Conflict Rekindled, A Battle of Witches and Demons!

The sun and moon turned, the years stretched long—over two thousand Yuanhui had passed since Dao Ancestor Hongjun merged with the Dao.

In those two thousand-plus Yuanhui, the Primordial World had never settled into peace because of the Dao Ancestor's union with the Dao.

The spread of the Severing Three Corpses method made Innate Spiritual Treasures targets for all, and territorial disputes between clans rose and fell without end.

But not long ago, after the Witch-Demon Two Clans erupted in battle outside Buzhou Mountain, every open and hidden conflict across the Primordial World abruptly ceased.

Whether scattered cultivators of great power or tribal chieftains, all quietly cast their divine senses toward that region shrouded in chaotic flows of Law, not daring to breathe too heavily.

Buzhou Mountain, the pillar of the Primordial World formed from Pangu's spine, had now become a slaughterground for the Witch-Demon Two Clans.

Over a hundred million troops from both sides spread across the area; the light of Golden Immortal cultivators' techniques streaked through like shooting stars.

The divine abilities of Primordial Unity Golden Immortals tore through the clouds, while Demon Kings and Great Witches at the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal level formed opposing arrays in midair.

On the ground, Witch Clan soldiers relied on their physical bodies to withstand the Demon Race's spells, their fists shattering the bone staves of Yao Soldiers, their fangs biting through opponents' necks.

In the sky, Demon Race cultivators rode wind and fire, turning the light of Innate Spiritual Treasures into blades, only for the Great Witches to meet them head-on with Law Power.

The Metal Element Law slashed out by golden halberds severed the flow of air; the Life Law woven from wooden vines healed wounds.

Yet even so, at every moment, cultivators from both sides fell on the spot.

Blood flowed along the rock walls of Buzhou Mountain, gathering into winding crimson streams that seeped into the depths of the Primordial World's spiritual veins.

This was merely the scene on the mid-to-low-level battlefield; the mid-to-high-level battlefield, though not as gruesome, was even more intense.

Eastern Emperor Taiyi's figure hovered in midair, the Innate Supreme Treasure Eastern Emperor Bell suspended above his head, its body engraved with Chaos Runes glowing with a golden halo.

His left hand pressed against the bell's body, then suddenly pushed downward.

The sound of the Eastern Emperor Bell instantly resounded through the universe, invisible sound waves spreading outward as spatial ripples.

Dijiang, who had been about to teleport behind Taiyi using the Space Law, suddenly froze mid-motion.

The pale green Spatial Flowing Light around him flickered in momentary disorder.

This bell sound could not only shake the Primordial Spirit but also disrupt the operation of Laws—it was precisely the bane of beings like the Witch Clan who relied on innate Laws.

"Dijiang, your little space tricks, before This Emperor's Eastern Emperor Bell, are nothing but a child's play!"

Taiyi sneered, his right hand forming a sword finger, drawing on the Eastern Emperor Bell's spatial power. A golden sword beam tore through the void, thrusting straight at Dijiang's heart.

Dijiang's pupils contracted sharply. All six legs pushed off at once, his four wings fanning into afterimages, barely dodging in the nick of time.

But his left shoulder was still grazed by the sword beam, sending a spray of golden blood.

Even if a Witch Clan's physical body could withstand a full-force blow from an Innate Spiritual Treasure, it still could not fully resist the Law attack of an Innate Supreme Treasure.

"Taiyi, you brat, don't get cocky!" Zhurong's roar came from the left.

Flames of the Primordial World's ultimate yang blazed around him, the crimson fire twisting the surrounding air until even space showed scorched black marks.

He opened his mouth and spat out a fire dragon, its body wrapped in Fire Element Law runes. Wherever it passed, even the clouds burned to ash.

But Taiyi merely raised a hand and guided the Eastern Emperor Bell to block in front of him. The fire dragon slammed into the bell's body and was instantly scattered by the bell's sound.

Fragments of flame fell onto the battlefield below, directly incinerating entire swaths of Yao Soldiers and Witch soldiers into ash.

"With such meager ability, you dare call yourselves descendants of Pangu?"

Taiyi's gaze swept over Zhurong, who had been knocked back earlier, Gonggong, and Dijiang, who had just steadied himself. His tone was full of contempt.

He twisted his wrist, and the Eastern Emperor Bell rang out again. This time, the bell sound was no longer spreading ripples.

Instead, it condensed into a spatial shockwave, charging straight at the six Ancestral Witches.

Dijiang, Zhurong, Gonggong, Qiangliang, Zhujiuyin, and Xizi had just formed an encirclement, but this shockwave sent them all flying backward.

Qiangliang spat blood, several tiger scales on his chest shattered. Xizi's bird wings were torn by spatial power, purple arcs of electricity crackling at the wounds.

Zhujiuyin's dragon body was grazed by the shockwave, flesh churning beneath the scales, and even his left eye, which controlled day and night, was bloodshot.

Dijiang steadied himself, his gaze sweeping the battlefield. Below, the Great Witches of the Witch Clan, though suffering casualties, still resisted stubbornly with Law Power.

Jumang's Wood Law continuously spurred plant life, repairing the flesh of injured clansmen.

Rushou's golden halberd split open the Demon Race's defensive array, leading a squad of Great Witches toward the position of Demon Emperor Dijun.

He suppressed the thought of deploying the Great Heavenly God-Demon Array, his six feet already treading the void, his voice transmitting along with the Space Law.

"Zhujiuyin, slow the Time Law. Zhurong, Gonggong, take the flanks and disrupt the bell's rhythm."

"Qiangliang, Xizi, draw on your lightning power and pin down Taiyi's attention!"

Before his words faded, his hands had already formed seals. The space around Buzhou Mountain suddenly layered.

Transparent barriers stacked one upon another, temporarily blocking Eastern Emperor Taiyi's attack.

On the other side, Zhurong's flames immediately veered to the flank. Gonggong's Youming dark water turned into chains binding the Eastern Emperor Bell.

Qiangliang's Nine Heavens divine thunder and Xizi's web of electric arcs simultaneously shrouded Taiyi's airspace.

Commands and actions flowed seamlessly—the six Ancestral Witches instantly formed a new encirclement formation.

"Hmph, putting up a stubborn fight!" Taiyi snorted coldly. The Eastern Emperor Bell's chime grew more urgent.

The golden halo expanded instantly, blasting the flames, water chains, and lightning all away.

But the moment he divided his attention to block the flanking attack, Dijiang seized the opportunity, his figure instantly teleporting behind Taiyi.

Six feet struck out simultaneously, Space Law condensing into six sharp spatial blades that stabbed straight at Taiyi's back.

Taiyi reacted swiftly, the Eastern Emperor Bell instantly shifting behind him.

With a deafening clang, the spatial blades slammed into the Eastern Emperor Bell's body, erupting in blinding light, and Taiyi's form was jolted forward half a step.

Meanwhile, on the other side of Buzhou Mountain, Houtu and Jumang were being firmly pinned down by Kunpeng alone.

Kunpeng spread his sky-covering wings, and the North Sea Cold Water dripping from their tips instantly transformed into countless water threads.

On one side, they wove a thick water curtain, blocking the Earth Law Houtu was driving.

The earthen wall Houtu had just raised shattered before it could fully form, frozen through by the cold water.

Earth spikes that burst from the ground turned into ice crystals the moment they touched the water curtain.

On the other side, he directed the water threads to entangle Jumang's wood-element spirit plants.

Jumang tried to spur vines to bind Kunpeng, but the vines stiffened from the cold water as soon as they extended, and even the life aura swirling around him was suppressed, dimming several shades.

Kunpeng flapped both wings, and countless icy water blades shot at the two simultaneously.

Forcing Houtu to tighten her Earth Law defenses, and Jumang to divert attention to sever the incoming water blades—for the moment, neither could join the siege on Dijun.

This left Dijun, who was locked in battle with the three Ancestral Witches Rushou, Xuanming, and Tianwu, looking completely at ease.

The River Diagram and Luo Book floated before him, transforming into a Star Chart that encompassed all things.

The stars in the Star Chart flickered, each one corresponding to a Law-based attack.

Rushou wielded a golden halberd, Metal Element Law condensing into countless sharp blades that slashed at Dijun.

But they were blocked by the stars in the Star Chart; the blades crashed against the stars, erupting in ear-splitting roars.

"Rushou, your Metal Element Law may be sharp, but it cannot break through This Imperial One's River Diagram and Luo Book!"

Dijun's voice was icy cold, and he lightly tapped the Star Chart with a finger.

A red star suddenly blazed to life, and a pillar of Fire Element Law shot toward Rushou.

Rushou raised his halberd to block; the golden weapon collided with the pillar, and the immense impact sent him stumbling back, cracks splitting the space beneath his feet.

Xuanming, meanwhile, was brewing Ice Element Law off to the side. She opened her mouth and exhaled a breath of Nine Abyss Cold Air.

Wherever the cold air passed, the air froze solid, even space crystallizing into ice.

She waved both hands, and countless ice spikes shot at Dijun, but the Star Chart of the River Diagram and Luo Book twisted their trajectory.

The ice spikes flew past, grazing Dijun's robe, and landed on the battlefield below, freezing entire ranks of Yao Soldiers into ice sculptures.

Tianwu, with all eight heads howling in unison, used Wind Element Law to summon an Eightfold Astral Wind. The astral wind tore through space, forming countless wind blades that pressed straight toward Dijun.

Dijun frowned slightly, and the Star Chart of the River Diagram and Luo Book instantly expanded, swallowing all the wind blades.

Then a blue star in the Star Chart lit up, and a torrent of Water Law surged back in counterattack.

Tianwu's eight heads simultaneously spewed hurricanes, colliding with the torrent.

The explosive shockwave from the interweaving of water and fire tore a rift in the surrounding star domain barrier.

Several nearby stars, losing their Law support, crashed down toward the Primordial Wilderness with a roar.

They gouged out bottomless pits, triggering tsunamis and earthquakes.