Demon races lay dormant awaiting their final battle, a strange tranquility descended.

Regardless of what the disciples of the Jie Sect thought of Li Qing, under Li Qing's strict orders, they all stayed on Jin'ao Island and did not get involved in the huge pit of the Lich War.

Click.

A thunderclap resounded, and the Wu and Yao races, who were bound by the Dao Ancestor to not fight each other during the Ten Thousand Yuan Meeting, all felt a lightning bolt flash through the depths of their true spirits, and the oppressive aura lingering in their hearts dissipated.

The secrets of heaven became clear at this moment, and the prohibition against the two races fighting each other was lifted!

"With Houtu absent, the Wu tribe cannot set up the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation, nor can they summon Pan Kou. What ability do they have to fight against my demon tribe!"

Di Jun and Tai Yi stood up, laughing loudly, and finally turned into mad roars. Their boundless hatred dyed the Demon Emperor's Palace, which was forever illuminated by the sun's rays, into a world of ice and snow, with a chill that penetrated to the bone.

Inside the Pangu Palace, the aura of the Ancestral Witches began to surge, with eleven streams of energy soaring into the sky, rising straight up like billowing smoke, piercing through the Ancestral Witch Palace and shattering the dark clouds that had shrouded it year-round.

The last ancestral witch, Chi You, stood behind the other ancestral witches. Although he was the weakest, he possessed wisdom.

Since the demon race believes that the witch race cannot set up the Twelve Capital Gods and Demons Formation without the presence of the Ancestral Witch Houtu, he can hide himself and catch the demon race off guard!

The Wu and Yao races involuntarily unleashed their full power, with countless auras rising like smoke from all corners of the primordial world, echoing the auras revealed by the Ancestral Witch Palace and the Heavenly Court, which was now bathed in the bright light of day, creating an unparalleled spectacle.

The great beings of the primordial world had different expressions: some were uneasy, fearing they would be implicated; some were inexplicably excited, wanting to share in the spoils; some were eager to leave the world to escape the calamity; and some kept their doors tightly shut, quietly reciting the Yellow Court Classic.

The saints all emerged from their seclusion, their eyes wide open, and with a single glance, they knew that the ban on the 100,000 yuan meeting had expired and the war between the lich and the demon was imminent.

"The ban has been lifted! My lads, follow me to the Heavenly Court, capture those two flat-feathered crows alive, and unify the primordial world!"

The twelve ancestral witches gathered their people and stood in front of the Pangu Temple. After worshipping Pangu, they began to boost morale.

"Witch, witch, witch!" The group of great and small witches shouted with all their might, their expressions fanatical.

"Kill! The Witch Clan will surely win!"

Boom, boom, boom!

War drums roared, thunder roared, and countless demons charged toward Buzhou Mountain.

Above the Fusang Divine Tree, the Eastern Emperor Bell reverberates through the nine heavens, and golden flames burn across the thirty-three heavens.

Emperor Jun, dressed in the Golden Crow Sky-Patrolling Robe, and Taiyi, with his cold and serious expression, stood there holding the Eastern Emperor Bell, embodying the strongest war god in the Heavenly Court.

"The witch clan feeds on my demon clan; this is an unforgivable hatred, and today we will settle accounts!"

Holding the Witch-Slaying Sword, Di Jun was quite spirited: "The Witch Clan doesn't understand the will of Heaven; the primordial world will ultimately belong to my Demon Clan!"

"Victory! Victory! Victory!"

Hundreds of millions of demon soldiers roared in unison, and under the leadership of Emperor Jun, they transformed into a rain of meteors and fire, falling into the primordial world.

"What a lamentable calamity, causing immense suffering and loss of life!"

On Mount Sumeru, Jieyin clasped his hands together, lowered his head and eyes, and softly chanted "Immeasurable." He then threw out his prayer beads, which landed at the boundary between the east and west, emitting immeasurable light that protected the entire west, preventing the generation of evil energy and the growth of calamity.

On Jin'ao Island, Li Qing was naturally also alarmed by the intense battle between the Wu and Yao races.

Just as they were about to strain their eyes to see, they heard the voice of the Tongtian Sect Leader: "Come to Biyou Palace. The Twelve Ancestral Witches' Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation is very important to you. When they start fighting, they will each set up their own formations. You won't be able to see the scene inside the two formations by yourself."

Upon hearing this, Li Qing immediately complied, got up and entered Biyou Palace. The Tongtian Sect Leader's obsession incarnate was seated at the head of the table, and there was no one else in the palace.

With a flick of his finger, the Tongtian Sect Leader, driven by his obsession, caused a pond of lotus flowers to bloom in Biyou Palace, revealing the battleground between the Wu and Yao races amidst the misty atmosphere.

Li Qing dared not delay and quickly looked over.