Primordial Era: Me, starting with the Primordial Enlightenment Tree

In the void, top experts are engaged in a fierce clash. Various laws of the Great Dao tear through the air during the confrontation, creating a sky full of eternal divine light that is so dazzling that it is impossible to look directly at it.

Each powerful individual unleashed their terrifying aura, their eyes flashing like thunder and lightning, like a divine sword that had been sealed for a thousand years suddenly drawn from its sheath, their sharpness completely undisguised, dazzling to the extreme, making it impossible for people to open their eyes.

Chi Chi!

The twelve Ancestral Witches stood side by side, facing off against the vast army of demons. The earth-shattering spectacle left all the gods of the primordial world trembling with fear and utterly shocked.

Di Jun's face was as cold as ice, and his tone was full of unyielding force: "Di Jiang, you had better hand over the remains of our demon race's fallen cultivators, otherwise, our demon race will use the full strength of the race to completely annihilate your witch race, leaving no one alive."

Donghuang Taiyi also spoke up, his voice as cold as ten thousand years of ice: "I will give you three days to send all the captured cultivators of my clan back to the Demon Clan Temple unharmed."

"Hahaha--

"Are you two out of your minds?"

"Once the items are in the hands of our Wu tribe, do you think you can get them back? Don't even think about it."

"And also, now that you two three-legged crows are here, don't even think about leaving alive."

The twelve Ancestral Witches laughed loudly, one after another, their tone full of disdain and provocation.

Upon hearing the Twelve Ancestral Witches call them three-legged crows, Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi's faces instantly turned ashen and ugly. A chilling killing intent surged out from between their brows, sweeping through the surrounding void.

Donghuang Taiyi said no more. He raised his hand and gently beckoned, and the mighty Chaos Bell that shook the primordial world slowly appeared, resting steadily in his palm. The bell exuded an ancient and profound aura.

Dijiang scoffed, his tone dripping with mockery: "So what if you wield the Chaos Bell? How dare you use it before us, the Twelve Ancestral Witches? This object was originally formed from the axe of Pangu, the Father God, who created the world. It was born to protect all living beings in the primordial world, yet you use it against my Witch Clan. Don't you feel ashamed?"

Houtu stood to the side, her tone calm yet undeniably firm: "Big brother is right."

Di Jun sneered, his face full of disdain: "Even without the Chaos Bell, we can still suppress you barbarian witches with our own strength."

As soon as he finished speaking, a glint flashed between Di Jun's brows, and a dazzling divine light shot straight into the Hetu Luoshu in front of him. In an instant, the Hetu Luoshu burst forth with boundless brilliance, instantly covering trillions of miles of void. Even the entire western part of the prehistoric world was completely covered by the power of this spiritual treasure.

His goal was clear: to capture all twelve Ancestral Witches and completely eliminate the Witch Clan, this major threat.

Faced with this desperate situation, Dijiang remained completely calm. The void beneath his feet trembled slightly, rippling out in fine spatial waves.

In an instant!

With a swift movement, he and the other eleven Ancestral Witches vanished from this space-time without leaving a trace.

You must know that he is the Ancestral Witch who controls space and speed, and is born with the most advanced spatial and speed laws.

Even though the Hetu Luoshu is a top-grade innate spiritual treasure and Dijun's natal magic weapon, he can still easily evade its coverage area by relying on his natal divine power.

"Oh ho, you guys are serious?"

Zhu Rong, known for his volatile temper, suddenly roared, his voice so powerful it shook the very air: "Fire, come!"

Gonggong followed closely behind, and shouted in a deep voice, "Water, come!"

"The wind is blowing!"

"Rain is coming!"

"The electricity's coming in!"

"Ray is coming!"

"Time is in my hands!"

"Golden light shines in all directions!"

"The body is imbued with the power of the Xuanhuang Earth!"

……

The twelve Ancestral Witches roared in unison, their voices resounding throughout heaven and earth. In an instant, the wind and clouds in the void changed color, with wind, rain, thunder, and lightning raging. Hundreds of millions of golden rays broke through the clouds, and layers of thick, dark yellow light covered each Ancestral Witch like armor, making them appear incomparably majestic.

The twelve Ancestral Witches instantly entered full-force battle mode, activating their innate divine abilities. Although they did not cultivate the Path of the Primordial Spirit and lacked the support of a powerful primordial spirit, they possessed supreme divine abilities bestowed upon them by the Father God Pangu, making their strength unfathomable.

In this primordial world, if they could cultivate their primordial spirit and make up for their own shortcomings, then looking at the entire primordial world, there would be almost no opponents who could contend with them.

Their physical bodies alone are comparable to innate spiritual treasures, incredibly hard, and ordinary magical weapons cannot harm them in the slightest.

If one adds their own powerful innate abilities and cultivates the Path of the Primordial Spirit, they can reach a state of perfection in both physical body and primordial spirit.

That would be too unfair to the other beings in the primordial world, and the balance of the entire primordial world would be broken.

It should be understood that in the primordial world, cultivators who focus on cultivating the physical body usually have relatively weak primordial spirits; while cultivators who focus on cultivating the primordial spirit have relatively weak physical bodies, making it difficult to balance both.

"Prepare for battle!"

"Di Jun's tone was domineering and his voice was firm and resounding. Even when facing such a powerful opponent as the Twelve Ancestral Witches, there was no fear on his face.

This confidence stems from his own formidable strength, and even more so from the self-assurance ingrained in his very being.

As soon as they finished speaking, raging solar fire suddenly burst forth from Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi. The fire was extremely hot, terrifying enough to burn space and time. The surrounding void hissed and crackled as it burned, and even the laws were almost completely incinerated.

The eight demon gods behind them also unleashed their power, their bodies radiating various dazzling lights, their imposing aura echoing that of Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi.

A major battle is imminent, and the air is thick with the smell of gunpowder!

Just as the top experts of the Witch Clan and the Demon Clan were about to make their move.

The void, which had been trembling violently, suddenly began to ripple slightly, and an ancient and magnificent portal to time and space slowly opened, radiating a vast aura.

Hundreds of Grand Luo Golden Immortals and tens of thousands of Taiyi Golden Immortals slowly emerged from the Gate of Time and Space. Each immortal and god stood on auspicious seven-colored clouds, wore uniform golden armor, and were surrounded by colorful rays of light. Their figures were tall and imposing, exuding both magnificence and nobility, as well as a calm and dignified aura. An overwhelming pressure swept over them, causing all the gods present to feel a chill in their hearts.

When Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi saw these immortals and gods, their eyes lit up instantly. They secretly calculated that if they could recruit these powerful immortals and gods to their own side, the strength of the demon race would greatly increase. At that time, not only would they be able to suppress the witch race, but they might even be able to unify the prehistoric world.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches looked at these brightly dressed immortals and gods with disdain, muttering to themselves: Who are these people? Dressed in such gaudy clothes, they are unpleasant to look at. I could kill one of them with one punch.

Splash-

In an instant, these immortals and gods lined up in an orderly fashion, forming neat rows of formations, displaying strict discipline and imposing presence.

Hundreds of Grand Luo Golden Immortals stepped aside to make way for a wide road, and tens of thousands of Taiyi Golden Immortals lined up on both sides, forming a grand scene of ten thousand immortals in a row. The lineup was extremely luxurious, leaving the gods of the prehistoric world dumbfounded.

Under the watchful eyes of all the gods, a figure holding a dragon-headed staff and dressed in a magnificent Taoist robe slowly walked out from the procession.

Dongwanggong walked slowly down a golden road to the center of Dijun, Donghuang Taiyi, and the Twelve Ancestral Witches. He bowed slightly and said in a calm tone, "Dongwanggong greets you all."

"Hmph, what's he doing here?"

Upon seeing the sudden appearance of the Eastern King Duke, Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with confusion.

However, neither of them paid any attention to Dong Wanggong, and they continued to stare intently at the Twelve Ancestral Witches opposite them, clearly not taking him seriously.

At this moment, in their eyes, Dong Wanggong seemed to have become a completely different person. Compared with the Dong Wanggong who had been crushed and humiliated by them before, he was like a completely different person. His temperament and aura had undergone earth-shattering changes.

This only deepened the confusion and bewilderment in the hearts of Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi.

They were clearly mortal enemies, yet the Eastern King Duke suddenly appeared in this manner and even took the initiative to greet them, which was extremely strange.

"Brother, don't you feel that all of this is strange?"

Donghuang Taiyi secretly activated his primordial spirit and asked Dijun a question via telepathy, his tone full of solemnity.

"Yes, second brother, I've also sensed it; this matter is definitely not simple."

Di Jun nodded slightly and responded in kind with his primordial spirit, his vigilance reaching its peak.

Meanwhile, on the other side...

The twelve Ancestral Witches all turned somber upon seeing the arrival of the Eastern King Duke.

Zhu Rong, who was known for his volatile temper, immediately roared, "Where did this show-off come from? If you don't want to die, get the hell out of here!"

Gonggong chimed in, his tone full of sarcasm: "How utterly ridiculous! Don't they even know who they are? How dare they interfere in the affairs of our Wu tribe and the demon tribe?"

Mocking him like this by Zhu Rong, Dong Wang Gong's face immediately turned extremely ugly. He traveled throughout the primordial world, and wherever he went, he was always revered and worshipped by the gods.

But how could he tolerate being ignored and humiliated by the brute force of the Wu tribe?

The Eastern King was so angry that he trembled all over, his chest heaving violently.

This was the greatest humiliation he had ever suffered in millions of years, apart from the previous time when his body was shattered by the heavens and he fled in a sorry state. It was an utter disgrace.

Dijiang snorted, his tone cold and forceful: "Hmph! Dongwanggong, the feud between my Wu clan and the demon clan is a private matter between the two clans, and it's not something your Zifu can interfere with. Now get out of here!"

"good!"

Di Jun also sneered, clearly agreeing with Di Jiang's words and not wanting Dong Wang Gong to get in the way and ruin their plan to suppress the Wu tribe.

The Eastern King was furious, his face turning ashen. He pointed at Di Jun and Di Jiang, his voice trembling, "Very well, very well! I'll see if you can get what you want today. I refuse to believe that with my strength, I can't make you give up!"