Primordial World's First!

Jieyin swallowed, responding softly.

Though his composure was outwardly steady, his heart was already in turmoil.

Atop Kunlun Mountain.

"The Heavenly Dao is unfair! As Pangu's Orthodox Lineage, why does the Heavenly Dao always favor these Demon Race creatures!"

Yuanshi's eyes were bloodshot, his expression nearly contorted.

Dijun and Taiyi had established their own races and courts one after another, already igniting his jealousy.

He knew that from this day forward, two more supreme beings would tower above him and his elder brother!

"What's the rush! Fortune and disaster are not yet decided. With such a loss of composure, how can you still claim to be of Pangu's Orthodox Lineage!"

Laozi frowned and reprimanded, then his gaze shifted to the distance—

That was the Witch Race's territory.

How could they stand idly by while Dijun dared to establish his Heavenly Court above the Witch Race's heads?

Furthermore, the grudges between the Witch and Demon races had been festering for a long time.

Even the slightest disturbance would be enough to stir up a massive storm.

Therefore, Laozi was not only not jealous, but he also felt a hint of anticipation.

He held no particular fondness for either the Demon Race or the Witch Race.

Whichever side suffered a loss, he would be happy to see it.

He particularly disliked the Witch Race, finding them repulsive.

A race full of brute force, yet they dared to claim to be Pangu's orthodox bloodline?

This alone made him quite displeased.

However, due to the gap in strength, he had not made a move until now.

In Wuzhuang Temple.

"No matter the outcome of this conflict, I fear it will not end easily."

Zhenyuanzi sighed softly, his expression grave.

As the saying goes, onlookers see clearly, while those involved are blinded.

Though he remained an outsider, he had already sensed something about the impending tribulation.

However, it had not yet been finalized and required further observation and verification.

Inside the Ancestral Witch Hall.

"Big Brother, Dijun and Taiyi, those beasts, actually dare to claim they can enlighten all beings on behalf of Heaven. It's utterly infuriating!"

Zhurong's body blazed with flames, his voice filled with rage.

The surrounding void was slightly distorted by the scorching heat.

"Exactly! Who knows who gave them the audacity to contend for power with our Witch Race! They truly don't know the immensity of heaven and earth!"

Gonggong chimed in, his anger almost impossible to conceal.

They, the direct descendants of Pangu, had never dared to claim they could rule the world on behalf of the Father God.

Where did a mere pair of birds get the courage to say such things!

"Enough, no need for further words. Today, our twelve brothers and sisters will storm the Heavenly Court directly and let these two beasts taste our might!"

Dijiang waved his hand, stopping the other Ancestor Witches who intended to speak further.

As the leader of the Twelve Ancestor Witches, his words carried authority.

"Let's go! Let's pluck their bird feathers!"

With that, the Twelve Ancestor Witches, along with a large contingent of Great Witches, set off majestically towards Buzhou Mountain.

The overwhelming killing intent and malevolent aura caused many powerful beings in the Primordial World to turn their heads in surprise!

"How can you be so sure that a war between the Witches and Demons is inevitable?"

Nuwa also sensed the movement of the Witch Race, her expression filled with surprise.

She grew increasingly curious about the mysteries of the Saint realm.

"This is the art of Great Dao deduction. When cultivated to its depths, nothing in the world can escape deduction."

Tongtian smiled faintly, explaining it with effortless ease.

His expression was as if he were merely stating the most ordinary of facts.

Seeing his smug demeanor, Nuwa couldn't help but roll her eyes and end the conversation.

She feared that if she continued to ask, she would truly be tempted to pinch him.

His expression was as if he were saying, "Isn't this very simple?"

She casually picked up a few spiritual fruits, eating them as she waited for the show to begin.

Meanwhile, atop Buzhou Mountain, the Golden Cloud of Merit finally finished condensing in the void.

Immediately, under the envious gazes of countless cultivators, the cloud split into two, flying towards Dijun and Taiyi.

As the merit entered their bodies, their originally slow-growing auras paused slightly before surging explosively.

Leveraging this power, they swiftly severed their evil corpses and stepped into the mid-stage of the Quasi-Saint realm.

The power of merit was still not even half depleted.

Knowing that opportunity waits for no one, they continued their assault on higher realms without pause.

A moment later.

Sensing they were on the verge of the late-stage Quasi-Saint realm, just a hair's breadth away.

Dijun and Taiyi both roared:

"Break!!"

Their cultivation techniques pushed to the limit, they madly absorbed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth within a radius of hundreds of millions of miles, attempting to break through in one go!

BOOM!

A deafening roar erupted from within their bodies.

Immediately following, a suffocating, terrifying pressure exploded forth!

With the blessing of merit, their obsession corpses were successfully severed.

A powerful force of the late-stage Quasi-Saint realm instantly spread out over hundreds of millions of miles.

All living beings within this radius prostrated themselves on the ground, unable to move.

Their subordinates, who had been waiting nearby, were instantly overjoyed and shouted in unison:

"Congratulations to the Heavenly Emperor! Congratulations to the Eastern Emperor!"

"Congratulations to the Heavenly Emperor! Congratulations to the Eastern Emperor!"

But before the cheers could finish, Dijun and Taiyi's expressions suddenly changed.

They had sensed the Twelve Ancestor Witches forcefully approaching.

"Big Brother, it looks like they're not here with good intentions!"

Taiyi transmitted his voice, simultaneously summoning the Chaos Bell from within his body.

His eyes surged with battle intent like a tide.

"This is a good opportunity to establish our might. Since they're seeking death, don't blame us for being impolite!"

A cold smirk appeared on Dijun's lips.

Although they hadn't personally participated in the conflicts between the Witch and Demon races over the years, they had long harbored a deep resentment towards the Witch Race.

Now that their cultivation had advanced significantly, they had nothing to hold them back.

"They're just a bunch of muscle-brained brutes. I've long found them displeasing!"

A look of disdain flashed in Taiyi's eyes.

It wasn't that he underestimated the strength of the Ancestor Witches, but rather that the pent-up anger in his heart had ignited.

And only after stepping into the Quasi-Saint realm did he truly understand that even a small difference in cultivation realm felt like a chasm between heaven and earth.

With the Twelve Ancestor Witches' current early-stage Quasi-Saint cultivation, He was confident that even alone, with the Chaos Bell in his hand, he could remain invincible!

As he was pondering, a furious roar like thunder suddenly came from not far away.

Looking towards the distant horizon, twelve black dots rapidly enlarged, and in the blink of an eye, they were upon them.

"Feathered beasts, today your Ancestor Witch grandfathers are here to pluck your feathers!"

Hearing such arrogant words, Dijun and Taiyi's faces instantly turned as dark as ink.

Being so humiliated in front of countless beings, their hearts were immediately consumed by a furious rage.

In their eyes, there was no longer any warmth, only icy killing intent.

Meanwhile, the powerful beings suspended in the void all wore expectant expressions.

"I wonder who will have the upper hand in this duel? I'd actually hope Brother Dijun suffers a bit; he's been too arrogant these past few years."

"It's hard to say. Even though they've just broken through and their realms aren't stable, they are still late-stage Quasi-Saints.

The Twelve Ancestor Witches have the advantage of fighting together, but whether they have a 50% chance of winning is still unknown."

"I think Dijun and the others have a greater chance of winning.

Not only do they have a cultivation advantage, but they also possess the Innate Supreme Treasure Chaos Bell, along with the Supreme Grade Innate Spiritual Treasure River Diagram and Luo Book. Their advantage is obvious."

"Hmph, they only dare to show off in front of us. If they were so presumptuous in front of Saint Tongtian, they would have likely been annihilated long ago."

"Indeed, saying everyone below a Saint is like an ant is no joke.

If they truly angered Sect Master Tongtian, he could probably scatter their souls with a single thought!"

As the immortals were discussing amongst themselves, the Twelve Ancestor Witches had already appeared.

They were millions of feet tall, their Ancestor Witch true forms comparable to low-grade Innate Spiritual Treasures, causing countless people's eyes to gleam.

Among them, the brothers Jieyin and Zhunti were the most moved.

It was no wonder, as the West was barren and Spiritual Treasures were scarce.

If they could comprehend a body-refining technique, wouldn't that be equivalent to gifting their disciples one Spiritual Treasure after another?

While it couldn't be used for severing corpses, it would be greatly beneficial in actual combat.

After all, compared to controlling treasures with the Primordial Spirit, physical reactions were more direct and swift.

The two exchanged a glance, their minds already made up.

"Dijun, Taiyi, you two bird-brains, aren't you going to show yourselves quickly? Let your Ancestor Witch grandpa teach you a lesson!"

As soon as the words fell, a giant with a wild aura strode out.

It was Zhurong, whose temper was as fiery as his name.

Rolling Blood Essence and killing intent surged into the sky, triggering celestial phenomena.

Instantly, the sky darkened, and clouds surged.

Blazing flames churned around him.

As the saying goes, rivals in the same trade, those who play with fire can't stand others playing with fire.

In his words, besides himself, anyone else who played with fire was practicing heresy!

So, upon arriving on the battlefield, he didn't wait for Dijiang to speak before jumping out first.

Before his voice even faded, he no longer gave the two any chance to breathe and directly activated the Law of Fire.

In an instant, Endless waves of fire swept out like raging tides.

The flames were of various kinds—Samadhi True Fire, Five-Flavor True Fire, Nine-Flavor True Fire... all of them!

Where they passed, the void was scorched and twisted layer by layer, Like the surface of a lake disturbed by a stone, sending out ripples.

The scorching aura even evaporated the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

"Excellent!"

Taiyi put away his underestimation and coldly shouted.

He did not immediately summon the Chaos Bell, But instead circulated his magic power, activating the sky-obscuring Solar True Fire to meet the enemy.

Its scorching intensity was on par with Zhurong's flames.

With a thought, it crashed into the oncoming waves of fire.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

As the two supreme powers of fire collided, the temperature of the void soared again.

This terrifying high temperature, Even a Grand Unity Golden Immortal, if unprotected by a Spiritual Treasure, would only turn to ash.

Due to the gap in cultivation realms, Not long after, Zhurong's fire began to show signs of weakening.

Seeing this, he roared and swung his massive fist directly at Taiyi.

It must be known that besides controlling laws, the Ancestor Witches' greatest strength was their physical bodies.

Because the path of the Primordial Spirit was difficult to break through, they focused on tempering their bodies.

As a result, the Ancestor Witches' strength in close-quarters combat could be said to be the strongest in the Primordial World!

The palace-like fist rapidly enlarged in his pupils, but Taiyi remained calm, showing no fear.

With a slight movement of his mind, the Chaos Bell hovered above his head.

"Clang—Clang—Clang—!"

The bell's chime echoed, and the void rippled like a water surface.

Looking at Zhurong—

The moment the bell chimed, the space around him seemed to be gripped by an invisible giant hand, his movements suddenly becoming sluggish, his speed drastically decreasing.

Seeing this, Taiyi's eyes flashed with brilliance.

He immediately controlled the Chaos Bell and smashed it fiercely at Zhurong.

With a "boom," Zhurong was heavily struck, his body staggering.

His Ancestor Witch true form, which was millions of feet tall, retreated a million miles.

"Zhurong, don't panic, I'm coming to help!"

With a loud shout, Jumang, the Ancestor Witch of Water, and Xuanming, the Ancestor Witch of Ice, rushed forward to support him.

"Shameless!"

Dijun roared upon seeing this and was about to intervene.