The Witch-Slaying Weapon

On the battlefield, although the East King Duke's side had the help of Innate Spiritual Treasures, the Demon Race, relying on the killing power of Demon Master Kunpeng and the Ten Great Demon Marshals, steadily suppressed the rogue cultivators of the Immortal Court.

Seeing that the situation was unfavorable, the East King Duke decided to act personally, using the Dragon Head Gold Crutch bestowed by Dao Ancestor Hongjun to attack the most ferocious of the Demon Race, the Ten Great Demon Marshals.

At this moment, East Emperor Taiyi also deployed the Chaos Bell, an Innate Supreme Treasure, whose power caused the heavens and earth to lose their color and the universe to shake.

The East King Duke had once been a Quasi-Saint giant, his status as firm as a rock, unshaken even by the collapse of Mount Tai.

Yet, at this very moment, his expression drastically changed, his heart filled with shock and fear.

The Chaos Bell appeared once more, bringing an ineffable sense of shock to the East King Duke.

He knew full well that East Emperor Taiyi's strength far exceeded his expectations, and the Chaos Bell in his hand was even more awe-inspiring.

Without further ado, the East King Duke understood that he was by no means an opponent.

Facing East Emperor Taiyi's Chaos Bell, his only thought was to flee.

However, the mocking smile that appeared on East Emperor Taiyi's lips indicated that his plan had already been seen through by the other party.

The Chaos Bell, as an Innate Supreme Treasure, possessed the power to freeze time and space.

As five-colored rays of light flashed across the heavens, before the East King Duke could react, he had already suffered the attack of the Chaos Bell.

His unwilling, fear-filled roar echoed throughout the Immortal Court, the entire Immortal Court shaking with his indignant rage.

However, reality was cruel; no matter how unwilling the East King Duke was, facing the might of the Chaos Bell, his resistance was futile.

The powerful aura of the East King Duke quietly vanished under the Chaos Bell, and he ultimately perished.

This scene, presented before countless rogue cultivators of the Immortal Court, instantly made the atmosphere of the entire battlefield bizarre and oppressive.

They could not believe that the leader of the male immortals personally appointed by the Dao Ancestor, the transcendent master of the Immortal Court, had fallen in such a manner.

And their own end seemed to have been sealed.

Facing the demise of the East King Duke, the West Queen Mother's brows furrowed, and her heart was filled with turbulent emotions.

She was not worried about the life or death of the East King Duke, but rather perplexed by the Grand Pure Saint's attitude towards this matter.

Although the West Queen Mother and the East King Duke were partners rather than lovers, they were both leaders of the Daoist Sect lineage and should have fought side by side at this moment.

She did not understand why the Grand Pure Saint had not intervened to save the East King Duke when he was in danger.

This complex emotion in silence made the West Queen Mother feel greatly puzzled.

But the actions of Saints were often unfathomable, as elusive as looking at flowers in a fog.

The West Queen Mother dared not speculate rashly.

In silence, she watched Di Jun and Taiyi, and finally admitted, "You have won."

Although the West Queen Mother, as the leader of the female immortals, possessed a broad mind far beyond that of the East King Duke.

Yet, facing the intense killing intent of East Emperor Taiyi and the ambition of the Demon Race, she had no choice but to be vigilant.

She could even feel that as soon as she and the East King Duke were dead, the Demon Race would unreservedly invade more territory.

However, reality did not go as smoothly as East Emperor Taiyi had imagined.

When the Chaos Bell glowed again and the Taiji Diagram descended upon this place, the situation suddenly changed.

The world-shattering might of the Taiji Diagram instantly tore through the void, displaying an unrivaled power.

At this moment, the originally formidable Chaos Bell also vibrated violently, emitting endless divine light, as if it were about to confront the Taiji Diagram.

Amidst the calm and effortless voice of the Taiji Diagram, "Enough!"

A sound rang out, seemingly a warning to the Chaos Bell, or perhaps an end to this conflict.

As the words fell, East Emperor Taiyi felt a powerful pressure emanating from the Taiji Diagram, as if the power of a Saint was surging.

He, the Demon Emperor, turned pale. Facing the terrifying aura released by that Taiji Diagram, he felt the might of a Saint.

At this moment, the Taiji Diagram was like a Saint personally present, capable of sweeping across all heavens.

East Emperor Taiyi's strength was incomparable to it.

Watching this scene, East Emperor Taiyi's heart was in turmoil, but after all, he was no ordinary person. He quickly suppressed his shock, withdrew the Chaos Bell, and bowed, saying, "Greetings, Grand Pure Saint!"

Then, the Demon Emperor Di Jun also bowed, "Demon Emperor Di Jun, greetings, Grand Pure Saint!"

As they spoke, the Demon Race formation ceased its slaughter, and all eyes turned towards the Taiji Diagram.

Seeing the Taiji Diagram appear, the West Queen Mother breathed a sigh of relief and said, "We are incompetent, to have troubled the Saint!"

In response, a voice came from within the Taiji Diagram, "It is not your fault."

The voice was calm and transcendent.

At this moment, the Taiji Diagram seemed to have become the center of the entire battlefield.

Li Er's voice came from within, "Today's conflict ends here!"

Although his tone was calm, it carried the majesty of a Saint.

Di Jun and Taiyi's expressions changed instantly, and East Emperor Taiyi was directly sent flying.

However, they had to obey the Saint's command.

Moments later, East Emperor Taiyi reappeared on the battlefield.

Compared to before, his aura was more restrained.

East Emperor Taiyi's aura was clearly weakened, having suffered heavy injuries, displaying the immense pressure of a Saint.

Li Er's voice was vast, like a Saint looking down upon the world, questioning East Emperor Taiyi.

Faced with the threat from Li Er's Taiji Diagram, East Emperor Taiyi dared not risk another challenge.

Li Er hinted that if East Emperor Taiyi did not dare to respond, he might directly intervene to expel them.

East Emperor Taiyi understood the situation and could only lead the Demon Race in a retreat.

Although Li Er had not personally descended, his will had arrived, and every word and action displayed his supreme authority.

Merely by having the Taiji Diagram stand here, he was sufficient to become the sole ruler, with no one able to match him.

Even the leaders of the Demon Race, East Emperor Taiyi and Demon Emperor Di Jun, could not challenge his position.

Only if Nuwa personally appeared could she contend with him, and even then, only to a limited extent.

Among all Saints, Grand Pure Saint was the most revered; even Nuwa was no match for him.

The Demon Race, led by East Emperor Taiyi and Di Jun, withdrew from the area.

Although the Demon Race had won this battle, their victory felt extremely stifling. They had not incorporated the Immortal Court, gained any spoils of war, nor displayed the might of the Demon Race.

They had merely won in a disheveled state and retreated.

Li Er had long stated that as an affiliate of the Daoist Sect, they could not be annihilated by the Demon Race.

The killing of East King Duke was already the bottom line; killing West Queen Mother again was absolutely impossible.

East Emperor Taiyi and Di Jun glanced back after their retreat, deeply aware that Grand Pure Saint's wisdom and schemes far surpassed theirs.

East King Duke's ambition was too great, and Grand Pure Saint would not tolerate his existence.

West Queen Mother, on the other hand, had no ambition and was more aligned with the Daoist Sect. Therefore, Grand Pure Saint used them to kill East King Duke; such intellect and scheming were terrifying.

Their victory as the Demon Race was, in reality, a subtle maneuver by Li Er.

The two could not help but sigh, "Grand Pure Saint truly is a being who can turn the clouds and rain with a flip of his hand. Losing to him is not unjust."

Within the Immortal Court, after the Demon Race army departed, Li Er's command came from the Taiji Diagram: "Condense!"

With the Saint's words, the aura of East King Duke surged forth from heaven and earth, gradually coalescing.

Soon, East King Duke's Primordial Spirit reformed, and even his scattered residual souls began to return.

However, this was not a true resurrection; East King Duke had already perished completely under the Chaos Bell.

Li Er, using the power of the Taiji Diagram, had merely forcibly condensed his Primordial Spirit and soul.

Upon sensing his own transformation, East King Duke bowed to Li Er, thanking him for his help.

Li Er told him that there was a method that could help him disintegrate and rebuild.

East King Duke's emotions were complex upon hearing this, a mix of joy, sorrow, and anger.

Ultimately, he accepted Li Er's help and expressed his gratitude.

Li Er paid no mind to his emotions, merely telling him to leave and collecting the Taiji Diagram.

At this moment, Li Er was in the Eight Sceneries Palace, contemplating his next plan.

Just as Di Jun and Taiyi had predicted, he had deliberately used the Demon Race as a blade, allowing East King Duke to perish without saving him.

His goal was to make East King Duke more obedient and to seize this opportunity to attack the Demon Race.

Li Er would naturally not miss such an opportunity for a two-pronged approach.

With the affairs of the Immortal Court concluded, the focus shifted to the tense conflict between the Witch and Demon races.

This conflict would directly impact the fate of the Human Race.

How the key figure, Xuandu, would handle this crisis would determine his personal growth and the development of the entire situation.

With East King Duke's disintegration and rebuilding, and Li Er's successful deterrence of the Demon Race, the tribulation of the Immortal Court gradually subsided.

Although the Demon Race had not completely defeated the two major leaders of the Immortal Court, they had severely damaged its forces.

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, with the Immortal Court having lost its core leadership, its position among third-party forces would be precarious.

The Demon Race's next target had shifted to the Witch Clan.

Within the Witch Clan's Pangu Divine Hall, after Xuandu brought back Houtu's Ancestor Witch essence blood, the other Ancestor Witches entered seclusion, using Pangu's Heart to nurture the thirteenth Ancestor Witch.

They were dedicated to restoring the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation, paying almost no attention to external developments.

After a long period of effort, the void within Pangu Divine Hall continuously vibrated.

Finally, upon receiving Houtu's essence blood, Pangu's Heart radiated new vitality and began to condense flesh and blood.

Nearly a hundred years later, a powerful divine fire was ignited, causing violent spatial tremors within Pangu Divine Hall.

With the birth of the new Ancestor Witch, a fluctuation of the Law of Earth rapidly spread.

This fluctuation filled all Witch Clan members outside, whether they were Great Witches, minor Witches, or Witch soldiers and generals, with immense joy.

Immediately after, a supremely domineant laugh echoed from the Pangu Divine Hall, heralding the birth of the thirteenth Ancestor Witch, named Chiyou.

A figure leaped out from Pangu's Heart, his posture upright and his aura extraordinary.

He shouted, "Inheriting the will of Ancestor Witch Houtu, I vow to fight for the Witch Clan!"

The news of a new Ancestor Witch emerging in the Witch Clan naturally could not escape the notice of Di Jun and Taiyi; they lamented this development.

Originally, the Witch Clan, lacking Ancestor Witch Houtu, was unable to gather the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation, presenting a perfect opportunity for them to attack the Witch Clan.

But now, with the appearance of a new Ancestor Witch, they were unable to launch a large-scale attack on the Witch Clan.

They were planning to resolve another issue before focusing their efforts on the Witch Clan, yet this newly appeared Ancestor Witch had disrupted their plans.

They sighed that fate was unpredictable and the time was not yet right.

Although the Witch Clan had recovered its full complement of Twelve Ancestral Witches and regained control of the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation, a trump card in their arsenal, the Demon Race was not without its gains.

A demon king within the Demon Race had refined a Houtian Spiritual Treasure using the blood of the Human Race. This spiritual treasure could inflict immense damage upon the Witch Clan.

Upon learning of this, Di Jun and Taiyi planned to use this method to forge a true Witch-Slaying Weapon, thereby being able to ignore the formidable physical bodies of the Ancestor Witches in the upcoming Great Tribulation, even if they gathered Pangu's True Body, they would not be afraid.

They sharpened their blades, preparing to head towards Shouyang Mountain in the Human Race territory.

Meanwhile, within Wa Huang Palace, Fuxi and Nuwa sat together discussing the Dao.

Ever since Nuwa became a Saint, Fuxi had not had many discussions about the Demon Race's affairs with Di Jun and Taiyi.

On one hand, it was because Nuwa did not wish for him to become entangled in too much karma. On the other hand, Nuwa hoped Fuxi would listen more to the teachings of Saints, paving the way for his future.

Fuxi currently resided within Wa Huang Palace.

However, he felt worried about the actions of the Demon Race.

The Demon Race's actions seemed too cruel and could lead to a great deal of slaughter, damaging the Demon Race's fortune.

Fuxi could not help but sigh at this.

Nuwa naturally understood the impact of the Human Race's tribulation on the Demon Race's fortune, but Di Jun and Taiyi's resolve left her unable to say much.

Nuwa understood Fuxi's concerns, but she could not defy the will of heaven regarding the arrangement for humans; the Human Race needed to stand on its own.

Between the Human Race and the Demon Race, although Nuwa knew the Demon Race would eventually retreat, the growth of the Human Race was destined to go through this tribulation.

Therefore, Nuwa, though pained, could not openly state her position.

On the land of the Human Race, the only high-level combatant in Shouyang Mountain was Xuandu.