Gu Xi's figure appeared in the void tens of thousands of feet above Five Elements Mountain in an instant, his gaze gloomy.
Rumble!
A frost divine power that changed the color of heaven and earth pierced through space-time layer by layer, blasting toward Gu Xi.
This divine power was like an ancient glacier descending.
The instant it appeared, a terrifying chill capable of freezing countless worlds spread through heaven and earth.
At once, heavy snow poured down like a waterfall, falling across mountains and rivers.
The entire world turned vast and white, as though draped in plain mourning garb.
"God and Demon Dao Lord!"
Gu Xi's gaze sharpened. Sensing the vast fluctuations of laws contained within that divine power, he knew that the one attacking this time was a God and Demon Dao Lord capable of merging with the Great Dao and commanding laws.
"Great Five Elements Art!"
"Great Calamity Art!"
"Great Origin Art!"
His hands blossomed like lotuses in succession as he unleashed three divine abilities in a row. Seals of law shot out from between his ten fingers.
His expression remained calm.
He was no longer merely a Heavenly Immortal.
By now, he could face a God and Demon Dao Lord with composure.
So long as the other party was not an exceptionally veteran God and Demon Dao Lord, he might not be unable to contend with him.
Of the three divine abilities, one transformed above his head into a resplendent Five-Colored Pagoda, releasing hundreds of millions of rays of light as Five Elements Qi cascaded down like a waterfall.
Another transformed into a thousand-mile-wide black cloud filled with calamity qi.
A raging Sea of Thunder, erupting volcanoes, flooding waters, seas drying and stones crumbling, falling stars, Twilight of the Gods, and all kinds of apocalyptic calamities erupted continuously within the black cloud.
The last transformed into a towering Dharma Form of Pan Wu with five heads and nine arms, as majestic as a Primordial Divine Mountain.
Tangible, violent power radiated from the enormous Dharma Form of Pan Wu.
The void was squeezed until it creaked, splitting open one black crack after another.
The black cloud filled with calamity qi and the towering Dharma Form of Pan Wu crashed directly into the ancient glacier.
Boom!!!
The void for tens of thousands of miles collapsed into ruins of space where chaotic currents raged.
The black cloud and Dharma Form of Pan Wu were almost instantly annihilated.
However, the ancient glacier's size had also shrunk by nine-tenths.
When the diminished glacier struck the Five-Colored Pagoda...
The Five-Colored Pagoda merely trembled slightly and became somewhat blurrier before blocking the glacier.
"Oh? A mere Primordial Great Sage like you actually blocked one strike from me."
"As expected, someone capable of establishing the Four Seasons Sequence is no ordinary figure."
A slightly surprised voice rang out from the distant sky.
A blurry figure emerged.
Black mist coiled around that figure's entire body.
It blocked both sight and Divine Sense.
He seemingly did not wish to reveal his identity.
Yet judging from the vast Great Dao fluctuations emanating from him, he was clearly a God and Demon Dao Lord.
"Who are you?"
"Since you have come, why hide your head and conceal yourself?"
"Surely that is beneath the dignity of a God and Demon Dao Lord!"
Gu Xi said mockingly.
"Hehe, dignity or no dignity, I do not care."
"The only thing I care about is the Dao path!"
"My purpose here is simple."
"Gu Xi, I know that you possess the divine positions of the God of Seasons and the God of Twenty-Four Solar Terms."
"I only want the Winter God divine position... So long as you strip away the Winter God divine position and give it to me, I will turn around and leave at once!"
The figure within the black mist declared loudly.
Hundreds of millions of miles away, Xuan Ming Ancestral Witch, who was hurrying toward the East Sea Coast, saw this scene and her expression immediately turned cold.
"Bullshit. The position of Winter God is mine."
Killing intent surged in Xuan Ming Ancestral Witch's eyes.
"Xuan Ming, why worry? Even if that cowardly bastard steals the divine position, so what?"
"We can just take it back."
"If all Twelve Ancestral Witches move together, I doubt many people in Hong Huang would dare refuse to show us respect."
Gong Gong Ancestral Witch spoke, a disdainful expression for the world appearing on his rough face.
However, Di Jiang Ancestral Witch's expression darkened slightly. He cast a cold glance at the sun in the sky and said,
"This operation will likely not go smoothly."
"I can sense that those two Three-legged Crows have also made their move."
"They will never sit by and watch us seize the divine positions of the God of Seasons."
Upon hearing Di Jiang's words, the other Ancestral Witches' expressions also sank slightly.
Naturally, they understood whom the two Three-legged Crows Di Jiang mentioned referred to.
The conflict between the Witch and Demon Races was growing increasingly intense. The Witch-Demon War might erupt again at any moment.
Under such circumstances, those two people truly could not allow the Witch Race to easily obtain the divine positions of the God of Seasons.
"What is there to fear?"
"At worst, we fight."
"If those two Three-legged Crows do not know what is good for them, we will set up the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation and destroy them."
"If we can use this chance to destroy them, then... that would be far more important than my obtaining the divine positions of the God of Seasons."
Zhu Rong spoke with killing intent boiling around him. Fire Dao Divine Power surged from his body, melting even the nearby void.
Di Jiang and the other Ancestral Witches said nothing.
They all knew that Zhu Rong's words were simply unrealistic.
Leaving aside the fact that those two were already peerless experts ranked near the top among Quasi-Saint Heavenly Venerates.
They also possessed supreme treasures such as the River Diagram and Luo Script and the Chaos Bell.
If they wished to leave, even if the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation were set up, the chance of capturing them would be slim.
More importantly, the Demon Race now had a Saint.
How could Saint Nuwa possibly watch helplessly as those two Three-legged Crows were destroyed?
But no matter what, they could not simply abandon the fight for the divine positions of the God of Seasons.
Otherwise, would that not mean their Witch Race feared the Demon Race?
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