Defeat and Worry
The ethereal notes of the qin passed through the purgatory of lightning and fire, heading straight for Ancestral Dragon, Yuanfeng, and Ancestral Qilin themselves.
Just as the music was about to reach the three Quasi-Sages, a stream of black-and-yellow Qi blocked it. Ten thousand golden lotuses bloomed, enveloping all three Quasi-Sages.
For a time, the two sides reached a stalemate.
Seeing this, Fuxi frowned slightly. The music changed at once, a trace of killing intent seeping into its celestial melody.
"You're not bad. Then try taking a strike from me!" As his words fell, Fuxi plucked a string with his thumb.
Twang!!
Amid the mighty peal of the qin, a vast sound wave surged forth, accompanied by countless wondrous Dao Rhymes.
At once, heaven and earth wailed, Qiankun turned upside down, and earth, wind, water, and fire appeared, as though heaven and earth were about to be created anew.
The sound wave struck the lightning and flames. The next moment, the boundless purgatory woven from lightning and fire fell apart. Unable to withstand the immense power, the Ancestral Dragon Pearl and the Phoenix Bell each developed a fine crack and flew back into their owners' hands.
Only the Central Wuji Apricot Yellow Banner, said to drive back all evil and withstand all techniques, was still holding on with difficulty.
This banner was the defensive treasure among the Five-Colored Banners, which was why it had lasted until now.
But it was already a spent crossbow bolt. If another strike came, it might not be able to withstand it.
At the sight, all three Quasi-Sages' expressions changed drastically. Ancestral Dragon and Yuanfeng in particular turned deathly pale.
Their life-bound treasures had been damaged, leaving them both severely injured and unable to fight on!
"Retreat!!"
Someone shouted, and the three Quasi-Sage experts turned and fled, vanishing over the horizon in the blink of an eye.
The three Quasi-Sages had come quickly and left just as quickly, though there was a distinct hint of disarray in their movements.
Fuxi watched the three depart and made no move to stop them.
To him, the three sacred beasts, as one of the leading forces in the Dragon-Han Calamity, were more useful to his plans alive!
At the foot of Buzhou Mountain, in the Witch Clan's territory.
The three Quasi-Sages had come quickly and left just as quickly, though there was a distinct hint of disarray in their movements.
The world-destroying scene had long since vanished, and the shattered space had already mended itself.
Before the Mirror Flower, Water Moon Divine Ability, the countless members of the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin Clans were all in disbelief.
"The... the patriarch lost!"
"Impossible! The patriarch couldn't possibly lose! It must be... it must be that mirror playing tricks. This is fake!"
"Our patriarch is the strongest being in the Primordial World. Only the patriarchs of the other two clans can stand against our patriarch, so how could our patriarch lose to some nobody?!"
"I don't believe it, I don't believe it, aahhh..."
In an instant, the faith in the hearts of countless members of the three clans crumbled. Some could not bear the shock and chose to take their own lives.
With such a result, not only the members of the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin Clans, but even those unrelated to the three clans found it hard to calm their hearts.
Many great experts tried to deduce the secrets of heaven and work out Fuxi's origins, but naturally, they learned nothing.
This left the great experts even more horrified. The unknown was the most frightening thing of all.
After this battle, many beings in the Primordial World remembered Fuxi, and they also happened to remember the newly born Witch Clan.
The leaders of countless races in the Primordial World turned around and told their clansmen not to offend the Witch Clan in the future.
On Jade Capital Mountain, inside the Nine Heavens Palace, celestial music flowed gracefully, vitality abounded, purple Qi wreathed the air, and auspicious mists shimmered in a splendid celestial palace scene.
Amid boundless Dao Rhymes, Daoist Hongjun sat cross-legged on a cushion, watching the images conveyed by the Mirror Flower, Water Moon Divine Ability. He could not help feeling both joy and worry, his heart deeply conflicted.
Earlier, when he had used two Innate Spiritual Treasures to win Fuxi over, Hongjun had found it quite painful.
Although he possessed many spiritual treasures, he had gathered them only after searching the entire Primordial World over countless years.
Anyone would hesitate to give away two of them for nothing.
But now that he had seen Fuxi fight one against three and display the strength to force three Quasi-Sage experts to retreat, Hongjun immediately felt fortunate to have made such a wise decision.
If Fuxi joined him, then together with Yang Mei, Qiankun, Yin-Yang, Five Elements, Bengtian, Fate, and the others he had contacted earlier, victory over Luohu would be firmly in his grasp!
But this man was utterly mysterious and possessed such formidable strength. He would surely become a major rival in the future.
If only Fuxi and Luohu could perish together!
I must plan this carefully and make sure it succeeds in a single stroke.
At the same time, in the Western World, someone else was wary of Fuxi.
Mount Sumeru stretched across the heavens and earth for hundreds of millions upon hundreds of millions of miles, spanning the western realm. It was the undisputed foremost divine mountain in the West.
Yet at this moment, the divine mountain was filled with extraordinarily dense demonic Qi. Surging demonic Qi wreathed the entire mountain range, staining the heavens and earth in all directions a strange color.
Atop Mount Sumeru stood a Demon Palace, black as ink.
This was the Demon Ancestor's Holy Land, the cultivation ground of Demon Ancestor Luohu.
At the head of the great hall, a figure steeped in dense demonic Qi sat firmly on the throne in the Demon Palace's main hall. It was none other than Demon Ancestor Luohu.
Luohu's face was dark as ink. Before him, too, flickered a precious mirror formed by the Mirror Flower, Water Moon Divine Ability.
It reflected the great battle at the foot of Buzhou Mountain.
At the start of the battle, everything had gone according to Luohu's script.
He had been quite satisfied to see the three Quasi-Sage experts, Ancestral Dragon, Yuanfeng, and Ancestral Qilin, descend upon Buzhou Mountain to make trouble for the Witch Clan.
Although Ancestral Dragon, Yuanfeng, and Ancestral Qilin were only at the peak of the early Quasi-Sage realm, their formidable bodies and Innate Divine Abilities made them little inferior to his Avatar in strength alone.
With the Innate Spiritual Treasures in the hands of the three divine beasts, even Luohu's true body would have to treat their combined strength with caution.
Yet the three Quasi-Sage great experts had actually been defeated in the confrontation.
Luohu had guessed the beginning, but not the ending.
He gazed at Fuxi in the precious mirror, standing with his hands behind his back, his white robes untouched by even a speck of dust, every bit the Childe of the Turbid World.
Luohu could not help feeling a surge of agitation.
He had not felt this way since becoming a Quasi-Sage and establishing the Western Demon Sect.
Yet now, because of Fuxi, his schemes had failed repeatedly, and an unexpected obstacle had arisen on his Path to Sainthood.
How could that not make him anxious?
Not only did this man possess an incomparably formidable body, but he also wielded Great God Pangu's Law of Force.
And then there was the Fuxi Qin he had revealed today.
Each and every one of these things had exceeded Luohu's expectations.
This man was utterly mysterious, his methods appearing one after another without end. How could anyone not be wary of him?
More importantly, Fuxi was growing stronger at a rate visible to the naked eye.
If this continued, Fuxi would surely become the greatest obstacle on his Path to Sainthood.
"I can wait no longer. I must move the plan forward as quickly as possible!"
With that thought, Luohu made up his mind. He stirred his magic power, and a voice transmission flew out of the palace.