Dao and Demon Ancestors Watch at Once! The Greatest Variable in the Primordial World Is Born

The Western Continent was barren and desolate.

It stood in stark contrast to the East, where spiritual energy hung like mist and life flourished.

Here, the mountains were bare, the soil dark red, and the air pervaded by a violent, murderous aura.

This was precisely the borderland where the territories of the Dragon Clan, Phoenix Clan, and Qilin Clan intersected.

The frontline where their conflicts were fiercest.

A brutal battle was unfolding across Blood Maple Plain.

"Kill!"

A five-clawed golden dragon stretching ten thousand zhang in length let out an earth-shaking roar.

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

With a sweep of his tail, a mountain a thousand zhang high shattered instantly.

Scorching dragon breath gushed forth, transforming into a towering sea of flames.

Dozens of Phoenix Clan warriors clad in rainbow-feather armor were instantly reduced to charred corpses.

"Roar—!"

"Ao Guang! You're courting death!"

A shrill phoenix cry rang out from the heavens.

A multicolored phoenix with a wingspan of tens of thousands of zhang tore through the clouds and dove down.

Southern Bright Leaving Fire blazed fiercely over her body, warping space wherever she passed.

She 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 gleam flashed in Ao Guang's eyes as his massive dragon claw met her attack head-on.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The dragon claw collided with the flaming blades, unleashing energy shockwaves capable of destroying heaven and earth.

A battle between Grand Unity Golden Immortals could split mountains and shatter the earth with every gesture.

The entire Blood Maple Plain groaned and cracked apart.

Below, tens of thousands of Dragon Clan and Phoenix Clan warriors had long since fought themselves into a frenzy.

A torrent of shrimp soldiers and crab generals smashed viciously into legions formed of all manner of birds.

Blades flashed, and flesh flew.

The radiance of magical treasures and the thunderous roar of divine abilities intertwined into a symphony of death.

A crab general at the Heavenly Immortal realm swung his enormous claws and had just snapped the neck of a white crane.

The next instant, he was torn in half by the talons of a giant eagle descending from the sky.

A tiger shark at the Profound Immortal realm raised monstrous waves that drowned hundreds upon thousands of birds.

Before he could savor his triumph, three Golden Immortal Phoenix Clan experts joined forces to trap him in a grand flame formation and refine him alive.

There was no right or wrong here, only sides.

No mercy, only slaughter.

For the glory of their races, for the struggle over the fortune of heaven and earth.

Neighbors who had once lived beneath the same sky had now become enemies locked in a fight to the death.

Blood dyed the earth red, and severed limbs lay everywhere.

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

The resentment, fiendish aura, and karmic force released by these dead beings turned into invisible black vapor that rose into the sky.

It merged into the tribulation clouds high above, which were growing ever denser.

On an inconspicuous mountain peak ten thousand li from the battlefield.

A Daoist dressed in black robes, with a withered face and sinister eyes, sat cross-legged.

Watching the fiendish aura rising from the battlefield, he revealed an intoxicated smile.

He opened his mouth and inhaled lightly.

The poisonous resentment and fiendish aura that other beings avoided like the plague flowed into his belly like rivers returning to the sea.

His aura grew a little stronger as a result.

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

"Kill, then! Kill to your hearts' content!"

"The more of you that die, the more perfect my Dao becomes!"

"Dragon Clan, Phoenix Clan, Qilin Clan... you creatures who call yourselves noble are nothing more than nourishment on my path to the Dao!"

He was none other than the future Demon Ancestor—Luohu.

Luohu's gaze passed over the bloody battlefield and turned toward distant Mount Sumeru.

That was where his Daoist sanctuary lay.

At that moment, four longswords overflowing with killing intent floated above Mount Sumeru, being tempered within endless fiendish aura and karmic flames.

They were the Four Swords of Zhu Xian, innate treasures of slaughter that he had painstakingly forged by imitating the Aura of Slaughter of Pangu's Sky-Opening Axe!

As long as they absorbed sufficient Calamity Fiend Qi, these four peerless vicious swords would reach complete fruition!

Then, once he set up the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation, it would take no fewer than four Saints to break it!

Who in the entire Primordial World could still stand against him?

Hongjun?

At the thought of that fellow who was always opposing him, disdain flashed through Luohu's eyes.

Hongjun might be formidable, but he cultivated the orthodox Mystical Gate path of Following Heaven and Responding to People, placing great emphasis on the word "virtue."

Meanwhile, he cultivated the Demonic Path of defying Heaven, which emphasized the word "struggle"!

Struggle against Heaven, struggle against earth, struggle against people!

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

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

He suddenly sensed something and sharply raised his head to look toward the eastern sky.

His gaze pierced through endless space.

He "saw" three streams of pure qi rising into the sky from a towering mountain shrouded in Immortal Qi in the distant East.

Then, a massive auspicious cloud carrying three indistinct figures and a small ball of light brimming with boundless vitality flew unhurriedly toward the Western Continent.

He recognized those three streams of pure qi.

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

Ever since those three had obtained the merit of opening Heaven, they had remained in secluded cultivation on Kunlun Mountain.

Why had they suddenly come to meddle in these muddy waters?

Luohu frowned slightly.

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

Even across such an immeasurable distance, he could still sense how pure and vast the Origin Qi of Life contained within that light was!

That aura formed the starkest possible contrast with the deathly stillness and fiendish aura on this battlefield.

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

"What... is that?"

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

Had some supreme Innate Spiritual Root taken form?

But even the Yellow Middle Plum, foremost among the ten great Innate Spiritual Roots, should not possess such pure Origin Qi!

That aura even caused the demonic qi within him to stir with a faint trace of... longing!

If he could devour and refine that mass of Origin Qi...

Luohu's heart began pounding violently beyond his control.

He had a powerful premonition.

This little thing that had suddenly appeared might become the greatest variable in his plans!

At the same time, within an unknown immortal mountain cave abode elsewhere.

An Old Daoist dressed in plain robes, his face ancient and unadorned, slowly opened his eyes.

He too looked toward Kunlun Mountain.

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

"What kind of spiritual treasure is that beside them, to possess such fortune?"

He calculated upon his fingers, but found only that the heavenly secrets were a blur, obscured by the fiendish aura of the calamity. He could deduce nothing at all.

He was none other than the future Dao Ancestor—Hongjun.

Hongjun's brows also furrowed.

He could sense that, with the Three Pure Ones leaving the 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 course of this calamity seemed about to slip beyond his control.

His gaze shifted once more toward Mount Sumeru, where the fiendish aura was thickest.

"Luohu... your Demonic Path will ultimately lead to a dead end."

"I simply do not know whether this new variable will bring fortune or disaster..."

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

A calamity that would sweep across the Primordial World, and a variable newly brought into existence.

The two future ancestors of Dao and Demon both turned their gazes toward the auspicious cloud flying westward.

From this moment onward, the future of the Primordial World set foot upon a path no one could foresee.

And atop that auspicious cloud.

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

"Why do I suddenly feel like someone's watching me?"

Taishang Laojun and Yuanshi Tianzun turned to look at him at the same time.

The three of them involuntarily lowered their gazes onto Lin Shen.

The little fellow was currently staring with wide, clear eyes, curiously examining the unfamiliar land below.

Although he had sensed the dense fiendish aura in the air, there was no trace of his previous worry on his face.

Instead, he showed a hint of... excitement?