Hongjun Joins with the Dao, Witch-Demon Conflict (Requesting Monthly Tickets and Recommendation Tickets)

After the Three Lectures at Zixiao Palace, aside from those who had fallen, all of the Three Thousand Great Divine Abilities had cultivation at least at the Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm. They had already reached the brink of severing their corpses. Now that they had obtained Innate Spiritual Treasures, they could finally sever their corpses.

It was foreseeable that an age where quasi-Saints were everywhere and Grand Unity Golden Immortals were as common as dogs would soon arrive.

At this moment, there were still some magic treasures on "Treasure Distribution Rock." After trying several times, no one could take them away. Once the opportunity passed, "Treasure Distribution Rock" flashed with a radiance of treasures, and those spiritual treasures streaked across the sky like meteors, flying toward the Primordial World.

Some were delighted, while others were disappointed, but everyone still hurried back to "Zixiao Palace."

At this moment, the aura around Dao Ancestor Hongjun had become even more ethereal, while that cold, indifferent emotion had grown increasingly intense.

Looking at the returning great divine cultivators, Dao Ancestor Hongjun said, "Since obtaining the Jade Plate of Creation, I have lectured on the Dao three times. With this, my task is complete. I will now merge with the Heavenly Dao and mend its deficiencies. I will not appear again unless the World-Ending Tribulation arrives."

Thus, Hongjun joined with the Dao, and the Primordial World entered a period of emptiness. Without Saint-level power, the Witch Race and Demon Race became even more rampant, and the atmosphere surrounding the coming war grew increasingly tense.

One day, nine peals of bells rang out from "Three Pure Ones Palace," and the rolling sound of the Great Dao spread throughout Eastern Kunlun.

Inside "Chaos Palace," Li Yunjing rose to his feet. He knew that the Three Pure Ones had returned. The Three Lectures at Zixiao Palace had ended, and Dao Ancestor Hongjun was about to merge with the Dao.

In the future, the Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, Jieyin, and Zhunti would all prove the Dao and become Saints. The Primordial World was about to enter the Age of Saints.

From then on, all beneath the Saints would be ants.

After letting out a sigh, he adjusted his emotions. A warm smile appeared on Li Yunjing's face, as it did normally. With a flicker of his figure, he headed toward "Three Pure Ones Palace."

Sure enough, the Three Pure Ones sat cross-legged on their meditation cushions with their eyes closed.

Li Yunjing did not dare to be negligent. Beginning with Laozi, Yuanshi, and Tongtian, he bowed and kowtowed to each of them. After completing the ritual, Li Yunjing found his place and quietly sat down on his cushion.

A moment later, Daoist Duobao, Holy Mother Jinling, Holy Mother Guiling, Holy Mother Wudang, and Winged Immortal also entered "Three Pure Ones Palace." They paid their respects one by one and sat in their respective places.

"After the Three Lectures at Zixiao Palace, Dao Ancestor Hongjun merged with the Dao. The Primordial World is now in turmoil, and the Witch Race and Demon Race are running rampant. Unless you have something important to do, do not descend the mountain lightly."

Laozi first spoke of what had happened at Zixiao Palace. Afterward, the Three Pure Ones once again lectured on their respective Great Daos. This time, the Three Pure Ones had reached the peak of the quasi-Saint realm. Their lectures greatly benefited Li Yunjing, and he gained far more than before.

This time, Laozi and Yuanshi each lectured on the Dao for a hundred years, while Teacher Tongtian lectured for a thousand years. The Supreme Clarity Great Dao had been perfected, and Li Yunjing's comprehension rapidly improved. He broke through the bottleneck of the Golden Immortal realm and entered the Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm.

After the lectures, Tongtian, who was extremely wealthy, casually bestowed some Innate Spiritual Treasures upon six disciples. Even Li Yunjing received another treasure: a "Red Lotus Immortal Robe," a defensive High-Grade Innate Spiritual Treasure. With this treasure, he now possessed five spiritual treasures.

Aside from the "Nine Heavens Divine Sword," which was somewhat weaker, all his other magic treasures were top-tier. Even in an age where quasi-Saints were everywhere, his wealth would not be inferior to that of any veteran expert in the Primordial World.

Poor Winged Immortal had finally managed to obtain two Innate Spiritual Treasures from Tongtian as well. Although they were only middle-grade Innate Spiritual Treasures, he was still overjoyed. After joining the Orthodox Xuanmen, Winged Immortal finally understood what the Orthodox Xuanmen truly was. He was no longer a muddleheaded rogue cultivator and naturally knew how precious Innate Spiritual Treasures were.

After Hongjun joined with the Dao, the Primordial World remained relatively peaceful. Li Yunjing returned to "Mount Wuyi" several times to gather "Enlightenment Tea Leaves" and never encountered any significant danger while picking "Five Elements Spirit Fruit."

The two races rested and recuperated for an entire epoch, frantically accumulating strength in preparation for their final battle.

During this epoch, great demons and Great Witches of both races emerged one after another.

Led by Di Jun, the Demon Race's various emperors developed the "Grand Formation of the Stars" as a secret trump card. On the other side, with the Twelve Ancestral Witches at its core, the Witch Race arranged the "Grand Formation of the Fiend Gods." This formation could be called the most ferocious formation in the Primordial World. When unleashed to its utmost extent, it could summon the Pangu True Body, making it invincible.

The middle forces of the Witch Race and Demon Race were likewise incomparably powerful. Countless Great Witches, demon Saints, and demon gods comparable to Grand Unity Golden Immortals eagerly rubbed their fists and prepared for battle. Beneath them, countless ordinary clansmen constantly practiced divine abilities and arranged formations. The entire Primordial World seethed with baleful energy.

Everything was ready for the First Witch-Demon War. All that was missing was the final spark.

The Demon Race was the first to lose patience.

After the Demon Race took control of the Thirty-Three Heavens, Bai Ze led an army of tens of millions of demons and descended upon "Mount Buzhou," forcibly sealing off this greatest mountain of the Primordial World. Across the billions of miles of "Mount Buzhou," countless reclusive cultivators were driven out. Even the great divine cultivators who had listened to the Dao at Zixiao Palace were no exception. Anyone who refused to join the Heavenly Court had no right to cultivate on this immortal mountain!

Seeing the Demon Race's overwhelming strength, the other great divine cultivators could only swallow their anger. Those willing to move moved away; those unwilling to leave could only join the Heavenly Court, take some minor official post, and become cannon fodder for the Heavenly Court.

When Eastern Emperor Taiyi descended upon "Mount Buzhou," countless armies of demons began massive construction projects and built "Eastern Emperor's Palace." As the greatest mountain in the Primordial World, the summit of "Mount Buzhou" was closest to the Thirty-Three Heavens.

Eastern Emperor Taiyi's actions were the final test. If the Witch Race reacted, there would naturally be a great battle. If it did not, the Demon Race would occupy "Mount Buzhou" and use it as its central territory on the earth, radiating in all directions across the Primordial World, occupying more land, and further compressing the Witch Race's living space.

At this moment, demon soldiers were stationed throughout "Mount Buzhou," occupying every strategic location and guarding against outsiders coveting the mountain.

The numerous demon experts joined forces to cast a great spell, forcibly moving "Eastern Emperor's Palace" down from the Thirty-Three Heavens. Eastern Emperor Taiyi and Demon Master Kunpeng personally descended to the lower realm to guard "Mount Buzhou."

The Demon Race's actions immediately pushed the conflict between the two sides to its peak. The hatred between the two races had already made peaceful coexistence impossible.

As time passed, the Demon Race's movements were so immense that the Witch Race naturally could not remain completely unaware.

One day, the Twelve Ancestral Witches gathered at "Ancestral Witch Hall."

"What?! Is this really true? Those feathered beasts actually dared to seize Mount Buzhou by force! Big Brother, mobilize the army at once and fight the Demon Race to the death!"

Zhu Rong had the fiercest temper. After hearing Dijiang explain the Demon Race's actions, he immediately stood up, killing intent boiling throughout his body. He was the first to want to storm Mount Buzhou and kill Eastern Emperor Taiyi.

"Zhu Rong, calm down! We naturally have to fight, but we must make proper arrangements first so that we can concentrate our strength and annihilate the demon army on 'Mount Buzhou' in one strike!" Houtu's brows furrowed, and she could not help reprimanding Zhu Rong for his rashness.