Tai Yi's Self-Destruction, the Battle for the Chaos Bell
As one Demon Saint after another falls, the demon race's situation becomes increasingly perilous.
No matter how powerful Di Jun and Tai Yi, they could not cope with the siege of the Ancestral Witch.
Especially Fuxi, although his cultivation was not bad, he was still Di Jun and Tai Yi in terms of both cultivation and combat power.
Facing the combined attack of Zhu Jiuyin and Ju Mang, he was already in grave danger, his breath barely audible.
Although Nuwa was Jieyin in a great battle with Jieyin, she never neglected the overall situation of the Primordial World.
Nuwa, already furious, could no longer remain calm after seeing Fuxi in danger.
His Qi of Creation reversed, revealing boundless sharpness and killing intent.
Although the demon race is important, even if it falls, it can rebuild.
But in the entire Primordial World, the person she was closest to was Fuxi.
"Jieyin, are you still going to stop me?"
His gaze was sharp, and the Red Embroidered Ball had been pushed to its limit.
Jieyin naturally noticed Fuxi's situation and knew the reason for Nuwa's resentment!
"Fellow Daoist Fuxi has accumulated profound merits and should not suffer this calamity!"
Jieyin eventually compromised. If he continued to obstruct Nuwa, then the Western Teachings and Nuwa would truly be locked in a life-or-death struggle.
Saints are immortal and indestructible, so it's normal for them to compete with each other, but there's no need for them to become mortal enemies.
Fuxi is Nuwa's Achilles' heel. If they become mortal enemies today, they are not afraid of Jieyin, but the disciples of the Western Teachings cannot withstand Nuwa's wrath.
Nuwa had no time to pay Jieyin at this moment. With a thought, the Mountain and River Map tore through the void and headed straight for Buzhou Mountain.
It was at this moment that, above Buzhou Mountain, seeing Fuxi's aura waning, Qiang Liang unleashed an All-Heavenly Divine Thunder at Fuxi.
"Boom..."
Under the All-Heavenly Divine Thunder, Fuxi's physical body vanished instantly, without even a chance to cry for help.
The Fuxi Qin emitted a mournful cry.
No one expected that Fuxi would be the first of the demon kings to fall.
He perished at the hands of the combined forces of Qiang Liang, Zhu Jiuyin, and Ju Mang.
The fall of Fuxi caused the heavens and earth to fall silent.
Although the Witch and Demon Clans have suffered continuous losses, their true top-tier rulers have not been annihilated.
Fuxi was not only the Demon Race Xi Huang, but also the elder brother of the Saint Nuwa.
Nuwa was ultimately too late.
"Brother!"
The next second, the Mountain and River Map appeared on the battlefield, and with a flash of light, it absorbed Fuxi's remnant soul and spiritual treasures into it.
"Puff, puff, puff!"
When the Mountain and River Map returned to chaos, it took away the lives of three Ancestral Witch, including Zhu Jiuyin.
Moreover, a wisp of its holy power once again severely injured the other Ancestral Witch.
Given how much Nuwa cared about Fuxi, she naturally wouldn't give up easily.
But just as she was about to kill all the Ancestral Witch, a powerful divine might descended upon her, stopping Nuwa from taking any further action.
That is not the will of Heaven, but the will left behind by Pangu still protecting the Witch Race.
There is a great Karma between the Witch and Demon Clans. As protagonists of the same era, they can die at each other's hands, but they cannot perish at the hands of a saint.
The reason they were able to successfully kill the three Ancestral Witch, including Zhu Jiuyin, was because they had killed Fuxi first.
Looking at the Mountain and River Map before her, Nuwa's expression grew increasingly gloomy.
But she didn't know who to blame—the Witch Race, the Jieyin, or herself.
Perhaps both!
Moreover, she couldn't care about anything else at that moment; she managed to protect Fuxi's true spirit and remnant soul.
But only a wisp of his soul remained, and his spiritual power continued to dissipate.
The only thing we can do is to continuously nurture this remnant soul with the power of creation, preventing it from dissipating further.
"Fellow Daoist Nuwa, the holy water of the Eight Treasures Merit Pool is excellent for healing; perhaps it can be of some help!"
Seeing Nuwa's increasingly gloomy face, Jieyin out a stream of holy water and presented it to Nuwa.
Based on his understanding of Nuwa, if Fuxi had truly perished, the enmity between them would likely be irreconcilable.
The holy water of merit, infused with the essence of the golden lotus, surpasses the effects of mere merit in healing.
Nuwa said nothing, but accepted the holy water of merit and used her power of creation to integrate it into Fuxi's remnant soul.
Thanks to Nuwa's efforts, the remnant soul finally stopped its dissipation. As for how to restore it, Nuwa was powerless to do so.
Meanwhile, the battle at Buzhou Mountain intensified.
Because of Nuwa's intervention, the power of the Witch and Demon Clans has once again reached a strange balance.
Moreover, with the deaths of Ancestral Witch such as Fuxi and Zhu Jiuyin, the rest of the people almost lost their minds.
They were no longer concerned with winning or losing; they only wanted to kill each other at all costs.
With a series of booming sounds, Di Jun bravely withstood Xuan Ming's attack and killed Zhu Rong with the Witch-Slaying Sword.
"Zhu Rong! Di Jun, you deserve to die!"
Di Jiang manifested spatial power around himself, instantly appearing above Di Jun, and swung his Chizhi Staff down at Di Jun with all his might.
Xuan Ming waved his hand, summoning endless ice blades that pierced towards Di Jun!
"Boom..."
Di Jun, who was already severely injured, ultimately could not withstand the attack and had to endure the blow from Di Jiang and Xuan Ming.
"Tai Yi, the demon race is entrusted to you!"
Sensing the continuous loss of his life force, Di Jun directly transformed into his true form and self-destructed his origin.
"Not good!"
Di Jiang's expression changed, and he used all his spatial laws to send Xuan Ming out of the battlefield.
However, he himself fully bore the force of Di Jun's self-destruction and returned to the world together with Di Jun.
"Brother, no!"
By the time Tai Yi discovered it, it was too late; all that remained was the shattered void left behind by Di Jun's self-destruction.
Looking up, Buzhou Mountain was in ruins, littered with the corpses of demons.
Di Jun has perished; his demon race has been defeated.
In that case, the Witch Race has no reason to exist.
"Brother, rest assured, I will make the Witch Race pay with their lives."
A mad glint flashed in Tai Yi as he charged towards the Witch Race, carrying the Chaos Bell, and self-destructed.
"Bump!"
A scorching solar storm erupted centered on Tai Yi, and a raging sea of fire engulfed everything around it.
As Tai Yi self-destructed, most of the Calamity Qi dissipated.
"It's over. The Witch and Demon Clans have finally met a mutually destructive end!"
In the Glass Realm, Zhunti revealed a complex smile.
They finally succeeded; the liches and demons perished, and the Primordial World would truly enter the era of sages.
They should be happy, after all, it's the result of their hard work, even though the cost exceeded all of their expectations.
"Thump, thump, thump!"
The Chaos Bell floated above Buzhou Mountain, emitting mournful cries as it bid farewell to Tai Yi, who had been with him for countless eons.
"The end? No, this is merely the beginning of a true catastrophe!"
Watching Zhunti's hurried departure, Cihang felt an overwhelming sense of sorrow.
In an instant, all the sages appeared one after another at Buzhou Mountain. None of them spoke, yet they all grabbed at the Chaos Bell together.
"Bump..."
The recently restored peace on Buzhou Mountain has been shattered by renewed fighting.
This time it wasn't the Witch and Demon Clans, but the Six Saints of Heaven and Earth.
The Chaos Bell is Primordial Supreme Treasure; who could remain unmoved by it?
It's likely that they were already plotting against the Chaos Bell even before Tai Yi had fallen.
Instead of going to Buzhou Mountain, Cihang summoned the Treasure Gathering Basin, drawing upon the aura of the Chaos Bell within.
The Treasure Gathering Basin burst forth with dazzling light, reflecting off the Glass Realm with brilliant colors.
The accumulated fortune within is being consumed at an alarming rate.