The Ancestor Minghe stood at the center of the churning Blood Sea, the Twelve-Petaled Karma Fire Red Lotus blooming fiercely, burning away the void.
The murky Blood Waves, cleansed by the holy might, even appeared somewhat translucent. Countless Asura Race knelt on the crimson reefs, their hoarse praises forming a torrent that shook the netherworld.
That purple aura that connects the netherworld and the heavens did not originate from the primordial chaos, but rather from the resentment, souls, and killing intent accumulated over countless years in the Blood Sea, forcibly forged and purified by the Minghe with its supreme demonic power.
Purple energy rose, and deep in the sky, rumbling thunder echoed. All living beings in the Primordial Wilderness world looked up at the strange phenomenon that tore through the sky, and the shackles in their hearts called "Hongmeng Purple Qi" shattered with a bang—the path was under their feet, and the Dao was within themselves!
Beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, the glazed golden tiles of the Lingxiao Treasure Hall shimmered with a cold, dazzling brilliance under the eternal light of the Zhou Tian Star Dou.
Di Jun stood at the pivot of the star chart's operation, with the River Diagram and Luo Script floating in front of him, and the trajectories of billions of stars seemed to come alive within it, undergoing birth and death.
His palms were clenched tightly, as if he had grasped Primordial Wilderness Universe within his grasp.
"Tai Yi,"
Di Jun's voice carried a metallic resonance.
"Qing Huan Establishing a Religion and proved its Dao through education, Nuwa's Saint Position was established long ago."
Now, with the Minghe present again... the Primordial Wilderness Luck has ultimately tipped in favor of our demon race."
His gaze pierced through the layers of palaces, landing on the vast and boundless land below.
"Once those ten thousand Kalpa broken, you and I, brothers, will take control of the Primordial Wilderness and restore order, and that will be right before our eyes."
Eastern Emperor Taiyi holds the Chaos Bell in his arms. On the ancient and simple surface of the bell, the Sun, Moon, and Stars, Earth, Water, Fire, Wind flow endlessly.
The corners of his mouth curled up in Heaven-Opening smile, a smile never before seen since the beginning of time.
"Brother is absolutely right! The Witch Clan is barbaric and only deserves to eke out a living under the legacy of our Father God."
When the deadline arrives, this bright and Universe will fall entirely under the rule of the demon race!
"The Chaos Bell seemed to sense his heart, and a deep hum pierced through the Thirty-Three Heavens, causing all the All the Stars in the Heavens to twinkle and shine brightly."
At the Buzhou Mountain, the Pangu Hall stands ancient and desolate. Its rough pillars support the Primordial Wilderness backbone, and the marks of chiseling and carving on them are a testament to the chaotic storms at the beginning of creation.
Inside the hall, the Turbid Qi rose and fell like a tangible substance, the most primal call of Pangu Bloodline.
The figure of Ancestor Witch Dijiang appeared and disappeared in the Turbid Qi, and space around him silently twisted and folded.
Looking out of the hall, his gaze was as heavy as a mountain, so heavy that even the air seemed to groan under its weight.
"My Houtu sister, Houtu, has been reincarnated. Although she has attained Saint Position, she is forever trapped in the netherworld."
Di Jiang's voice was like two pieces of divine iron rubbing against each other in the abyss, dull and painful.
"The demon race... has Nuwa who created humans from clay, and they enjoy the Merit of creation."
Even Qing Huan has ascended to the sacred realm!
He slowly turned his head, his gaze landing squarely on Gou Mang and Jiu Feng.
Gou Mang was surrounded by vitality, and tender buds sprouted from the rocks.
Beside Jiu Feng, the laws of space and fire intertwined, and occasionally, the illusory cry of a phoenix could be heard.
"Gou Mang, Jiu Feng!"
Di Jiang roared, "The bloodline of the Witch Clan does not cultivate the primordial spirit; this is a legacy of our Father God, but also a shackle!"
You two have been Creation heaven and earth, possessing primordial spirits; you are the key to the Witch Clan's triumph!
Comprehend the Father God's power in creating the world, inquire about the Great Dao of Pangu, and quickly attain the Primordial Chaos!
Only in this way can our race truly break free from Hongjun's schemes and take control of the Primordial Wilderness Universe created by our Father God!
"Yes, Eldest Brother!"
Gou Mang and Jiu Feng responded with a resounding roar, their voices shaking the palace, their eyes burning with resolute fervor.
Di Jiang's gaze swept over the other Ancestral Witch in the hall: Qiang Liang, Tian Wu, Xi Zi, She Bi Shi, Zhu Jiuyin... and finally landed on the Twelve Divine Fiend Array, which was being operated with great effort by several of the strongest Great Witches, yet its light was dim and its operation was accompanied by sluggish noises.
The illusory figure was faint, far from possessing the unparalleled divine power of summoning Pangu True Body and shattering galaxies with its fist.
The earth-shattering fall of the two brothers, their mournful cries as Buzhou Mountain collapsed, are like the deepest engravings, etched into the very soul of every member of the Witch Clan.
"The blood of our people has never been shed in vain."
Di Jiang's voice deepened, carrying an iron will.
"Once you have succeeded, this formation will surely shine once more Primordial Wilderness."
The Western Land, Mount Sumeru.
The once barren land, crisscrossed with ravines and devoid of spiritual energy, now exudes a touch of gentle vitality.
Deep within the earth's veins, the poignant echoes of the Qilin Clan Mending the Heavens and earth with their blood, flesh, and soul resonate faintly, while strands of the essence of the Wutu nourish this scarred land.
Furthermore, there is the Great Formation of the Stars that covers the Primordial Wilderness world, with strands of pure starlight and moonlight descending from the Above the Nine Heavens, cleansing the vegetation day and night.
However, this belated hope did nothing to alleviate the anxiety and bitterness in the hearts of the two Daoist priests atop the mountain.
The Daoist Zhunti was emaciated and pale, with the look of suffering almost etched into his brows. The Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree in his hand had lost its luster.
The Daoist Jieyin was deeply troubled, his face filled with sorrow, as if he were bearing the heavy burden of the entire West's decline.
They gazed at the eastern horizon— the Kunlun Mountain, the Three Pure Ones' Daoist Abode, where pure energy soared into the sky, auspicious omens abounded; the Wa Huang Palace, imbued with the Creation Qi, bestowed blessings upon all living beings; the extraordinary phenomena of achieving sainthood in the Netherworld Sea of Blood Minghe had just dissipated, and the impact of attaining the Dao without the Hongmeng Purple Qi was like an invisible thorn, repeatedly piercing the hearts of the two saints.
"Senior brother,"
Zhunti's voice was dry and hoarse, filled with deep resentment and self-doubt.
"The Three Pure Ones are the true descendants of Pangu, possessing the primordial purple energy; their sainthood is ordained by Heaven. Nuwa created humanity, her merits immeasurable, which is also fitting. But Qinghuan... attained enlightenment through destiny, and the Styx... actually gathered the blood sea of Asuras to ascend to sainthood! What virtue or ability do they possess?"
"Is our Western Great Law, with its grand vow to Save All Sentient Beings, truly inferior to those unorthodox paths and those heinous acts of killing?"
Jieyin a long sigh, a sigh that seemed to drain all the joy from the surroundings:
"The will of Heaven is vast and beyond human control. Yet the rise and fall of the West, and the liberation of all beings, rest on the shoulders of the two of us. Time waits for no one!"
A near-mad determination gradually coalesced in his sorrowful eyes.
"Junior brother, we must take a risky approach to shake the very foundations of the Heavenly Dao!"
"That's exactly what I wanted!"
Zhunti's eyes flashed with a sharp light, his last shred of hesitation completely crushed. "Our establishment of Establishing a Religion and our attainment of sainthood begins today!"
Without further hesitation, the two soared into the sky, hovering atop Mount Sumeru, their vast sacred words resounding throughout the Primordial Wilderness:
"Heavenly Dao above! Now, I, Jieyin (Zhunti), feel the suffering of the beings in the West and the difficulty of finding the Great Dao. I wish to establish a religion called the 'Western Sect'! To guide beings towards goodness, to ferry them across the sea of delusion, and to liberate them from suffering and bring them joy! I am the leader (Great Sect Leader) of the Sect Leader of the Western Sect!"
The grand and solemn oath resonated with the Heavenly Dao, Above the Nine Heavens, the Xuanhuang Merit Qi began to gather, churning like a golden sea of clouds.
However, although the sea of clouds was vast, its power was far less surging and boundless than when the Three Pure Ones and Nuwa attained sainthood. The Merit Golden Cloud rolled and hesitated, as if weighing whether the weight of this vow was enough to weigh the heavy Saint Position.
"Not enough! Far from enough!"
A chill Jieyin Jieyin's heart as he transmitted his Zhunti, a barely perceptible tremor in his voice. A fierce, suicidal glint flashed in both their eyes.