Creation Jade Butterfly

Watching the mushroom cloud rise in the distance, Qing Xuan subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"Could Luohu and Hongjun be fighting?"

"Should I go take a look?"

"Yeah, just at the edge, ready to bolt at any moment."

The more Qing Xuan thought about it, the more he felt he ought to go join the excitement—this was human nature, unavoidable.

Over at Hongjun's side, the four of them stared expressionlessly at the rising mushroom cloud. Hongjun waved a hand, and a fierce wind arose, scattering the smoke and dust.

There lay the First Kirin on the ground, his Kirin horn snapped, his body riddled with bleeding holes. If not for the faint rise and fall of his abdomen, one might have thought him already dead.

The Twelve Demon Generals were no better off. Seven Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal Demon Generals had all perished. Of the five Quasi-Saints, four still lived, while the one who died had gathered the power of all twelve into himself at the final moment, resisting the attacks of Hongjun and the others—only to be annihilated, not even a body left behind.

"So powerful."

Boshun's eyes were filled with terror as he clutched his wounds, staring at the four figures in the sky. Then he gritted his teeth.

"Let's all attack together, or we'll all die!"

Hearing their leader Boshun's words, the other three stood up and charged toward Hongjun and the others.

But Boshun, seeing this, flickered and fled in the opposite direction.

"Brothers, you go first—I'll find reinforcements!"

"Hmph, think you can escape?"

Yang Mei, watching Boshun flee, activated the Space Law and gave chase.

The other three had no choice but to face the three charging Demon Generals. In less than two seconds, they had dispatched them.

"Yang Mei's still so impulsive. What if there's an ambush? Charging right in plays into their hands."

Zaohua said helplessly. After several epochs of cultivation, Yang Mei was still so out of step.

"Hahahaha, Daoist Yang Mei is brave in battle, straightforward in nature, and warm-hearted toward others—that's why he can be friends with us."

Ancestor Qian Kun laughed heartily. In the Primordial World, there were many who schemed, but few who were direct, so everyone wanted a friend like Yang Mei.

"Hehehe~" Hongjun smiled without speaking, when suddenly a weak voice came through.

"Today, my Kirin Tribe suffers this calamity. I, the First Kirin, make this vow to the Heavenly Dao: after death, my body shall merge into the earth, and the Kirin Tribe shall dwell forever on Kirin Cliff. Whenever a Kirin appears in the world, it shall be an omen of good fortune!"

The First Kirin raised his head and spoke. When he finished, his head fell to the ground—he was already dead. Then his bones dissolved into the earth and vanished.

Hum!

Heaven and earth rumbled. The Heavenly Dao rained down countless merits, scattering across the land. The remaining Kirins in the Primordial World all roared in mourning for the First Kirin, then fled toward Kunlun Mountain. From then on, the Kirin Tribe withdrew from its position as overlord of the Primordial World.

"What the hell, this script is all wrong!"

Qing Xuan watched this scene. According to logic, the three clan leaders should have sworn their oaths together, and the First Kirin should have died torn apart.

But now only the First Kirin had sworn, while the Ancestral Dragon and Yuan Feng just watched from the sidelines.

"Could it be... because of me?" Qing Xuan suddenly recalled the butterfly effect theory from his past life.

"But that's science. What I'm cultivating now is mysticism!"

Qing Xuan felt his brain couldn't keep up. Had his past life on Earth been cultivating a different Great Dao? He knocked on his head, then stopped thinking about it—he couldn't figure it out anyway.

Hongjun watched the ceasefire as the First Kirin made his vow, and an idea stirred in his heart.

"Daoist Ancestral Dragon, Daoist Yuan Feng, the current state of the Three Clans is all because of one person. Would you care to hear me out?"

"None of your damn business!"

"Shut up, you stupid dragon!"

"Daoist Hongjun, please speak."

Yuan Feng shot a glare at the Ancestral Dragon, then turned to Hongjun. After all, she had always known something was off.

Hongjun then told Yuan Feng and the Ancestral Dragon about Luohu and his schemes. Of course, he said nothing about the Heavenly Dao.

"Bastard, pushing the dragon clan too far! Where is this Luohu now? My Dragon Clan will kill him!"

The Ancestral Dragon flew into a rage after hearing this. In the Primordial World, only the Dragon Clan bullied others.

Yuan Feng's eyes turned icy cold, her murderous aura blazing as she hovered in the air, clearly waiting for Hongjun to speak.

Hongjun was about to speak when his expression suddenly changed.

"Hehehehe, This Seat has arrived. Let's see how this mud eel of yours plans to kill me."

Luohu suddenly appeared in the sky, a full smile on his face as he looked at the others. Demonic aura billowed from him, and soon it spread across heaven and earth.

"What the hell, villains really do laugh like that!" Qing Xuan stared at the arrogant Luohu, his mind reeling with shock.

"Hehehe, you three. This matter is a dispute over the Dao between me and Hongjun. What business do you have butting in?"

Luohu spoke to Yang Mei and the other two.

"Luohu, you cultivate the Demon Path. If you succeed, can the three of us survive?"

"Hmph, Luohu, we're old acquaintances. Do you think we don't know your nature?"

"Alright, Luohu, since you're here, please die."

The three standing beside Hongjun spoke in unison.

"Huh, so these are the helpers Hongjun found. Not bad—red, yellow, blue, green, the Primordial Wilderness F4!" Qing Xuan watched from the sidelines, thoroughly entertained.

"Roar!"

"Luohu, you dared to kill my Phoenix Clan members—die!"

Yuan Feng couldn't hold back any longer. After all that blathering on and on, in the end, it still came down to a fight. She unleashed a Southern Bright Lihuo Flame divine ability, charging straight at Luohu.

"Fellow Daoists, aid me in vanquishing the demon and upholding the Dao!"

Hongjun shouted as he saw this.

The four of them, joined by Ancestral Dragon, struck together. Luohu showed no fear at the sight. A pitch-black spear appeared in his hand, and he casually swatted away Yuan Feng's attack before charging toward them.

Luohu's body was wreathed in eerie black demonic flames, his eyes gleaming with bloodthirsty light. Demonic Qi surged like a raging black tide, sweeping toward Hongjun and the others with overwhelming force.

Hongjun waved his hands lightly, and a jade disc floated above his head, radiating a soft, profound light of Dao resonance.

"The Creation Jade Butterfly!" Luohu recognized the treasure. It was a Chaos Supreme Treasure containing the Three Thousand Great Daos, of boundless power.

"Hahahaha, Luohu, meet your end."

Yang Mei gripped his willow-branch spirit treasure. With a gentle sway of the branch, space twisted as if manipulated by a giant hand. Laughing heartily, he shuttled through the void.

Qian Kun and Creation were not to be outdone. The Qian Kun Cauldron and Creation Cauldron hovered above their heads for protection, then they unleashed divine abilities imbued with the laws of Creation and Qian Kun.

Ancestral Dragon let out a dragon roar, his sharp claws tearing through space as he lunged at Luohu. Yuan Feng, ablaze with Southern Bright Lihuo Flame, swept toward Luohu with the power to incinerate heaven and earth.

"Holy crap, this is intense!" Qing Xuan retreated a bit further, watching the massive battle. The pride he'd felt from breaking through to Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal was instantly shattered.

Among these people, even the weakest—Ancestral Dragon and Yuan Feng—could crush him with a casual slap.

"I still need to cultivate properly!" Qing Xuan silently resolved. After watching this spectacle, he would return to the Three Immortal Islands for Closed-door Cultivation.

"Hehehehe, Hongjun, take this spear!!!"

Luohu bellowed, a black spear-shadow filled with Demonic Qi and Sha Qi shooting toward Hongjun. Hongjun held the Hongmeng Measuring Ruler, channeling pure light into the ruler, and swung it downward.

"Ha!"