Chapter 19

Therefore, Nuwa had to make plans for herself. Though she too was a Saint, she knew that Li Er was far more formidable than the other five Saints.

Nuwa did not wish to clash with Li Er, so when facing him, she preferred to avoid conflict.

The best outcome at present would be for Li Er to relent.

Nuwa merely smiled off the Saint Karma she owed Li Er, believing that he was capable of protecting his own interests from threat.

As for Nuwa's actions, the other Saints naturally understood them clearly.

They knew that Nuwa and Li Er had reached some sort of agreement.

Jieyin and Zhunti in particular, as the lowest-ranking Saints of the Purple Cloud Palace, felt immense pressure. Compared to the Three Pure Ones and Nuwa, the gap was enormous. Even the merit through which they had become Saints had been borrowed in advance.

Thus, their circumstances were exceedingly difficult.

The Two Sages of the West sensed the growing tension of the Witch-Demon Calamity and decided to take the initiative.

Zhunti's Good Corpse incarnation quietly headed to one of the Thirty-Three Heavens of the Heavenly Court, targeting the Ten Golden Crow Princes.

Within the Lingxiao Treasure Hall of the Heavenly Court, the Demon Emperor and the Eastern Emperor forged the Witch-Slaying Sword, causing a great disturbance.

Suddenly, Di Jun and Taiyi sensed that something major had happened to the Golden Crow clan, and unease rose in their hearts.

At that moment, the Golden Crow Princes stationed in Tang Valley left their formation, unleashing the calamity of ten suns hanging in the sky across the Primordial World.

Di Jun rushed to the scene, but he was still too late to match the speed of Hou Yi's Sun-Shooting Arrows, resulting in the deaths of nine Golden Crow Princes.

This utterly shattered the fragile balance between the Wu Yao Tribes.

With the Wu Yao Tribes' decisive battle imminent, Li Er, master of the Eight Sceneries Palace, stepped out of his Daoist grounds to face the calamity of heaven and earth.

At the same time, Yuanshi, Tongtian, Nuwa, and the other Saints emerged from their palaces to witness this historic moment.

Li Er's gaze was deep and unfathomable, seeing through everything. Even though Zhunti secretly stirred the heavenly secrets, he understood it all perfectly.

On Buzhou Mountain, the Saints gathered to discuss the calamity.

Jieyin and Zhunti had waited for a long time atop Mount Sumeru in the western Spiritual Mountain, eagerly awaiting this moment.

Jieyin questioned the possibility of success, while Zhunti asked in return whether his senior brother truly believed so.

Both of them were filled with anticipation and placed great hopes on this calamity.

Below Buzhou Mountain, the ambitions and lofty spirits of the Wu Yao Tribes finally reached the moment of their decisive battle.

Amid laughter, Jieyin and Zhunti finalized their grand plan, their faith resolute. "If this battle succeeds, our western lands will also have hope of development."

Their hearts in perfect accord, the two laughed loudly, their voices shaking the nine heavens.

In an instant, thunder roared through the nine heavens, proclaiming the determination of the Wu Yao Tribes to fight their final battle.

Throughout the Primordial World, the declarations of war from both races echoed.

The Demon Race warriors shouted, "Today, we will fight the Witch Clan to the death! We fight for the Demon Race's supremacy over the Primordial World!"

The Witch Clan warriors answered, "Follow us as we breach the Heavenly Court, exterminate the Demon Race, and take control of the Primordial World created by Pangu the Father God's Heaven-Opening!"

At this moment, the oaths of final battle between the Wu Yao Tribes shook both the Heavenly Court and Pangu Divine Hall.

The warriors of both races blotted out the sky and covered the earth as they surged forth, taking Buzhou Mountain as their boundary.

Everywhere between heaven and earth became a battlefield.

A deluge of blood poured down, and the blood of witches and demons merged into rivers that flowed toward unknown lands.

Buzhou Mountain, the foremost immortal mountain of the four seas and eight wilds, was also the heart of the Wu Yao Tribes' final battle.

It carried the legendary legacy of the great god Pangu and served as the boundary between the Wu Yao Tribes.

Today, the two races would wage their final battle here.

Whether the Demon Race ruled the heavens or the Witch Clan ruled the heavens, their final slaughter would take place where Pangu had once held up heaven and earth.

An overwhelming pressure emerged from the void. A Nine Dragon Agarwood Chariot crossed the sky and came to a stop in the air above Buzhou Mountain.

The appearance of the chariot signaled that an even greater confrontation was about to begin.

This was Venerable Yuanshi's carriage, the Nine Dragon Agarwood Chariot drawn by nine five-clawed golden dragons, displaying incomparable nobility and grandeur.

When Venerable Yuanshi appeared in the air above Buzhou Mountain, the Wu Yao Tribes were still locked in battle, yet neither side noticed his arrival.

This Saint's arrival was utterly silent, without the slightest sound.

Yet in the eyes of the countless beings of the Primordial World, every movement of a Saint was like flowers glimpsed through mist, indistinct and unfathomable, revealing their majesty and transcendence.

When Venerable Yuanshi rode the Nine Dragon Agarwood Chariot to the summit of Buzhou Mountain, he suddenly saw Kui Niu walking over from Golden Ao Island in the East Sea.

Auspicious light, violet mist, and five-colored celebratory clouds surrounded his mount. Every step resounded like thunder, accompanied by the radiance of the sun and moon.

Before long, Tongtian also arrived with his mount. Though it resembled Li Er's blue ox, it was a Black Water Buffalo with an Upper Pure One pattern upon its forehead.

Just as Tongtian and Yuanshi were about to exchange greetings, a phoenix cry rang through the void, and the Five-Colored Golden Phoenix silently appeared.

Nuwa appeared along with it and offered her greetings to her two senior brothers.

Afterward, a faint laugh like Brahma Sound came from the western lands, and Jieyin and Zhunti arrived as well.

Though they had no mounts, their bearing was unmatched in the world.

After the Saints exchanged pleasantries, Zhunti mentioned that Senior Brother Laozi was nowhere to be seen, drawing the attention of the other Saints.

All the Saints knew that among the Six Saints of the Heavenly Dao, the other five stood on the same level, while Li Er alone stood above them all.

Every move Li Er made drew everyone's attention.

As though confirming some prophecy, a vast stream of purple qi swept in from the east, carrying countless wondrous phenomena.

Before Li Er himself appeared, the purple qi and its phenomena had already entered the Saints' sight.

Not long after, the Saints finally saw Li Er.

He sat serenely atop a blue ox with his eyes closed, emanating an indescribable immortal aura.

Behind him, purple qi covered half the sky, stretching thousands of miles in mighty splendor.

At the sight of Li Er's phenomenon, even Yuanshi, riding the Nine Dragon Agarwood Chariot, was instantly outshone.

Purple Qi Comes from the East—the title of Daoist Sect Leader was truly well deserved.

The Saints looked at Li Er, a trace of envy flashing in their eyes. Some even yearned to replace him.

In the skies above Buzhou Mountain, the Five Saints of the Heavenly Dao stood together.

Seemingly sensing Li Er's arrival, Yuanshi and Tongtian, as the Two Pure Ones, had light gleaming in their eyes. They realized that Li Er's strength had grown again.

Jieyin and Zhunti likewise sensed the increasingly terrifying aura surrounding Li Er. Their brows furrowed slightly, their gazes profound.

However, they were all Heavenly Dao Saints. They swiftly suppressed their emotions and bowed to Li Er in greeting. "Greetings, Senior Brother Laozi."

Li Er responded with a smile. "There is no need for such formality."

Jieyin sighed. "Senior Brother Laozi's bearing surpasses even that of the past."

Li Er smiled and shook his head, saying indifferently that it was merely an outer shell.

In truth, for Saints like them, outward appearances were indeed not worth mentioning.

Every one of them possessed peerless bearing.

Jieyin's words had merely been polite small talk.

Naturally, Li Er did not take them to heart.

Afterward, the Saints gathered together and exchanged further pleasantries.

They were the only six Saints between heaven and earth. Within the Primordial World, only they could truly regard one another as equals.

Those great powers who had once listened to the Dao in the Purple Cloud Palace were no longer their opponents.

Amid their conversation, Zhunti suddenly raised a topic. "Senior Brother Laozi, how do you think today's Witch-Demon Calamity will unfold?"

The Saints were drawn in by his words, and all their gazes converged on Li Er.

Li Er merely glanced at Zhunti and asked in return, "Isn't Fellow Daoist Zhunti the one who knows best?"

He then hinted, "For the outbreak of today's Witch-Demon Calamity, we must also thank Fellow Daoist Zhunti."

Clearly, the Saints present had long understood who stood behind the Golden Crow slaughter calamity.

Zhunti smiled awkwardly. Sensing Nuwa's icy gaze, he said nothing further.

Without question, Li Er's soft blade left Zhunti with no choice but to remain silent.

On Buzhou Mountain, the battle between the Wu Yao Tribes had already reached a fever pitch.

Di Jun sensed that the spine of Pangu within Buzhou Mountain had stirred the Witch Clan's fighting spirit, and he could finally sit still no longer.

He gathered three hundred and sixty-five Star Gods and set up the Grand Formation of the Stars.

Countless Demon Race members at the Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm took their places. Di Jun, Taiyi, Fuxi, Kunpeng, and many Demon Marshals personally entered the formation as well.

The Grand Formation of the Stars was rapidly completed, drawing countless stars toward it.

Di Jun had clearly made extensive preparations for this battle.

Moreover, the stellar origin drawn by this Grand Formation of the Stars was even more powerful, multiplying the formation's might.

Di Jun and Taiyi had even incorporated the Solar Star and Lunar Star, the two primary stars, into the formation, determined to make a last stand.

Clearly, barring unforeseen events, today would be the final battle of the Witch-Demon Calamity.

For this, Di Jun and Taiyi were determined to succeed or die trying.

On the Witch Clan's side, Dijiang grew even more frenzied upon seeing the Demon Race activate the Grand Formation of the Stars.

"Do you think we fear your Demon Race?"

He called upon the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation to meet them in battle.

At this critical moment, the Twelve Ancestral Witches and powerful figures such as Di Jun and Taiyi launched a fierce battle around Buzhou Mountain.

Baleful qi gathered between heaven and earth. Starlight and baleful qi collided violently, shaking the entire Primordial World.

The clash between the two supreme formations—the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation and the Grand Formation of the Stars—raised heaven-shaking waves.

The decisive battle of the Wu Yao Tribes was not merely a contest for the future of the two races, but a battle for their survival in the Primordial World.

The experts of both sides held nothing back and fought with everything they had.

In the end, Buzhou Mountain trembled from the great battle, and both the witches and demons suffered devastating losses.

The Six Saints of the Heavenly Dao and the other spectators watched this decisive battle as though watching fireworks.

At this time, the system issued a warning: Buzhou Mountain was about to collapse, and a god-tier choice mission had been released.

Choice One: Stand by and watch Buzhou Mountain collapse. You will lose the divine ability Pangu Imprint. Reward: ten percent of Daoist Sect Destiny.

Li Er understood the gravity of the system's warning. Choosing to prevent Buzhou Mountain from collapsing would be an enormous challenge for him.

He knew that the collapse of Buzhou Mountain must conceal a scheme of the Heavenly Dao.

The Heavenly Dao might deliberately use this opportunity to erase Pangu's imprint from the Primordial World, thereby consolidating its own position.

Gonggong's furious collision with Buzhou Mountain might have been a staged event deliberately pushed forward by the Heavenly Dao.

If the Heavenly Dao successfully erased the Pangu Imprint, it would completely become the ruler of the Primordial World and make its living beings forget that this world had been created through Pangu's Heaven-Opening.

Li Er realized that choosing to prevent Buzhou Mountain from collapsing was equivalent to choosing to oppose the Heavenly Dao.

Yet he still firmly chose the second option, for he knew that it was the only way to preserve the Pangu Imprint and stop the Heavenly Dao's scheme.

His decision was filled with danger and uncertainty, but he was willing to pay any price to protect the true history of the Primordial World.

Before the mission rewards, Li Er faced a choice. If he lost the Pangu Imprint of Buzhou Mountain, he would lose the ultimate divine ability, One Qi Transforms into Three Pure Ones.

Yet he deeply understood the power of the Pangu Imprint. It was the foundation and qualification that allowed him to contend against the Heavenly Dao.

Once he lost it, his strength would be greatly diminished. He might even be pulled back to the level of the other Saints and restrained by the Heavenly Dao.

Faced with this choice, Li Er had to decide between continuing along the old path and walking his own path.

Furthermore, though the mission reward of ten percent Daoist Sect Destiny was valuable, it was far less precious than the Chaos Bell, one of the only three Innate Supreme Treasures born from Heaven-Opening in the Primordial World.

Li Er knew this was a rare opportunity, one that would be difficult to encounter again in the future.

As his thoughts flashed by, his gaze turned toward the Wu Yao battlefield, where the collision between the two supreme formations was extraordinarily brutal.

The battle continued, and both sides suffered immense losses. Finally, at a certain moment, the two supreme formations shattered.

Within the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation, Pangu's True Body dissipated, while Shebishi, Xuanming, Qiangliang, and the other Ten Great Demon Marshals suffered severe injuries.

Then Xihe fell. Di Jun was overcome with grief, and after using the Witch-Slaying Sword to kill the two Ancestral Witches Goumang and Rushou, he too was exhausted.

On the other side, East Emperor Taiyi, with his heavily injured body, shook to death the three Ancestral Witches Zhujiuyin, Tianwu, and Yanzi.

In the end, only four great Ancestral Witches remained: Dijiang, Gonggong, Zhurong, and Chiyou.

They respectively attacked Di Jun, Taiyi, Fuxi, and Kunpeng, who were already nearly spent.

Before long, East Emperor Taiyi and Di Jun fell one after another.