The Great War Ends

"No! Saint, spare my life!"

"I... I'll never do it again!"

"Wood Duke, save me! Save me!"

Terrified screams and pleas for mercy rose and fell.

Some turned and fled, some knelt and begged for mercy, and some desperately unleashed their Magic Treasure in a final act of resistance.

However, it was all in vain.

"Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff!"

A series of muffled popping sounds rang out.

Regardless of their cultivation level, where they fled, or what methods they used to defend themselves, those cultivators were immune to the effects of the attack.

At the same time, their bodies exploded into clouds of blood mist without warning.

Even his Primordial Spirit didn't have time to escape before it was completely obliterated by an invisible force, resulting in the annihilation of both his body and soul.

It lacked any earth-shattering fanfare, but possessed the most chilling bloodshed.

After doing all this, Nuwa withdrew her finger, as if she had merely crushed a few annoying insects.

The entire East Sea was completely silent.

Having done all this, Nuwa withdrew her hand, her clear, cold voice resounding throughout the entire Primordial World, reaching the ears of every living being.

"Today's events serve as a warning to others."

"In the future, among all the spirits of the Primordial Wilderness, if they have any personal grudges against my Demon Clan..."

In a life-or-death struggle, each fight depends on their own skill. My Demon Clan race is inferior in skill, so I have no one to blame but myself.

"But if anyone dares to kill my Demon Clan again and take their corpses to refine pills and treasures..."

"Then be prepared to bear the wrath of my entire Demon Clan."

"From now on, whoever dares to act in this way again..."

"Kill without mercy!"

The last three words, imbued with supreme Saintly Might, transformed into rolling thunder, resounding in the hearts of every Primordial Wilderness being.

East King Duke struggled to his feet, looked at Nuwa, and suddenly smiled.

"Hehe... hehehehe..."

"Truly worthy of being called Saint."

"Excellent tactic, truly excellent tactic!"

"Our Immortal Court will remember this matter!"

Having said that, he didn't look at Nuwa again, turned around, and looked at the Immortal Court cultivators who had survived the calamity and whose faces were ashen.

"Walk!"

"We... return to the Immortal Court!"

At his command, the East King Duke transformed into a streak of light and took the lead, flying towards the depths of the East Sea.

The surviving Immortal Court cultivators awoke as if from a dream, and they followed behind the East King Duke.

He hurriedly dragged his heavily injured body away without looking back, transforming into a streak of light and retreating into the depths of the East Sea.

The Immortal Court beings completely disappeared into the sky.

Di Jun then suppressed his overwhelming joy and bowed deeply to Nuwa.

"On behalf of the entire Demon Clan, Di Jun thanks Your Ladyship!"

"If it weren't for Her Your Ladyship's intervention, our Demon Clan would be..."

Nuwa simply waved her hand, interrupting him.

She didn't look at Di Jun, but instead cast her gaze towards a certain point in the void, her tone cold.

"We've been watching this show for so long, it's about time we came out."

The words had barely left his mouth.

The space rippled outwards like water.

One after another, powerful figures slowly emerged from the void.

The Three Pure Ones, Jieyin, Zhunti... all the Great Powers had been secretly observing the battle revealed themselves at this moment.

Zhou Ming, accompanied by the Twelve Ancestral Witches, walked out unhurriedly.

In an instant, Great Powers figures gathered on the East Sea.

All attention was focused on the two Saint.

We pay our respects to the Saint Nuwa!

"Greetings to the Sage Zhou Ming!"

Everyone bowed deeply, their attitude extremely respectful.

Zhou Ming nodded casually to everyone in response.

Then, he looked at Nuwa, his expression indifferent.

"Greetings, fellow Daoist."

Nuwa nodded slightly to everyone, then returned the greeting to Zhou Ming.

"Greetings, fellow Daoist."

She paused, then continued.

"Our Demon Clan has suffered heavy casualties today, and we are preoccupied with numerous internal affairs, so we will not linger here any longer."

Zhou Ming made a "please" gesture.

"Alright, fellow Daoist, please make yourself at home."

Nuwa said no more, and turned to give orders to Di Jun, Taiyi high-ranking Demon Clan race.

"Let's go back to Heavenly Court."

"Yes, Your Ladyship!"

Led by Di Jun and Taiyi, the Demon Army marched majestically toward the Heavenly Court.

Nuwa's figure gradually faded and disappeared from the spot.

Zhou Ming looked in the direction the Demon Clan had left, then in the direction the Immortal Court had disappeared, and spoke calmly.

"We've seen enough excitement, let's go home."

"Yes, elder brother!" the Ancestral Wu replied in unison.

Soon, the figures of the Wu Clan disappeared into the East Sea.

Seeing that the two Saint had left, the remaining Three Pure Ones, Jieyin and Zhunti, and others exchanged glances and, without saying a word, dispersed.

Today's battle has been incredibly shocking for them.

Below the Saint, all are but ants.

Only today have they truly grasped the meaning of this statement.

Become a saint!

He must become a saint!

Depths of Chaos the Purple Cloud Palace.

Dao Ancestor Hongjun sat high on the cloud platform, indifferently watching everything that happened in the Primordial Wilderness.

When he saw that Nuwa had only killed the ringleaders and had not exterminated the Immortal Court, he nodded in satisfaction.

Hongjun silently calculated in his heart.

The great war between the Immortal Court and the Demon Clan has temporarily come to an end.

"It seems it's time for the remaining few to Prove the Dao and become a Saint."

Hongjun muttered to himself, his voice echoing in the empty In Purple Sky Palace.

"The Three Pure Ones possess the Merit of Heaven Opening and are imbued with the Hongmeng Purple Qi; their Establish Sect and attainment of sainthood are merely a natural consequence."

"Although the Two from the West have slightly weaker foundations, their will is firm. As long as the opportunity arises and they make Grand Vow, they too can attain enlightenment."

"Once all Six Sages have returned to their positions, the operation of the Heavenly Dao will be more stable."

"Once the Six Sages return to their positions and the balance of power in heaven and earth is completely stabilized, Houtu can be guided to Reincarnation herself into reincarnation, thus completing the last remaining deficiency in the Heavenly Dao."

Houtu's Samsara Transformation is an irreversible Heavenly Dao Trend.

But when and how to do it is up to him.

"In this Immortal-Demon War immortals and demons, countless lives were lost, and resentment filled the sky, with Baleful Qi permeating the air."

"If these wandering souls are allowed to roam freely, it might prematurely arouse Houtu's compassion and disrupt my plans."

With this in mind, Hongjun slowly stretched out his hand.

The power of the Heavenly Dao flowed in his palm.

He gently touched the Primordial Land below.

Buzz--

An invisible, vast power instantly spread out, enveloping the East Sea battlefield.

The stench, Baleful Qi, and resentment that permeated the world, born of the great battle, seemed to be wiped away in an instant by an invisible hand.

It was as if that fierce battle had never happened.

After doing all this, Hongjun withdrew his hand.

Purple Cloud Palace has returned to silence.

With the powerful intervention of the Saint Nuwa, who shattered the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation with a single palm strike and personally executed the rogue Rogue cultivator who had murdered the Demon Clan.

This Immortal-Demon War Primordial Wilderness, which shook the entire primordial world, has finally come to an end.

This battle ended in a crushing defeat for the Immortal Court.

However, after this battle, no Great Powers dared to underestimate the East King Duke and his Immortal Court.

Everyone could see it clearly; if the Saint Nuwa hadn't personally intervened...

The Immortal Court's Ten Thousand Immortals Formation is powerful enough to fight the Demon Clan's Zhou Tian Xing Dou Great Array to a standstill.

They were able to fight the entire Demon Clan race to a standstill, even without Saint present.

This strength is enough to make any force wary.

After this Primordial Wilderness, the Immortal Court was officially listed as one of the top powers in the primordial world that should not be easily provoked.

With the Immortal and Demon Clans ceasing their hostilities, they each returned to lick their wounds.

The entire Primordial Wilderness returned to its former tranquility.