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

Chapter 92 The Lich King and the Demon King each govern the world; Hongjun establishes the covenant of the Hundred Gatherings!

Boom—Crack!

The Zhou Tian Star Array, which the demon race had tested and believed could completely defeat the witch race, shattered like paper under the axe light containing a trace of the true meaning of creation!

The 480 million evil demon soldiers who were in charge of the core of the formation were reduced to dust and ashes in an instant before they could even scream!

puff!puff!puff!

Di Jun, Tai Yi, and Fu Xi were struck as if by a heavy hammer.

At the same time, he spat out golden blood containing his life essence, his aura instantly weakened to the extreme, his Dao foundation shook, and he suffered unimaginable severe damage!

The ten demon gods and the three hundred and sixty-five main star gods have completely lost their fighting power, and their fates are unknown.

However, Pangu's true form did not pause at all. Instead of decreasing after breaking the formation, his aura surged once more: "Two openings, one yin and yang, purity and turbidity appear!"

The second axe blow swept across the sky!

It's as if the power to create the world has reappeared!

The trajectory of the divine axe seemed to be reshaping the entire primordial world, with the pure rising to the heavens and the impure sinking to the earth!

This axe strike contained the power to create heaven and earth, which was beyond what the heavily injured and dying Di Jun and others could withstand. Even the chance to self-destruct their primordial spirits and perish together was completely taken away under that supreme pressure!

Just as the world was about to return to chaos!

An unfathomable aura, seemingly descending from the very heavens, quietly spread and instantly covered the entire primordial world!

At this moment, time, space, cause and effect, laws—everything—fell into absolute stillness and silent pause.

An old Taoist priest with white hair, dressed in hemp robes, and a simple, ancient face appeared silently in the sky above the East China Sea, blocking the devastating axe-like light.

His expression was indifferent, devoid of joy or sorrow. Faced with that terrifying blow that could reopen the chaos, he simply raised a finger and gently touched the axe blade.

Without a sound, the axe light that should have destroyed the world and separated the pure from the impure vanished in an instant, like a dream or a bubble.

The chaotic power, at its most violent, transformed into a gentle breeze that swept across the water, instantly bringing the turbulent world to a deathly stillness.

At this moment, on the battlefield in the sky, and even throughout the entire prehistoric world, all the witch and demon races who were fighting, roaring, and raging were simultaneously suppressed by this irresistible pressure of the Heavenly Dao, unable to move, and their thoughts were almost frozen.

Heaven and earth are silent, and all spirits bow their heads.

Only the true form of Pangu still exudes an indomitable, primal aura.

"Hong-Jun!"

Pangu's true form unleashed a roar that shattered the void, its sound waves rolling, yet it could not shake the white-haired Taoist in the slightest: "You—you dare to stop me from destroying the demon?!"

Di Jun, Tai Yi, and Fu Xi, their faces ashen, ignored the excruciating pain of their shattered foundations. With their last ounce of strength, they struggled forward and knelt deeply before the figure, their voices hoarse and filled with the awe of someone who had survived a calamity: "Greetings, Dao Ancestor Hongjun! Thank you for saving our lives!"

Hongjun Daozu's gaze swept over all living beings with indifference, as if looking down at chess pieces on a chessboard, without a trace of emotion belonging to living beings, only the indifference and supreme power of the Dao: "The Great Dao is fifty, the Heavenly Evolution is forty-nine, and one is hidden away."

"The Way of Heaven is still incomplete. As the first sage who created the world, I have already understood my mission. A thousand years from now, I will unite with the Way to complete the Way of Heaven."

"During the period of Dao Integration, the order of heaven and earth must be maintained, and the Wu and Yao races must not wage war again."

His voice was not loud, yet it was clearly imprinted in the depths of every living being's heart: "From this day forward, demons will rule the heavens, and witches will rule the earth. This covenant shall be concluded at the end of one hundred Yuanhui."

"Damn it!" Pangu's true form was enraged, his murderous aura boiling like a sea. The shadow of the Heaven-Opening Axe condensed wildly once more, attempting to cleave through the "unjust" shackles of the Heavenly Dao: "My Wu Clan is about to achieve a great victory, how can we cease hostilities because of your words! Old man, you're courting death! Four Symbols—Return to Nothingness!"

The phantom of the divine axe, carrying the will to annihilate all laws and return to chaos, tore through the sky and fiercely cleaved towards Hongjun!

Hongjun's expression remained unchanged, as if he had merely brushed away a speck of dust.

He gently raised his palm, and a wisp of light, seemingly faint but containing the supreme laws of heaven, emanated from his palm.

The palm gently rippled, like a breeze brushing across the surface of a lake.

The next moment, the imposing Pangu body, which seemed capable of splitting the heavens and earth, collapsed like a sandcastle the instant that ray of light touched it!

The twelve somewhat disheveled figures fell from the center, each revealing their true forms as ancestral witches, their auras disordered, clearly indicating they had suffered considerable injuries.

Hongjun merely broke the formation; he did not intentionally damage the fundamental essence of the Ancestral Witches.

Injuring them is meaningless and will not affect the overall situation of the evolution of the Heavenly Dao. Breaking the formation and establishing authority is enough.

Above the sky, the wind has subsided and the waves are calm.

The boundless killing intent that permeated the world gradually dissipated, leaving only the swirling sea of ​​clouds as a testament to the earth-shattering battle that had just taken place.

At this moment, they faced Hongjun Daozu, who stood atop the heavens, looking down with his eyes down.

Even the twelve ancestral witches, who were fearless and invincible, showed deep fear and powerlessness at this moment.

This fear does not stem from timidity, but from the absolute sense of disparity when facing the very nature of Heaven, where life and death are beyond one's control and fate is as insignificant as that of an ant.

At the same time, sensing the supreme Daoist aura of Hongjun's descent into the primordial world, the Three Pure Ones of Kunlun Mountain and Jieyin and Zhunti of Mount Sumeru in the West dared not be negligent and immediately tore through the void to rush to the East Sea to pay their respects.

Although the primordial wilderness is vast, it is but a short distance to a quasi-saint level being.

"Disciple pays respects to Master (Dao Ancestor)!"

Hongjun nodded slightly: "No need for formalities."

Then, his indifferent gaze, as detached as the Dao itself, turned to the twelve Ancestral Witches, whose breaths were still ragged: "Do any of you have any objections to what I just said?"

Dijiang's expression shifted constantly. Despite his immense resentment, he knew that with Hongjun present, the Wu Clan would never dare to harm the Demon Clan in the slightest.

Faced with an absolute disparity in strength, any struggle is futile.

He could only suppress the surging anger and resentment in his heart, and replied in a deep voice: "Since—the Dao Ancestor has spoken, our Wu Clan—"

"Then, as the Dao Ancestor said, let's cease hostilities!"

He then changed the subject, his tone questioning, "But I have a question, and I hope the Dao Ancestor will clarify: Is this cessation of war truly to uphold the Heavenly Dao, or—is it to favor the demon race?"

Hongjun's gaze seemed to see through Dijiang's thoughts, and he said calmly, "This humble Daoist merges with the Dao to restore the order of heaven and earth, thus benefiting all living beings in the primordial world."

"The way of Heaven is perfectly just, selfless and impartial."

"After the ceasefire, I will merge with the Heavenly Dao. The Heavenly Dao is Hongjun, but Hongjun is not the Heavenly Dao."

"Before the Heavenly Dao is perfected, Hongjun will not appear in the world! The conflict between the Witch and the Demon is determined by the Heavenly Dao."

"Very well!" Di Jiang forced a smile that seemed cheerful but contained a sharp edge. "With the Dao Ancestor's words, our Wu Clan will certainly abide by the agreement!"

Gonggong sneered, his gaze sharp as a knife as he glared at the dying Dijun, filled with mockery and murderous intent: "You mongrel, did you hear me?!"

"Your heads are only temporarily on your shoulders! Next time, you won't be so lucky!"