The Dao and Demon Ancestors Peek Simultaneously! The Primordial World's Biggest Variable is Born

The western continent was barren and desolate.

It was completely different from the spiritual mist-like, vibrant scene in the east.

Here, the mountains were bare, the land was dark red, and a violent, murderous aura permeated the air.

This was the borderland where the Dragon, Phoenix, and Kirin clans' forces intermingled.

The most intense front-line battlefield.

On the Blood Maple Plain, a brutal war was unfolding.

"Kill!"

A five-clawed golden dragon, ten thousand zhang long, let out a heaven-shattering dragon roar.

He was Ao Guang, an elder of the Dragon Clan and a Grand Unity Golden Immortal.

With a flick of his dragon tail, a thousand-zhang-high mountain was instantly pulverized.

Scorching dragon breath erupted, transforming into a vast sea of fire.

Dozens of Phoenix clan warriors clad in colorful feather armor were instantly reduced to charcoal.

"Roar--!"

"Ao Guang! You court death!"

A sharp phoenix cry echoed from the sky.

A five-colored phoenix with wings spanning tens of thousands of zhang tore through the clouds and dived down.

It was engulfed in blazing Southern Bright Leaving Fire, and the space warped wherever it passed.

It was Feng Xi, a Grand Unity Golden Immortal of the Phoenix Clan.

With a flap of her wings, countless flaming blades rained down upon Ao Guang.

"Feng Xi! Just in time!"

A cruel glint flashed in Ao Guang's eyes as his massive dragon claws met them directly.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The collision between the dragon claws and the fire blades unleashed world-destroying energy shockwaves.

The battles of Grand Unity Golden Immortals could cause mountains to collapse and the earth to split with every movement.

The entire Blood Maple Plain groaned and shattered.

Below, tens of thousands of Dragon and Phoenix clan warriors had already gone mad with slaughter.

The torrent of Shrimp Soldiers and Crab Generals clashed fiercely with the legions of various flying beasts.

The glint of blades and the roar of skills intertwined into a symphony of death.

A Crab General at the Heavenly Immortal realm, after snapping the neck of a white crane with his giant pincers, was torn in half by the giant eagle's talons descending from the sky the next second.

A Tiger Shark at the Profound Immortal realm stirred up a monstrous tidal wave, drowning hundreds and thousands of flying beasts. Before it could revel in its victory, it was refined alive by a fire formation jointly set up by three Golden Immortal-level Phoenix experts.

There was no right or wrong here, only allegiance.

There was no mercy, only slaughter.

For the glory of their race, for the struggle for the world's destiny.

Neighbors who once lived under the same sky were now irreconcilable enemies.

Blood stained the earth, and scattered limbs and broken bodies were everywhere.

The wails and screams of living beings echoed through the heavens.

The resentment, fiendish energy, and karma emanating from these dying beings transformed into invisible black qi that surged towards the sky.

It merged into the increasingly dense calamity clouds high above.

On an inconspicuous mountain peak, ten thousand miles away from the battlefield, a Daoist priest in black robes, with a gaunt face and sinister eyes, sat cross-legged.

He watched the murderous aura surging from the battlefield, a look of intoxicated pleasure on his face.

He opened his mouth and inhaled.

The malevolent, resentful fiendish energy that other beings avoided like the plague was drawn into his abdomen like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea.

His aura grew a bit stronger with each breath.

"Not enough... still not enough..."

"Kill! Kill to your heart's content!"

"The more you die, the more perfect my Dao will become!"

"Dragon Clan, Phoenix Clan, Kirin Clan... you creatures who consider yourselves noble are nothing but sustenance for my path to enlightenment!"

He was the future Demon Ancestor—Luohu.

Luohu's gaze swept past the bloody battlefield, fixing on Mount Sumeru in the distance.

That was his dojo.

At this moment, above Mount Sumeru, four swords exuding immense killing intent bobbed and were tempered amidst endless fiend qi and karmic fire.

These were the Four Swords of Zhu Xian, innate treasures of slaughter he had painstakingly forged, imitating the destructive aura of Pangu's Sky-Opening Axe!

As long as they absorbed enough Calamity Fiend Qi, these four peerlessly ferocious swords would be completely perfected!

Once the Zhu Xian Sword Formation was set up, not even the Four Saints could break it!

In the entire Primordial World, who would be his match?

Hongjun?

Thinking of that guy who always opposed him, disdain flashed in Luohu's eyes.

While Hongjun was powerful, he cultivated the orthodox Xuanmen path of obeying heaven and accommodating people, emphasizing "virtue."

Conversely, he cultivated the demonic path of defying heaven, emphasizing "struggle"!

Struggle against heaven, struggle against earth, struggle against man!

In this calamity, his path held far greater advantage than Hongjun's!

Just as Luohu was immersed in his grand vision of future dominion...

He suddenly felt a premonition, and his head shot up to look at the eastern sky.

His gaze pierced through endless space.

He "saw," in the distant east, on a colossal mountain shrouded in immortal qi, three streams of pure qi soaring towards the heavens.

Following that, a massive auspicious cloud carrying three indistinct figures and a small ball of light radiating boundless vitality was unhurriedly flying towards the Western Continent.

He recognized those three streams of pure qi.

They were the Three Pure Ones, transformed from Pangu's Primordial Spirit.

Ever since obtaining the merit of heaven's creation, these three had been hiding in Kunlun Mountain, cultivating in seclusion.

Why would they suddenly get involved in this mess?

Luohu frowned.

His attention quickly shifted from the Three Pure Ones to the small ball of light.

Even across the vast distance, he could still sense the purity and immense primal origin qi contained within that ball of light!

That aura stood in stark contrast to the deathly stillness and fiend qi of the battlefield.

A lamp in the darkness, a pure lotus in the mud.

"What... is this?"

For the first time, uncertainty flickered in Luohu's eyes.

Was it some top-tier Innate Spiritual Root undergoing Form Transformation?

But even the Yellow Middle Plum, the foremost of the Ten Great Innate Spiritual Roots, shouldn't possess such pure origin qi!

This aura even caused a slight restlessness and... craving within the demonic qi in his body!

If only he could devour and refine this ball of origin qi...

Luohu's heart began to pound uncontrollably.

He had a strong premonition.

This suddenly appearing little thing might become the biggest variable in his plan!

At the same time, in an unknown immortal mountain cave-dwelling elsewhere...

An old Daoist, clad in a simple Daoist robe with an ancient, unadorned face, slowly opened his eyes.

He, too, looked in the direction of Kunlun Mountain.

"The Three Pure Ones... have left the mountain?"

"And what kind of spiritual being is beside them? To possess such fortune?"

He performed a divination, but found the heavenly secrets to be utterly chaotic, obscured by the calamity's fiend qi, rendering him unable to discern anything.

He was the future Dao Ancestor—Hongjun.

Hongjun also frowned.

He could sense that with the Three Pure Ones leaving their mountain and the appearance of that mysterious ball of light, the already chaotic heavenly secrets of the Primordial World had become even more unfathomable.

The direction of this calamity seemed to be slipping beyond his control.

His gaze then turned towards Mount Sumeru, where the fiend qi was most concentrated.

"Luohu... your demonic path is ultimately a dead end."

"I just don't know if this new variable is a blessing or a curse..."

Hongjun sighed, slowly closed his eyes, and his figure once again merged with heaven and earth.

A Calamity that swept across the Primordial World, a variable that had just emerged.

The two future ancestors of Dao and Demon, as if by prior agreement, turned their gazes towards the auspicious cloud flying westward.

The future of the Primordial World, from this moment on, embarked on a path no one could have foreseen.

And upon that auspicious cloud.

Tongtian Jiaozhu, holding Lin Shen in his arms, suddenly shivered.

"Why do I suddenly feel like I'm being watched?"

Taishang Laojun and Yuanshi Tianzun both turned to look at him.

The gazes of the three fell upon Lin Shen as if by prior agreement.

The little one was currently gazing at the unfamiliar land below with a pair of clear, large eyes, full of curiosity.

Although he sensed the dense Calamity Fiend Qi in the air, his face did not show the same worried expression as before.

Instead, a hint of... excitement? appeared.