Primordial Salted Fish: Starting from Refusing to Join the Demon Clan

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Without wasting words, Di Jiang made his move immediately, using the eighth level of the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique, which was comparable to the Primordial Golden Immortal.

To prove the Dao through physical body, one must attain the Primordial Golden Immortal realm through the laws of the Great Dao.

This is incomparable to Donghuang Taiyi's breakthrough to Quasi-Saint status through the trick of severing his three corpses.

However, Donghuang Taiyi possesses the Chaos Bell. Even if he cannot unleash its full power, it is still a supreme treasure, a treasure of creation. In addition, with Dijun, all ten demon gods of the demon race are here.

"None of you will leave here today."

Dijiang's voice was as cold as ancient ice, echoing across the shattered, desolate land.

He was tall and imposing, with bulging muscles. The immense power of his blood and qi from the eighth stage of the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique was boiling like a furnace, and the space around him spontaneously twisted and shattered because it could not withstand his presence.

He took a step forward, ignoring the distance, and instantly appeared in front of Donghuang Taiyi, his giant fist, carrying the power to shatter stars, slammed fiercely towards the Chaos Bell!

"clang--!!!"

A deafening roar resounded throughout the universe! The Chaos Bell trembled violently, and the vast chaotic sound waves transformed into visible golden ripples that spread wildly, turning mountains to dust and cracking the earth wherever they passed.

Dijiang's fist collided head-on with Zhongbo's, producing a deafening sound like metal clashing!

His body swayed slightly, and the skin on his fist was torn open, revealing bones that shimmered with a dark golden luster. However, Chaos Zhong was also blasted backward by the pure and ultimate physical power, and Donghuang Taiyi also groaned, his blood surging.

"What a powerful physical body!" Di Jun's pupils shrank, and his heart was filled with shock.

When the Great Luo Golden Immortals were at that time, the Ancestral Witches' physical bodies were terrifying, but if they were to directly confront the Chaos Bell, they would be severely injured. However, Di Jiang only slightly wiped it away!

Such a thing could probably rival a top-grade innate spiritual treasure. It's beyond terrifying; it's simply defying the norms of the primordial world.

This also made Di Jun realize one thing: the Quasi-Saints who achieved enlightenment through physical means by the Ancestral Witches were probably far superior to the Quasi-Saints who had severed their Three Corpses.

If it were only Dijiang who was like this, it would be fine, but if all twelve Ancestral Witches were like this, Dijun dared not imagine the consequences.

At this moment, Di Jun dared not be negligent in the slightest. The Hetu Luoshu in his hand shone brightly, instantly unfolding a simplified phantom of the Hunyuan Heluo Grand Array. Billions of stars reversed, and phantom images of mountains and rivers appeared, attempting to trap Di Jiang in the array and slow down his elusive spatial movements.

"Big brother, be careful!" The heavily injured Houtu forced herself to stand up and gathered the power of the earth to form a barrier to block several demon god divine powers that came from the side for Dijiang. Her face grew paler and paler.

Dijiang, however, was like a fish swimming into the water.

Faced with the overwhelming force of the Heluo formation, his figure suddenly became ethereal, as if merging into the space itself.

The next instant, he appeared behind Fei Lian, one of the Ten Great Demon Gods, and a spatial blade silently condensed, slashing down fiercely with the sharpness of the cutting law!

"Ah!" Fei Lian screamed in agony as one of his arms flew up, spraying blood everywhere! If he hadn't reacted quickly enough to instantly transform into a whirlwind and escape, he would probably have been cut in half at the waist.

"Damn it!" Donghuang Taiyi roared, raising the Chaos Bell once more, its mouth aimed at Dijiang, "Suppress spacetime!" A terrifying suppressive force spread, attempting to solidify that space.

However, Dijiang's spatial avenue was already highly refined.

Just before Zhong Bo reached him, the space around him rippled like water.

He slid out of the frozen space-time rift in a bizarre way, appearing above another demon god, Ji Meng. He stepped down, causing space to collapse and shoving half of Ji Meng's body into a dimensional rift!

"Dijiang! Have the guts to fight me head-on!" Donghuang Taiyi was furious and launched a series of attacks with the Chaos Bell, but Dijiang dodged them one by one with his divine spatial teleportation. Occasionally, when they clashed head-on, it only caused Dijiang's blood and qi to surge, but it could not cause fatal damage.

Dijiang was like an elusive spatial ghost, moving with ease between the Heluo Grand Array and the Chaos Bell. Each appearance of him was accompanied by the screams or desperate evasions of a demon god.

Although he was unable to kill Donghuang Taiyi, who was protected by the Chaos Bell, and Dijun, who was in charge of the formation, in a short time, he firmly controlled the rhythm of the battlefield.

This put the ten demon gods in grave danger, greatly diverting the attention of the demon race's higher-ups, and buying time for Houtu to recover.

Donghuang Taiyi could be said to be completely incapable of using the Chaos Bell; he didn't even demonstrate its true purpose.

The Chaos Bell can suppress space and time, but in the hands of Donghuang Taiyi, the Chaos Bell can only be smashed around like a brick.

Di Jun's face was ashen. Di Jiang's mastery of spatial laws far exceeded his expectations.

This situation would not only fail to severely damage Dijiang, but would also continuously weaken the pillars of the Demon Court. He was extremely anxious: "We must break this stalemate as soon as possible, otherwise, once Houtu recovers, or the other Ancestral Witches arrive..."

As if to confirm Di Jun's deepest fear, an even more ancient and vast pressure, seemingly originating from the source of time, suddenly descended!

The long river of time in the primordial world seemed to stand still for a moment at this instant.

A figure appeared silently in the center of the battlefield.

He wore a long black robe, had an ancient face, and his eyes, when they opened and closed, reflected the past, the beginning of chaos, with his left eye and the future, the birth and death of all worlds.

It was none other than the Time God—Zhu Jiuyin!

He broke through!

The eighth stage of the Nine Revolutions Mystic Art allows one to attain the Primordial Golden Immortal realm through physical cultivation!

"Big brother, little sister, I'm late."

Zhu Jiuyin's voice was calm and undisturbed, yet it carried the majesty of someone who controlled the years, clearly penetrating the depths of every living being's soul.

The atmosphere on the entire battlefield froze instantly.

The demon gods felt a fear stemming from their very life force, as if their timeline could be severed at any moment.

The veins on the back of Donghuang Taiyi's hand, which was gripping the Chaos Bell, bulged.

Di Jun's heart sank to the bottom.

Zhu Jiuyin's gaze swept over the demon race's high-ranking members, finally landing on Di Jun. His gaze seemed to pierce through the present, seeing a certain possibility in the future, carrying a trace of cold pity.

"Di Jun, your demon race is doomed."

"My other brothers are all on their way."

"When we twelve Ancestral Witches gather, it will be the end for your demon race!"

These words struck like a thunderbolt from the heavens, hitting Di Jun and all the demons in the heart!

Are the twelve Ancestral Witches all of whom have attained the status of Primordial Golden Immortal?

This is an unimaginable disaster!

This means that the Witch Clan will possess twelve terrifying beings whose physical bodies are comparable to top-grade innate spiritual treasures and who have mastered the core laws of the Great Dao!

At that time, no matter how powerful the Chaos Bell is, or how wonderful the River Chart and Luo Book are, they will eventually be crushed in the face of absolute power and numbers!

Unless a sage intervenes, who in the entire primordial world can defeat the Twelve Ancestral Witches?

By then, the entire prehistoric world will likely become a hunting ground for the witch tribe!

An immense sense of crisis, like a cold, venomous snake, instantly coiled around Di Jun's heart, almost suffocating him.

Zhu Jiuyin's words ripped open the deepest scroll of fear in his heart. He looked at Dijiang, who was struggling to hold on but whose eyes were becoming increasingly determined; he looked at Houtu, who was seriously injured but whose earth power was slowly gathering; and then he looked at Zhu Jiuyin, who had just arrived and whose aura was unfathomable... These three must die!