Facing the God and Demon Dao Lords with Composure!

Gu Xi's figure instantly appeared tens of thousands of feet above the Five Elements Mountain, his gaze grim.

"Rumble!"

A cold frost Divine Power that changed the color of the heavens and earth pierced through space, blasting towards Gu Xi.

This Divine Power was like an ancient ice river descending.

The moment it appeared, a terrifying coldness that froze all realms permeated the heavens and earth.

Instantly, snow fell like a waterfall, scattering across mountains and rivers.

The world turned into a vast expanse of white, as if draped in mourning.

"God and Demon Dao Lords!"

Gu Xi's eyes narrowed. Feeling the vast fluctuations of laws contained within this 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 bloomed like lotuses in succession, unleashing three Spiritual Powers. Seals flew from his ten fingers.

His expression was calm.

He was no longer merely a Heavenly Immortal.

As of today, he could calmly face a God and Demon Dao Lord.

As long as the opponent wasn't an old, established God and Demon Dao Lord, he might not be unable to contend.

Three Spiritual Powers: one transformed into a magnificent Five-Colored Pagoda above his head, emitting billions of rays of light, with Five Elements Qi cascading down like a waterfall.

One transformed into a dark cloud spanning a thousand miles, filled with tribulation energy.

A raging Sea of Thunder, volcanic eruptions, floods, the withering of seas and rocks, falling stars, the Twilight of the Gods, and other apocalyptic disasters continuously erupted within the dark cloud.

The last one transformed into a majestic Dharma Form of Pan Wu, as imposing as a Primordial Divine Mountain, with five heads and nine arms.

Tangible, violent power emanated from the colossal Dharma Form of Pan Wu.

The void creaked under the pressure, tearing open dark fissures.

The tribulation-filled dark cloud and the imposing Dharma Form of Pan Wu, as imposing as a Primordial Divine Mountain, directly collided with the ancient ice river.

BOOM!!!

Ten thousand miles of void collapsed, transforming into a space of chaotic energy currents and ravaged ruins.

The dark cloud and the Dharma Form of Pan Wu were annihilated almost instantly.

However, the volume of the ancient ice river also shrank by nine-tenths.

When the shrunken ice river struck the Five-Colored Pagoda...

The Five-Colored Pagoda merely trembled slightly, becoming slightly blurred before blocking the ice river.

"Eh? You, a Primordial Great Sage, can actually block my attack."

"It seems that the one who established the Four Seasons Sequence is indeed not simple."

From the distant sky, a voice carrying a hint of surprise echoed.

A blurry figure emerged.

The figure was shrouded in black mist.

It blocked all sight and divine sense probes.

It seemed unwilling to reveal its identity.

But judging from the vast fluctuations of the Great Dao emanating from it, it was clearly a God and Demon Dao Lord.

"Who are you?"

"Since you've come, why hide your head and conceal your tail, acting so secretive?"

"Doesn't that tarnish the dignity of a God and Demon Dao Lord!"

Gu Xi said mockingly.

"Heh heh, dignity or whatever, I don't care."

"What I care about is only the path of the Dao!"

"My intention is very simple."

"Gu Xi, I know you possess the Divine Positions of the God of Seasons and the God of Twenty-Four Solar Terms."

"I only want the Divine Position of the Winter God... As long as you strip away and hand over the Divine Position of the Winter God to me, I will turn around and leave immediately!"

The figure in the black mist said loudly.

Hundreds of billions of miles away, Xuan Ming Ancestral Witch, who was rushing towards the East Sea Coast, saw this scene and his expression immediately turned cold.

"Nonsense, the Divine Position of the Winter God is mine."

The Xuan Ming Ancestral Witch's eyes were filled with murderous intent.

"Xuan Ming, why worry? Even if that cowardly scoundrel seizes the Divine Position, so what?"

"We'll just take it back."

"With all twelve of us Ancestral Witches acting together, I believe there aren't many in the Primordial Era who would dare refuse us."

As Gong Gong Ancestral Witch spoke, his rugged face displayed an expression of disdain for the world.

Di Jiang Ancestral Witch, however, looked grim, his gaze coldly fixed on the sun in the sky.

"This operation might not go smoothly."

"I can sense that those two Three-legged Crows have also made their move."

"They will never stand by and watch us seize the Divine Position of the God of Seasons."

Hearing Di Jiang's words, the expressions of the other Ancestral Witches also turned grim.

They all understood who Di Jiang was referring to when he mentioned the two Three-legged Crows.

The conflict between the Witch and Demon Races was escalating, and the Witch-Demon War could break out at any moment.

Under such circumstances, it was indeed impossible for the Witch Race to easily seize the Divine Position of the God of Seasons.

"What are you afraid of them for?"

"At worst, we'll fight."

"If those two Three-legged Crows are foolish, we'll deploy the 'Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation' and destroy them."

"If we can destroy them during this opportunity, then... that would be far more important than me obtaining the Divine Position of the God of Seasons."

Zhu Rong said with murderous intent, Fire Dao Divine Power surging around him, melting the surrounding void.

Di Jiang and the other Ancestral Witches remained silent.

They all knew that Zhu Rong's words were unrealistic.

Let alone the fact that those two were top-tier experts ranked high among Quasi-Saint Heavenly Venerates.

They also possessed Supreme Treasures like the River Diagram and Luo Script, and the Chaos Bell.

If they wanted to escape, even with the 'Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation' deployed, the chances of capturing them were slim.

More importantly, the Demon Race now had a Saint among them.

How could Saint Nuwa stand by and watch those two Three-legged Crows be destroyed?

However, no matter what, they couldn't just give up on competing for the Divine Position of the God of Seasons.

Otherwise, wouldn't that imply that the Witch Race feared the Demon Race?

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