Hongjun Merges with the Dao, Witch-Demon Conflict

After the third lecture at Zixiao Palace, aside from those who had perished, the remaining Three Thousand Great Divine Abilities all possessed cultivation at least at the Grand Unity Golden Immortal level, standing on the verge of severing their three corpses. Now, with the Innate Spiritual Treasures, they could finally achieve this.

It was foreseeable that an era where Quasi-Saints were commonplace and Grand Unity Golden Immortals were as numerous as dogs was about to dawn.

At this moment, there were still some magical treasures on the Treasure Distribution Rock. After several attempts, no one could take them. Once the opportune moment passed, the Treasure Distribution Rock flashed with a treasure light, and these spiritual treasures streaked across the sky like meteors, flying towards the Primordial Desolation.

Some were overjoyed, while others were disappointed. Nevertheless, everyone hurried back to Zixiao Palace.

At this time, Dao Ancestor Hongjun's aura had become even more ethereal, and his detached demeanor grew increasingly pronounced.

Looking at the returning Great Divine Abilities, Hongjun declared, "Since I obtained the Jade Plate of Creation, I have lectured three times. This concludes my teachings. I shall merge with the Heavenly Dao to mend its deficiencies. I will not emerge again unless a World-Ending Tribulation occurs."

With this, Hongjun merged with the Dao, and the Primordial Desolation entered a vacuum period. Without the power of Saints, the Witch Clan and Demon Race would become even more arrogant, and the atmosphere of impending war would grow increasingly tense.

One day, nine bell tolls echoed from the Three Pure Ones Palace, and the rolling sound of the Great Dao spread throughout Eastern Kunlun.

In the Chaos Palace, Li Yunjing stood up, knowing that the Three Pure Ones had returned and that Dao Ancestor Hongjun was about to merge with the Dao after the conclusion of the Zixiao Palace lectures.

In the future, the Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, Jieyin, and Zhunti would achieve sainthood, and the Primordial Desolation would enter the era of Saints.

From this point onward, all beings below Saints would be considered mere ants.

He sighed, adjusted his emotions, and a gentle smile, as usual, appeared on Li Yunjing's face. With a slight movement, he was already heading towards the Three Pure Ones Palace.

Indeed, the Three Pure Ones sat on their futons, eyes closed in meditation.

Li Yunjing dared not be negligent. Starting with Laozi, then Primordial, and finally Tongtian, he paid his respects and knelt before each of them. After the ceremony, Li Yunjing found his own seat and quietly sat on a futon.

Moments later, Daoist Duobao, Holy Mother Jinling, Holy Mother Guiling, Holy Mother Wudang, and Winged Immortal also entered the Three Pure Ones Palace. They paid their respects one by one and took their seats.

"After the three lectures at Zixiao Palace, Dao Ancestor Hongjun has merged with the Dao. The Primordial Desolation is currently in chaos, with the Witch Clan and Demon Race running rampant. You should not easily descend the mountain unless it is necessary."

Laozi first recounted the events at Zixiao Palace. Following that, the Three Pure Ones once again expounded upon their respective Great Daos. This time, the cultivation of the Three Pure Ones reached the peak of the Quasi-Saint realm. The subsequent lectures benefited Li Yunjing immensely, and he gained even more.

This time, Laozi and Primordial each lectured for a hundred years, while their teacher, Tongtian, lectured for a thousand years. The Supreme Clarity Great Dao was perfected, and Li Yunjing's cultivation rapidly advanced, breaking through the bottleneck of the Golden Immortal realm and entering the Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm.

After the lectures, the wealthy Tongtian casually bestowed six Innate Spiritual Treasures upon his disciples. Li Yunjing himself received another Red Lotus Immortal Robe, a defensive artifact of the top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure category. With this treasure, he now possessed five spiritual treasures.

Except for the Nine Heavens Divine Sword, which was somewhat weaker, all his other magical treasures were top-tier. Even in an era where Quasi-Saints were commonplace, his wealth would not be inferior to any established expert in the Primordial Desolation.

The pitiable Winged Immortal also finally managed to obtain two Innate Spiritual Treasures from Tongtian. Although they were only mid-grade Innate Spiritual Treasures, he was overjoyed. Having joined the Orthodox Xuanmen, Winged Immortal now understood what true Orthodox Xuanmen meant. He was no longer a muddled, wild cultivator and naturally recognized the preciousness of Innate Spiritual Treasures.

After Hongjun's merger with the Dao, the Primordial Desolation remained relatively peaceful. Li Yunjing returned to Mount Wuyi several times to gather Enlightenment Tea Leaves and Five Elements Spirit Fruits without encountering significant threats.

The Witch Clan and Demon Race spent a full Yuanhui recuperating, furiously accumulating strength for their final decisive battle.

During this Yuanhui, great witches and great demons emerged in droves from both races.

The Demon Race's emperors, led by Di Jun, developed the Grand Formation of the Stars as a secret trump card. On the other hand, the Witch Clan, with the Twelve Ancestral Witches at its core, arranged the Grand Formation of the Fiend Gods. This formation, arguably the most formidable in the Primordial Desolation, could summon the true form of Pangu at its peak, rendering them invincible.

The intermediate forces of the Witch Clan and Demon Race were equally powerful. Countless Great Witches, Demon Sages, and Demon Gods, comparable to Grand Unity Golden Immortals, were eager for battle. Their subordinate armies of billions of ordinary clan members constantly practiced divine abilities and set up formations, filling the entire Primordial Desolation continent with a palpable killing intent.

The first Witch-Demon War was poised to begin; only the opportune moment was missing.

The Demon Race was the first to lose patience.

After conquering the Thirty-Three Heavens, the Demon Race, led by Baize, commanded an army of millions of demon soldiers and descended upon Mount Buzhou, forcibly encircling the foremost mountain of the Primordial Desolation. The area within a radius of tens of millions of miles around Mount Buzhou was home to countless reclusive cultivators who were driven out. Even the Great Divine Abilities who had listened to the lectures at Zixiao Palace were no exception. Those who did not join the Heavenly Court were deemed unqualified to cultivate on this immortal mountain!

Seeing the Demon Race's overwhelming power, other Great Divine Abilities could only suppress their anger and move. Those who relocated were forced to do so, while those unwilling to move could only join the Heavenly Court, obtaining minor official positions and becoming cannon fodder for the Heavenly Court.

As Eastern Emperor Taiyi descended upon Mount Buzhou, countless demon armies began large-scale construction, building the Eastern Emperor's Palace. Mount Buzhou, being the foremost mountain in the Primordial Desolation, had its peak closest to the Thirty-Three Heavens.

Eastern Emperor Taiyi's actions were a final probe. If the Witch Clan made a move, a great battle would ensue. If they remained inactive, the Demon Race would occupy Mount Buzhou, establishing it as their core territory on the land, radiating outwards to all directions across the Primordial Desolation, conquering more land and further compressing the Witch Clan's living space.

At this time, Mount Buzhou was heavily guarded by demon soldiers, occupying all strategic points to prevent external intrusion.

Furthermore, the demon experts joined forces to perform a great ritual, moving the Eastern Emperor's Palace from the Thirty-Three Heavens down to the mortal realm. Eastern Emperor Taiyi and the Demon Master Kunpeng personally descended to guard Mount Buzhou.

The Demon Race's actions immediately escalated the conflict between the two sides to its highest point. The hatred between the two races made peaceful coexistence impossible.

As time passed, the Demon Race's extensive actions did not go unnoticed by the Witch Clan.

One day, the Twelve Ancestral Witches gathered in the Ancestral Witch Hall.

"What?! Such a thing has happened? Those feathered beasts dare to seize Mount Buzhou? Big Brother, immediately dispatch our troops and fight a decisive battle with the Demon Race!"

Zhu Rong, with his fiery temper, was the first to stand up upon hearing Dijiang's account of the Demon Race's actions. His body seethed with killing intent, and he was eager to march to Mount Buzhou and eliminate Eastern Emperor Taiyi.

"Zhu Rong, calm yourself! We will fight, of course, but we must make proper arrangements to concentrate our forces and annihilate the demon army on Mount Buzhou in one fell swoop!" Holy Mother Houtu's delicate eyebrows furrowed, and she couldn't help but chide Zhu Rong for his recklessness.