The demon army suffered heavy losses, with hundreds of millions of lives perishing in the impact of the Ancestral Witch's self-destruction.
Chang Xi and Xi He were the first to be hit. Although they tried their best to resist, in the center of the self-destruction of many Ancestral Witch, the Moon Essence Wheel shattered and the divine light of the sun dissipated. The two goddesses were eventually submerged in the flood of Destruction and perished, leaving behind only two sighs full of resentment and longing.
"Chang Xi! Xi He!!"
Di Jun sensed the dissipation of his Daoist partner's aura and let out a heart-wrenching roar. His eyes cracked and tears of blood streamed down his face. The light of the River Diagram and Luo Script dimmed.
Tai Yi was also seriously injured. The Chaos Bell protected him, but the continuous impacts also caused his breathing to become disordered.
Of the entire battlefield, only the powerful Great Witch Clan Jiu Feng and Gou Mang, who were far from the center of the self-destruction, remained standing. They looked at the apocalyptic scene before them and watched the Ancestral Witch fall one after another, their eyes filled with endless sorrow and bewilderment.
As for the demon race, although the top combat power still included Di Jun and Tai Yi, the army of hundreds of millions was reduced to less than one-tenth, and the remaining Demon Gods Demon Saint were all wounded, making the scene extremely tragic.
At this moment when heaven and earth grieved and all living things perished, the Kunpeng, which had been waiting for its opportunity, finally moved!
No longer concealing itself, it transformed into an almost invisible shadow, rushing straight towards Di Jun, who was distraught with grief, its target being the floating River Diagram and Luo Script!
"Di Jun! The River Diagram and Luo Script should rightfully belong to me!"
The Kunpeng's face was ferocious, and its speed was extremely fast. The Demon Master Palace slammed into Di Jun's back, while at the same time reaching out to grab the River Diagram and Luo Script!
"Kunpeng! You traitor!"
Tai Yi roared in anger, wanting to make a rescue, but was blocked by the remaining energy of the Ancestral Witch' self-destruction.
However, Di Jun seemed to have anticipated this all along. Deep within that extreme sorrow lay an icy clarity.
He turned abruptly, facing the oncoming Kunpeng, his eyes showing no surprise, only overwhelming killing intent.
"I've been waiting for you! Traitor, let's go together!" Di Jun roared, not using the River Diagram and Luo Script to defend himself, but with a thought, a Precious Umbrella with an ancient design and seven primordial runes of Earth, Water, Fire, Wind, light, and darkness embroidered on its surface flew out from his body—it was the Seven Symbols Treasure Umbrella Innate Spiritual Treasure lent to him by Heavenly Venerate Qing Huan!
This treasure is neither primarily for offense nor defense, but rather contains a trace of the ability to absorb Karma.
The Seven Symbols Treasure Umbrella unfolded, its seven-colored light flowing. Instead of attacking Kunpeng, it transformed into an invisible barrier, instantly enveloping Kunpeng, himself, and Tai Yi, who had just rushed nearby, in a strange aura!
"Not good!"
Kunpeng sensed something was wrong; the power of this Precious Umbrella wasn't for killing, but rather... locking and pulling!
He tried to escape, but found that his aura was firmly stuck to the Seven Symbols Treasure Umbrella, as if he were stuck in a quagmire!
"Eldest Brother!"
Tai Yi also sensed Di Jun's will to die, as well as the strange suction force emanating from the Precious Umbrella.
"Tai Yi! The demon race... is in your hands!"
Di Jun glanced at Tai Yi last time, his gaze filled with endless longing and resolute determination. Then, he ignited all his essence as the Heavenly Emperor and the Solar Star God, along with the murderous, soaring sword that wielded the Demon -Witch-Slaying Sword!
"Boom--!!!!!"
A light, even more dazzling and terrifying than any previous self-destruction of the Ancestral Witch, shone forth!
Even the Solar Star seemed to dim at that moment! The Heavenly Di Jun, chose to self-destruct!
Following closely behind, Eastern Emperor Taiyi, realizing there was no way out, laughed loudly, his laughter filled with resentment and sorrow. He took one last look at the Chaos Bell in his hand, and then resolutely detonated himself and the Chaos Bell as well.
"Clang--!!!"
The mournful tolling of the bell echoed throughout the Primordial Wilderness, like a death knell tolling for the demon race!
The two self-destructive energies, enough to Destruction the world, were not completely dispersed under the restraint of the strange aura of the Seven Symbols Treasure Umbrella. Instead, most of them were concentrated and bombarded the Demon Master Kunpeng, who was locked onto by the Precious Umbrella!
"No--! Di Jun and Tai Yi! You will all die a horrible death!!!"
Kunpeng unleashed a desperate and venomous curse. At the core of the two self-destructing forces, he used all his cultivation to resist. The Demon Master Palace was instantly shattered, and his physical body and primordial spirit, under this extreme power, melted and disintegrated rapidly like ice and snow under the sun! In the end, along with his unwilling roar, they all turned into nothingness!
This Teacher of Ten Thousand Demons, Kalpa and Primordial Wilderness up countless storms, was ultimately dragged down to perish on this final battlefield by the Demon Emperor he betrayed.
Just as Di Jun and Tai Yi self-destructed and Kunpeng was annihilated, the Seven Symbols Treasure Umbrella, which had been suspended in the air and whose brilliance had been completely dimmed by the impact of the self-destruction, suddenly lit up at the tip. As if following some pre-set command, it quietly absorbed the most primordial wisp of energy from the core of the battlefield, from the primordial spirits of Di Jun and Tai Yi that were about to completely dissipate.
Immediately, the Precious Umbrella transformed into a barely perceptible stream of light, vanished into the void, and disappeared.
The aftershocks of the explosion gradually subsided.
In the center of the battlefield, a bottomless crater appeared, seemingly reaching straight to the deepest hell.
Buzhou Mountain groaned under the unbearable weight and collapsed with a deafening roar, causing the Heavenly River Water to overflow.
The only remaining Witch Clan, Jiu Feng and Gou Mang, supported each other as they gazed at the empty battlefield, tears streaming down their faces.
The demon race, numbering in the billions, was almost entirely wiped out. The few remaining demon soldiers and generals lost their will to fight in this cataclysmic disaster and scattered in all directions.
The once Primordial Wilderness Heavenly Court and the overlords of the earth both withdrew from the stage of history after this battle.
Yingzhou Island, Qing Huan Palace.
The Heavenly Venerate Qing Huan, who had been sitting with his eyes closed, slowly opened them.
Before them, the void rippled slightly, and the dimly lit Seven Symbols Treasure Umbrella quietly appeared, its body even bearing some scratches, clearly having withstood a considerable impact.
Qing Huan reached out and gently touched the tip of the umbrella.
Instantly, two extremely faint strands of primordial spirit essence, seemingly about to be extinguished at any moment, yet containing the Solar Law of Di Jun and the Daoist rhyme of the Tai Yi Chaos Bell Dao Charm, drifted out from the umbrella like flickering candles in the wind and fell into a Jade Bottle he had prepared to nurture his primordial spirit.
Looking at the two faint wisps of primordial spirit floating in the Jade Bottle, the Heavenly Venerate Qing Huan sighed softly, his voice echoing in the empty hall:
"Di Jun, Tai Yi... dust to dust, ashes to ashes."
This wisp of primordial spirit is proof that you all existed, and it is also the end of my karmic ties with the demon Karma.
Whether the Primordial Wilderness can reappear in the future depends on your own Creation and opportunities...
He put away the Jade Bottle, his gaze seemingly piercing through the palace, looking towards the collapsed Buzhou Mountain, and the Primordial Wilderness world, which was even more turbulent due to the fall of the Witch and Demon and the abundance of evil energy.
An era has ended. A new order and calamity are already brewing.
At this moment, all the Sage arrived at the battlefield. Looking at the collapsed Buzhou Mountain and the shattered sky, they all sighed.
At this moment, Houtu regretted it. If she had led the Witch Clan to retreat to the Underworld, would her brothers have survived...?