The Great Desolation Begins

When you Yao slaughtered the common folk and harmed the myriad races, Did you ever feel even a shred of shame?

Lin Fan chuckled in response.

Presumptuous!

Donghuang Taiyi's furious roar erupted, and the Chaos Bell tore through the void, arriving.

Lin Fan calmly summoned thirty-six Sea Calming Divine Pearls, Transforming them into thirty-six layers of heavenly realms that stirred the might of the four seas.

The clash of metal resounded through the nine heavens, Resulting in an even match.

As the Chaos Bell let out a mournful cry and flew backward, Lin Fan's body erupted in light.

The Annihilation Chaos Divine Lightning turned into a sea of lightning, pouring down.

Di Jun's divine body was instantly covered in cracks, His hair and beard stood on end, making him look like a monstrous being.

Ah—

Amidst the piercing screams, Di Jun's face contorted, nearly splitting apart.

His fiery eyes wished they could devour Lin Fan alive.

However, at this moment, that seemingly tiny body, Was as unshakeable as the primordial chaos.

Di Jun struggled desperately but couldn't break free.

Finally, he couldn't bear the burden any longer.

The magic power within him erupted like a torrent.

With a world-shattering roar, blood rain filled the sky.

Di Jun, without hesitation, depleted his origin and shattered his physical body to escape through blood, instantly creating distance from Lin Fan.

His eyes, besides hatred, now held a trace of fear.

Yao, heed my command! Form ranks and slaughter the Human Race!

Donghuang Taiyi's furious roar shook the firmament.

Instantly, countless Yao transformed into a torrent and swept down.

Shadows of Yao that blotted out the sun and moon enveloped the land, and mountain-like beasts revealed their sky-piercing fangs.

Tens of millions of Yao charged forward, an unstoppable force.

Lin Fan's previous actions had completely enraged Donghuang Taiyi.

He intended to refine the Witch-Slaying Sword with the flesh and blood of the Human Race and annihilate the Witch Race.

Even if Lin Fan's spiritual power was boundless, how many could he protect?

Hongyun and Zhenyuanzi stopped to watch, their expressions grave.

Just as the Yao were pouring out, a clear voice echoed across the battlefield:

Little brother Lin Fan, don't panic, Sister is here!

A monstrous killing intent suddenly surged.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches, leading hundreds of millions of Witch Race warriors, advanced, their battle intent soaring.

Houtu gracefully landed beside Lin Fan.

The faces of the demon saints changed drastically.

Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi frowned, gazing at the vast army of the Witch Race, their hearts filled with suspicion:

When did the usually reckless Witch Race become so astute?

Donghuang Taiyi coldly shouted:

What do you barbaric Witches intend to do? Are you trying to violate the decree of Zixiao Palace again?

In the past, during the bloody war between the Witch and Yao races, The Twelve Ancestral Witches condensed the Du Tian Shen Sha Formation, summoned the Pangu avatar, and shattered the Heavenly Court with a single blow.

Fortunately, Dao Ancestor Hongjun issued a decree, Establishing the covenant that the heavens belong to the Yao, and the earth belongs to the Witch.

Ordered both sides to cease hostilities for a million years.

However, the Witch Race broke the agreement and attacked Heaven before, and now they reappear here.

The Eastern Emperor merely uses the Dao Ancestor's name to intimidate the witches.

Ridiculous! You slaughtered the Human Race, clearly intending to cripple our Witch Race's foundation!

With such malicious schemes, you expect us to stand idly by?

Dijiang's face was as cold as ice.

The Witch Race has only revered Pangu since ancient times, why would they heed Hongjun's decree?

Moreover, this concerns the survival of our race.

Di Jun had no intention of backing down.

What's all the nonsense? Fists are reason!

You bunch of mongrels, you ganged up on me at the East Sea before.

After a moment of thought, Di Jun waved his sleeves.

Return to the Heavenly Palace!

With the imperial decree issued, all demons lined up and returned to the Nine Heavens.

Thief Kunpeng, you can't escape!

How could the violent Zhurong and Gonggong stop, roaring as they both lunged towards the afterimage.

Kunpeng Demon Master was already heavily wounded from the continuous fierce battles. How could he dare to withstand the full force of the two Ancestral Witches now? He immediately turned into wind and fled.

Hmph! That feathered fiend is fast!

If I run into him again, I'll tear him in two!

The two Ancestral Witches failed to pursue and could only angrily withdraw their troops. The earth-shattering battle finally subsided.

When the smoke cleared, countless eyes were still fixed on Lin Fan.

Facing the entire Demon Race army alone in the Grand Unity realm, fighting Di Jun and Taiyi without defeat, this battle shook the universe.

The white-robed figure stood proudly between heaven and earth, like an unsetting great sun, emitting a radiance that overshadowed all heavens.

The great figures of the Great Desolation watching from the shadows shivered:

This child's future...

Possessing such power before even reaching Hunyuan...

Never before seen in history, such a monstrous talent!

When they recalled the forbidden spiritual powers the young man had displayed, these old monsters who had lived through countless tribulations trembled.

At this moment, Houtu gently stroked the young man's hair.

Lin Fan was already used to it—ever since Nuwa, these goddesses always liked to do this.

Turning to Zhenyuanzi, the young man bowed respectfully:

Thank you, senior.

The green-robed Daoist laughed heartily and waved his hand: You are too kind, little friend. It is all thanks to your timely advice that Daoist Hongyun could join the Human Religion and receive Empress Wa's protection.

Hongyun and Zhenyuanzi had a deep friendship. Lin Fan helping Hongyun was equivalent to helping Zhenyuanzi.

Zhenyuanzi's actions were both to repay Lin Fan's favor and to build a good relationship with him.

After catching up with Hongyun, Zhenyuanzi took his leave.

Lin Fan then looked at the Ancestral Witches present.

Houtu had rushed over from Buzhou Mountain.

She hadn't been able to fully explain the situation, but she still led many of the Witch Race to help, which made Lin Fan feel very warm.

Walking up to the Ancestral Witches, Lin Fan cupped his hands in thanks: Thank you all, Ancestral Witch Daoist friends.

Dijiang, as the leader of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, laughed heartily: You are too polite, little friend. You saved my younger sister, making you a benefactor to our race. Moreover, today you fought for the Human Race and for our race as well.

His gaze towards Lin Fan was filled with admiration.

Zhurong and Gonggong spoke next.

Indeed! Little friend, you saved my younger sister at the East Sea, and your kindness to the Witch Race is immense. A small favor like this is nothing.

If you need anything in the future, I, Gonggong, will definitely help with all my might.

Those two Golden Crows had been an eyesore for me for a long time. It's truly satisfying to see you, little friend, display your might and defeat them today.

The other Ancestral Witches also looked at Lin Fan with admiration.

The Witch Race had always revered strength.

Lin Fan had fought Di Jun and Taiyi today, heavily wounding both of them.

He could be considered the first person since the creation of heaven and earth.

He had earned their sincere respect.

Zhurong eagerly said, "Your might today, little friend, is admirable. I wonder if we could spar a bit?"

Gonggong echoed, "I'd also like to exchange a few moves."

Seeing their enthusiasm, Houtu slightly furrowed her delicate brows. "Lin Fan just went through a tough battle and needs to rest. How can you two be like this?"

"My little sister worries too much. I see Lin Fan, little friend, is full of vigor," Dijiang chuckled.

Zhurong burst into laughter.

Gonggong immediately joined in.

Houtu glared at the two, anger flashing in her eyes.

Zhurong and Gonggong immediately fell silent as if struck by fear.

Although their sister's magical power wasn't high, she was the most doted upon among the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

If they angered her, their elder brothers wouldn't have an easy time.

"Don't worry, Sister Houtu, I'm fine,"

"I've also wanted to experience the strength of the Ancestral Witches for a long time," Lin Fan said with a smile.

After hearing this, Houtu stopped trying to dissuade them.

But Gonggong and Zhurong's eyes lit up.

"Which of you two will go first?"

Lin Fan was eager to fight.

Hongyun was the first to notice something amiss, his expression strange.

He had the same look when he sparred with Lin Fan last time.

Hongyun suddenly had a premonition.

The two Ancestral Witches were likely in for some suffering.

"Let me go first!"

Zhurong darted out, his giant fist smashing through the air towards Lin Fan.

Lin Fan activated the Sacred Emperor Golden Body, channeling the origin of strength within him. Sacred light enveloped his body as he met the attack head-on.

Seeing that he dared to use his physical body to block the blow, Dijiang and the others' expressions changed in alarm.

He dared to directly confront an Ancestral Witch's body?

Wasn't that too arrogant?

They knew best how formidable Zhurong's physical body was.

This kind of confrontation was truly risky.

Houtu's eyes were filled with worry.

Just as everyone was in shock, a thunderous roar split the sky.

Zhurong was sent flying backward like a meteor.

Lin Fan, however, remained completely still.

All the Ancestral Witches were stunned.

Even Houtu, who had witnessed Lin Fan's strength, was shocked.

This little guy is fierce and cute!

After a brief moment of stunned silence, Gonggong's fighting spirit grew even stronger.

"Haha, Daoist Lin Fan, take this!"

As Gonggong finished speaking, his figure suddenly blurred, charging straight at Lin Fan.

His speed was so great that only afterimages remained, and explosive sounds echoed in mid-air.

Under Lin Fan's Void-Piercing Divine Eyes, every trajectory was revealed in exquisite detail.

The offensive maneuver spread out clearly before his eyes, like ink bleeding into Xuan paper.

However, he no longer met it head-on with his physical body. Instead, he made two gestures in the air, weaving Yin and Yang.

The laws of Lunar and Solar intertwined and rotated, condensing into the Great Yin Yang Sacred Seal, which he pushed out with a roar.

Gonggong's charge did not diminish. The moment it touched the Sacred Seal, the berserk force was completely absorbed and transformed.

In the next instant, a mighty force rebounded, flinging him back the way he came.

He traveled back even faster than he had come, like a meteor reversing its course, only crashing to the ground with a roar thousands of miles away.

Upon landing, his head struck the earth first, his legs still trembling wildly in the air.

The entire continent trembled with him, as if a giant were beating a drum.

His head-first posture made him look like an iron nail driven into the earth's core by brute force.

Dijiang and Zhu Jiuyin's facial muscles twitched, their expressions peculiar.

Houtu and Xuanming turned their faces away, their shoulders trembling slightly.

Zhurong suddenly let out a snort of laughter—he and Gonggong had always been at odds.

Seeing his rival in such a predicament now brought him immense joy.

"Fellow Daoist Lin Fan truly possesses world-shattering Spiritual Power.

This seat is utterly convinced!"

Zhurong raised his eyebrows and spoke his surrender smoothly.

"Ancestor Witch Zhurong is too modest. Your physical prowess also earns my admiration, my friend," Lin Fan replied, returning the gesture with a bow. A sharp glint flashed in his eyes.

"I hope we can spar and learn from each other more in the future, serving as whetstones for one another."

He secretly mused that this free sparring partner was much more durable than Hongyun, who lived within a hundred thousand-mile radius.

"Excellent! Excellent!"

Zhurong clapped his hands and laughed heartily, readily agreeing.

As Gonggong returned, covered in dust, he ran right into the ear-to-ear grin of his sworn enemy.

The moment their eyes met, invisible sparks flew in the air.

If Lin Fan hadn't been present, these two hot-tempered Ancestor Witches would likely have already been fighting.

"They'll start fighting again the moment they get back,"

Dijiang shook his head repeatedly.

Yet, his mind was on Lin Fan.

Lin Fan's performance today had deeply shocked him.

The Witch Race did not cultivate the Primordial Spirit, relying solely on their physical bodies. Yet, Lin Fan had not used any Spiritual Power when fighting Zhurong, relying entirely on his physical strength.

Zhurong had actually been at a disadvantage.

The sheer toughness of that physique was simply heaven-defying.

Dijiang's thoughts stirred, and he spoke:

"Little friend Lin Fan has managed to cultivate his physical body to such a degree; it is truly admirable.

However, I do have a question."

Lin Fan smiled, "Ancestor Witch Dijiang, please ask."

These Ancestor Witches were straightforward and spoke their minds, which Lin Fan found quite appealing.

Dijiang's expression turned serious, "I saw the ** you displayed just now; it was very special, extremely powerful, not inferior even to our Witch Race's **, I wonder where you learned it?"

"This ** is called the Sacred Emperor Golden Body Technique. I figured it out myself," Lin Fan answered frankly.

He figured it out himself?

Dijiang and Zhu Jiuyin exchanged glances, their eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

Houtu and Xuanming were also stunned.

Could such a heaven-defying ** be comprehended?

"Little Brother Lin Fan, are you serious?" Houtu asked, unable to believe it.

Lin Fan nodded.

"I comprehended it from the Kongtong Seal. It has a great connection to the Human Race, but unfortunately, their comprehension is insufficient. Otherwise, I would have passed it on to them long ago."

Houtu and Xuanming's minds were a bit hazy.

They themselves struggled to understand such a high-level **.

And Lin Fan was able to create it himself?

They felt as if they were living in two different worlds from him.

Dijiang was stunned for a good while before sighing, "Young friend Lin Fan is truly a heaven-blessed genius. His comprehension makes me feel ashamed."

Xuanming's beautiful eyes stared at Lin Fan, shimmering with excitement.

"Sister Houtu said he was both fierce and cute, no different from the Witch Race," she thought.

Now, it seemed, it was all an illusion.

Although that woman exhibited a fierce yet cute demeanor, such intelligence was by no means something the Witch Race could possess.

"Lin Fan, the Demon Race has already retreated. Why don't you return to the Witch Race with me? We will surely offer you a grand reception."

Houtu sincerely invited him, holding Lin Fan's hand.

Upon hearing this, Xuanming also looked at Lin Fan, her eyes full of anticipation.

"Very well, but it will have to wait a while. Although the Demon Race has retreated, the Human Race tribes have suffered heavy casualties and still need to be rebuilt."

Lin Fan replied.

He naturally yearned for Buzhou Mountain.

Seeing Lin Fan agree, the Witch Race members did not linger. They took their leave and returned to Buzhou Mountain.

Only Houtu remained, accompanying him.

Lin Fan couldn't help but sigh as he looked at the devastated human tribes.

With a raise of his hand, the Law of Creation poured down, and the broken land began to heal rapidly.

"We thank the Holy Venerable for your grace!"

"The Holy Venerable is merciful!"

The crisis was completely resolved, and the human race was filled with excitement, prostrating themselves in worship.