Primordial Era: Me, starting with the Primordial Enlightenment Tree

Thus, having traversed the primordial clouds and fierce winds, avoiding the sporadic battles sparked by tribal conflicts along the way, he had already resolved to refine the supreme treasure. Without pausing for a moment, he headed straight for his innate cave dwelling, which he had opened deep within the Kunlun Mountains. Upon returning to his cave dwelling, Xuan Yun first raised his hand and cast tens of thousands of innate restrictions to seal the entire cave dwelling layer by layer. He then activated the innate spirit-gathering array deep within the cave dwelling and the chaotic barrier that isolated the secrets of heaven, ensuring that no disturbance from the outside world could disturb him. Afterward, he sat cross-legged on the innate lotus platform in the center of the cave dwelling, clearing his mind of all distractions, concealing all his aura, and completely entering seclusion.

With a flick of his finger, the Chaos Pearl, born from chaos and containing immeasurable profound mysteries of the Great Dao, floated in front of him. The pearl was surrounded by a hazy chaotic halo and emitted a primal aura that even the Great Dao trembled over. He stared intently at this treasure, with only one unwavering thought in his mind: to refine the Chaos Pearl!

Time is most unpredictable during seclusion; with each breath, the seasons change, the stars shift, and ten years pass...

The innate spiritual herbs outside the cave bloomed and withered, blooming and withering a hundred times. Time left no trace on Xuan Yun, except for a slight, almost imperceptible loosening of the restriction on the Chaos Pearl in front of him. A hundred years...

On the vast and desolate land, countless tribes rose and fell, and countless beings went from birth to death. A thousand years is enough for mortal dynasties to rise and fall dozens or hundreds of times. Even for immortals who have achieved great success in their cultivation, it is enough time to complete a complete transformation. A thousand years...

The sea of ​​clouds over Buzhou Mountain has surged countless times, the tides of the Milky Way have risen and fallen a thousand times, and even the flow of fortune between the primordial world has undergone earth-shattering changes over ten thousand years...

In the eyes of cultivators, the ocean can be turned into mulberry fields in the blink of an eye. Time flies by, and those long years that seem unattainable to ordinary people are but a fleeting moment for Xuan Yun, who is in seclusion to comprehend the Dao. In the blink of an eye, ten thousand years have passed.

For ten thousand years, Xuan Yun's mind was completely immersed in the layers upon layers of endless innate chaotic restrictions on the Chaos Pearl. Each restriction contained the fundamental principles of the Chaos Dao. If one was not careful, the restriction would backfire and damage one's Dao foundation. Fortunately, the system accurately dismantled every node of the restriction, avoiding all dangers. With the system's help, after ten thousand years of tireless and exhaustive refinement, Xuan Yun finally managed to refine a portion of the countless chaotic restrictions that clung to the Chaos Pearl's origin like a malignant tumor.

During the ten thousand years that Xuan Yun secluded himself to refine the supreme treasure, the landscape of the primordial world was no longer as peaceful as before. As the two most powerful and profound clans on the primordial land, the friction between the demon clan and the witch clan has been increasing.

From initial small-scale border conflicts to later ethnic clashes, the contradictions between the two sides deepened, the blood feud intensified, and major battles broke out from time to time.

Not only are the witch and demon races on the verge of war, but the Eastern King Duke, who occupies the coast of the East Sea and holds the list of male immortals, and the power of his Purple Mansion Continent are also in a tense situation with the increasingly powerful demon race's Heavenly Court.

As the years passed, each conflict between the two sides escalated, resulting in more and more deaths and injuries among their tribes. The blood feud had become irreconcilable, and the scale of the conflict grew larger and larger over time. What began as a battle of a few hundred or a few thousand people evolved into a life-or-death struggle involving millions or even tens of millions of warriors. It had almost reached the point of irreconcilable enmity. Countless small and medium-sized tribes either sought refuge with the two major powers for self-preservation or fled far away into the dangerous depths of the prehistoric world, fearing that they would be affected by the war that swept across the world. The entire prehistoric world became filled with fear and unease.

From the frigid Northern Sea to the scorching Southern Regions, from the vast waves of the Eastern Sea to the boundless mountains of Kunlun in the Western Regions, the primordial land was filled with battlefields where these two races fought. Every inch of land was once stained with the blood of the two races, and every void was once shattered by the aftershocks of their battles.

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It is unknown how many battles have taken place, how many dawns and dusks have passed, but the fierce winds still howl across the primordial world. Mount Buzhou, with its towering and majestic presence, stands silently in the center of the world. On this day, at the foot of Mount Buzhou...

Dark, ominous clouds swept in from the horizon like a tidal wave, blotting out the sun and completely enveloping the entire Wu tribe. The dense demonic energy was almost tangible, causing the earth below to tremble slightly. The demon army descended upon the Wu tribe.

Sensing the overwhelming malice and demonic aura overhead, a powerful surge of malevolent energy instantly erupted from the Wu tribe, tearing through the demonic clouds. A burly, mountain-like shaman, his muscles bulging and enveloped in a dense aura of bloodlust, strode out. He raised his head, his gaze like lightning, staring intently at the demonic figures above the clouds. His voice boomed like a bell, causing the surrounding void to hum, as he sternly proclaimed, "This is the territory of my Wu tribe! If you demons don't want to die, get out of here now, or don't blame my Wu tribe for being ruthless!"

Upon hearing this impolite rebuke, a disdainful and icy snort rang out from the demon army above the clouds: "Hmph, is that so?"

The instant that cold snort fell, at the forefront of the demon army, a figure slowly stepped out, surrounded by a strange halo that distorted spacetime. Even the light and the flow of time around him became completely different from the surroundings. At this moment, a demon king whose cultivation had already reached the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm stepped out from the army. He let out a cold snort, and the sound waves containing the laws of spacetime spread out, causing the surrounding spacetime to tremble. Even the past that had already been frozen and the future that had not yet arrived were faintly visible in this cold snort. A long river of time that was rushing endlessly and carried the destiny of countless living beings slowly emerged behind him.

Upon seeing this figure, the surrounding demon cultivators bowed respectfully, their eyes filled with awe and fervor. This was a Time-Space Beast that had innately mastered the Great Dao of Time and Space, a top-tier demon cultivator with the cultivation of a mid-stage Great Luo Golden Immortal. Its Dao foundation had long been polished to perfection, and it was only one step away from the late-stage Great Luo Golden Immortal.

Among the 360 ​​demon kings who command hundreds of millions of demons under the Heavenly Court of the Demon Clan, he ranks firmly in the top 20 with his unparalleled mastery of spacetime magic. He is a being feared by countless prehistoric creatures. He is the Spacetime Demon King, ranked among the top 20 of the 360 ​​demon kings.

The Time-Space Demon King's gaze pierced through layers of void, landing on the great shaman below. His eyes held no warmth, only a chilling coldness and an undeniable sense of oppression. His voice, as if coming from the cracks of time and space, was icy and piercing, each word spoken with deliberate emphasis. The Time-Space Demon King looked at the great shaman and coldly said, "It is said that the corpses of my demon race were obtained by your shaman race?"

Upon hearing this, the great shaman let out a disdainful snort, his murderous aura surging several times over, almost piercing the sky. A mocking sneer curled at the corner of his lips as he pointed at the demon army above, his voice shaking the surrounding area as he shouted, "What business is it of your demon race what my shamanic clan's affairs are? Furthermore, this is my shamanic clan's territory. Have you brought such a large army here to start a war?"

The moment those words fell, a deafening roar erupted throughout the entire witch tribe. It was the unique, fearless battle cry of the witch warriors!

Within the tribe, millions of witch warriors, already fully armed and wielding weapons, roared in unison. The combined malevolent energy and roar tore through the demonic clouds, shaking the heavens.

The demonic clouds surged, shaken by the provocative battle cry. The Time-Space Demon King's face darkened instantly, a ferocious killing intent flashing in his eyes. The spacetime around him began to distort violently. He suppressed his anger and roared at the Witch Clan below, "Hand over the remains of my demon race, and this matter will be over."

Just then, a voice even more domineering and ferocious than the previous great shaman's boomed from the depths of the tribe, carrying an aura of unparalleled valor and dominance. From within the camp deep within the tribe, a figure strode out. He was ten thousand feet tall, his muscles like cast steel, each step causing the earth to tremble. The murderous aura around him almost solidified into tangible black-red flames. It was none other than Xing Tian, ​​the most powerful great shaman among the shamans. He glanced at the Time-Space Demon King above the clouds, a sneer of arrogance curling at the corner of his lips, and retorted with utter disdain: "Hmph, what if I, Xing Tian, ​​refuse to hand over? So what?"

Xing Tian stood at the forefront of millions of Wu tribe warriors, like an insurmountable mountain, protecting the entire tribe behind him. His eyes, as bright as the sun and moon, coldly stared at the Time-Space Demon King. Even though the other party was a renowned Great Luo Golden Immortal Demon King, there was no fear in his eyes, only a raging, overwhelming fighting spirit, showing no fear whatsoever.

"Since your witch clan is so ungrateful, don't blame me for being impolite! Kill!"

The command, laced with boundless killing intent, fell without a trace of emotion on his face. It was as if the impending life-or-death battle involving millions of people was nothing more than a trivial matter in his eyes. The Time-Space Demon King spoke indifferently.

As this battle cry resounded throughout the heavens and earth, the demon army, which had been poised for battle, moved instantly. With a single battle cry, millions of demon cultivators surged out from the sky-covering demon clouds. Their ferocious figures filled the void beneath, completely obscuring the sunlight and covering everything around them. As far as the eye could see, there were only densely packed demon figures, a dark mass. The powerful demonic energy that gathered together soared straight into the heavens, causing the heavens and earth to change color. The momentum was overwhelming, the wind and clouds surged, and the world shook.

Seeing the overwhelming demon army charging towards him, Xing Tian not only did not retreat in the slightest, but instead let out a deafening battle roar, slamming his giant axe down with a deafening boom, "You demons want to fight? Then fight! Do you think our Wu tribe is afraid of you?"

He whirled around, his gaze sweeping over the thousands upon thousands of Wu Clan warriors behind him. His eyes burned with a fierce fighting spirit. Raising his giant axe, he pointed it at the demon army in the sky and roared hoarsely, "Wu Clan warriors, take up your weapons and kill!"

This roar, like a thunderclap, resounded in the ears of every Wu Clan warrior, igniting the fierce courage and fighting spirit flowing in their blood. Xing Tian shouted loudly.

As Xing Tian's command fell, the entire Wu tribe instantly erupted in excitement. Countless burly figures strode out from the tents and behind cover, and in an instant, one after another, burly men emerged from the Wu tribe. Each of them possessed a cultivation level no less than that of a Celestial Immortal, with bulging muscles all over their bodies, surrounded by a murderous aura, and their eyes filled with fearless killing intent. They were awe-inspiring and powerful, and in their hands they held battle swords forged from the bones of ferocious beasts and innate refined gold. The blades still bore the mottled bloodstains left from the last battle.

Just as the great battle at the foot of Buzhou Mountain was about to break out, deep in the primordial land, in the sacred land of the Wu tribe, inside the majestic temple named after the great god Pangu, in the Pangu Temple.

At the very center of the temple, twelve figures with auras so terrifying they could shake heaven and earth sat cross-legged in accordance with the positions of the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation. Before them, a primordial blood pool containing the original bloodline of the Wu race was churning with scarlet blood waves. The surface of the blood pool was as clear as a mirror, reflecting the scene of the great battle between the Wu and Yao races.

Seeing the impending battle erupting in the blood pool, Zhu Rong, whose body was wreathed in raging divine fire, could no longer sit still. He abruptly stood up, his eyes filled with barely suppressed excitement and fighting spirit. Rubbing his hands together, he said excitedly to Di Jiang, who was sitting in the main seat, "Big brother, let me go and kill them."

Sitting opposite him, surrounded by the surging waters of the Milky Way, Gonggong also stood up, a warlike smile playing on his lips, his eyes flashing with intense fighting spirit. Gonggong laughed and said, "I'll go too!"

Dijiang sat on the main seat of the Twelve Ancestral Witches. As the wielder of the Great Dao of Space, his aura was as steady as a mountain. Even though the blood pool was already tense, his face remained calm. Looking at the eager Zhurong and Gonggong, he slowly raised his hand and gently shook his head. His tone was filled with unquestionable composure and majesty. However, Dijiang shook his head and said, "You are just fooling around. These are nothing but small fry from the demon race. If we, the Twelve Ancestral Witches, were to take action, wouldn't we lose face? Let the Great Witches of our clan handle this matter. We can wait until the demon gods of the demon race, or Dijun and Taiyi, make their move before we do."

Sitting to the side, shrouded in a hazy halo of time, Zhu Jiuyin slowly opened his eyes upon hearing this. Countless phantoms of the past and future flickered in his eyes. He looked at Dijiang, a knowing smile playing on his lips, and said, "Elder brother is right. Even without our Twelve Ancestral Witches taking action, we can still defeat these demon races."

Xuanming, whose body was enveloped in a chilling aura of ice and death, nodded slightly. Her voice was cold, yet it carried absolute confidence in the strength of the Wu Clan. Xuanming said, "We will simply wait here for good news. The demons who come here to provoke us are only courting death. Our Wu Clan now has over a billion living beings. Those tens of millions of demons are not even enough to fill a tooth gap."

Tianwu, who controls the water system of the world and has eight heads and eight legs, also chimed in. His voice was loud and clear, and his eyes were full of expectations for the younger generation of his clan. Tianwu said, "That's right. We can use these tens of millions of demons to train the fresh blood in our clan."

In an instant, the other Ancestral Witches in the Pangu Temple also chimed in, commenting on the condition of the Witch Warriors in the Blood Pool or mocking the Demon Clan's overestimation of their abilities. The Twelve Ancestral Witches chatted and laughed, and none of them had any worries about the impending war or their own people.