Human Clan's Oath-Humans and Demons Shall Never Coexist
"Boom!"
The moment the aura of Dao of All Beings completely merged with the Primordial World consciousness, a silent Daoist Dao Resonance resounded throughout the world!
On the Primordial Desolation Continent, countless mortal beings felt a strange tremor in their hearts, vaguely sensing that a new, hopeful, and transformative aura had appeared between heaven and earth; while cultivators with profound cultivation sensed something, perceiving that it was not the Heavenly Dao, the Earthly Dao, or the Dao of Humanity, but was equally vast and profound, leaving them astonished and uncertain.
At the very moment the inscription was successfully completed, Jiang Yun's consciousness, following the aura of his own Great Dao and the subtle resonance he experienced with all things in heaven and earth during the inscription process, was suddenly swept into a massive torrent of Karma!
As if swimming upstream in the River of Time, countless images and fragments of information rushed into his mind, incredibly fast yet crystal clear!
"Kong Xuan! Five Elements Divine Light!"
"Zhenyuanzi! Earth Scroll! Earthly Protection!"
"Hong Yun! Primordial Spirit Burning! Protect!"
"Kill! For the sake of our Clan Grounds!"
"Demon Master Kunpeng! Demon Saint!"
"Heavenly Cycle Stars! Stars Power! Break!"
"The Earth Scroll Grand Formation... is shattered!!!"
"Ah--! Help!"
"... Demon Clan!!"
The most central, most tragic, and most shocking scene for him was the Wuzhuang Temple on Longevity Mountain Hill!
The Earth Scroll Grand Formation was shattered by a single blow from the Star Pillar condensed by the Heavenly Cycle Stars Great Formation!
Mountains collapsed and the earth cracked; the Spirit Vein cried out in anguish!
Zhenyuanzi coughed up blood and became weak; Hongyun's True Body's radiant light dissipated; Kong Xuan's Five-Colored Divine Light collapsed; the Earth-Leaving Flame Light Banner dimmed and flew backward, crashing heavily onto the mountain gate!
The Western Disciples, including Yaoshi, Maitreya, and the Three Xiao, fought valiantly but were all severely injured!
Countless Human Clan, who had just caught their breath, were like candles exposed to a blizzard, instantly turning into blood mist in the earth-shattering aftershocks of energy, as fragile as dust!
The image instantly focused!
Longevity Mountain is no longer the Immortal Blessed Land it once was.
The once beautiful and fertile mountains collapsed and crumbled, the spiritually rich Immortal Spring dried up and dried up, all the Spirit Grass and Immortal Flowers withered, and the magnificent halls and Wuzhuang Temple were covered with rubble, the glazed tiles were shattered and they were on the verge of collapse. Only the ancient and simple Dao Charm emanating from the lush ginseng Ginseng Fruit Tree in the center of the courtyard barely kept the core area from being completely leveled.
On the shattered ground, the remaining Human Clan huddled together like a flock of frightened sheep, gazing at the sky in despair.
There, thick, Demon Cloud Shrouding the Heavens, stripping away even the last ray of sunlight.
Countless Demon Soldiers and Generals were arranged in a solemn and terrifying war formation, their demon banners fluttering like bloodthirsty flags, and a chilling killing intent locked onto every inch of the land below.
Demon Master Kunpeng stood in front, his face full of contempt.
Above them, Di Jun stood within the core of the Heavenly Cycle Stars Great Formation, holding the Star Formation Disk and the River Diagram and Luo Shu, his expression indifferent Eastern Emperor Taiyi held the Chaos Bell in one hand, his killing aura overflowing.
Bai Ze, Jiu Ying, Ji Meng, and other Demon Saint surrounded Di Jun and Taiyi like All Stars, exuding a suffocating pressure. Their cold gazes looked down upon the Longevity Mountain lineage, the Western Teachings disciples, and the remnants of the Human Clan, as if they were fish on a chopping board.
Just now, the earth-shattering attack of the Heavenly Cycle Stars Great Formation completely shattered everyone's hopes and reliance.
Zhenyuanzi sat cross-legged under the Ginseng Fruit Tree, his Daoist robe stained with blood, his breath extremely weak.
The Earth Scroll floated dimly before him, while the Kun Origin Diagram fell to the ground, its spiritual essence greatly diminished.
He tried several times to forcefully summon his Magical Power to reactivate the shattered Earth Veins and restore their protective barrier, but each time it caused an even more severe backlash, causing him to cough up large mouthfuls of blood.
His eyes, which once held the immense power of the earth, now held only deep weariness, regret, and a bitter sense of helplessness.
Hong Yun's condition was even worse; in order to protect the core area of Wuzhuang Temple and some of the Human Clan, his Primordial Spirit was severely depleted.
He gazed at the devastating battlefield, a scene of utter carnage, his eyes filled with pain. His lips moved, but no sound came out; only his Primordial Spirit fluctuated violently.
Kong Xuan leaned against the broken stone pillar of the mountain gate, his magnificent five-colored robe mostly torn, revealing hideous wounds, and his aura extremely weak.
The five fundamental divine feathers lost their luster, Earth-Leaving Flame Light Banner also suffered considerable damage.
He was breathing heavily, each breath causing excruciating pain in his Internal Organs. His handsome face was as pale as paper, and his once sharp, hawk-like eyes were now filled with resentment and rage as he stared intently at the demons in the sky.
The Western Disciples, including the Yaoshi, Maitreya, the Three Xiao, and Zhao Gongming, were also severely injured, their Magic Treasure damaged, and their Magical Power exhausted.
They struggled to maintain the magic array, protecting a portion of the Human Clan in the center, but the spiritual light was weak and the array was on the verge of collapse. Facing the enormous demon array overhead that made it hard to breathe, they were like paper boats in a storm.
A deathly silence enveloped the ruins of Wuzhuang Temple, with only the groans of the wounded and the suppressed cries of children echoing in the broken Mountain Valley, creating an exceptionally desolate atmosphere.
The stench of blood and burnt smells mingled with the dust, so thick it was almost overwhelming.
In this deathly silence and despair, at the very front of the crowd, the two oldest leaders stepped forward with difficulty but with unwavering determination.
They are Huang and Wa, the earliest Human Clan leaders to follow the Holy Father Jiang Yun in cultivation. The frost of time is etched on their faces, and the indomitable spirit etched into their bones is reflected in their eyes.
Huang supported the weak but equally resolute Wa, and the two of them, trembling but extremely solemn, bowed deeply, ever deeper, towards the direction where Zhenyuanzi was, their foreheads striking the cold, broken earth with a dull thud.
This movement seemed to have exhausted all its strength, yet it was also imbued with a power that transcended life and death.
"Great Immortal Zhen Yuan, Senior Hong Yun, Senior Kong Xuan, all esteemed immortals..." Huang's voice was hoarse from his injuries and excitement, yet it pierced the deathly silence clearly, "The insignificant Human Clan, thanks to the mercy of all your Great Virtue, suffered heavy casualties and exhausted their immortal essence for our race... the Human Clan..."
He choked back tears, his eyes bloodshot:
Even if this body is shattered and the soul is scattered, the Human Clan will forever remember your Great Virtue!
The blood of the Human Clan will never forget the kindness shown to us today!
"Never forget each other!" Nuwa and all the remaining Human Clan, whether old, weak, women and children, as long as they could still move, struggled to kowtow in unison. Their sorrowful voices gathered into a weak torrent that echoed in the broken Mountain Valley and soared into the Yunxiao!
After bowing in gratitude, Huang suddenly raised his head!
Those eyes, filled with blood and tears, burning with endless grief and hatred, were like two tempered swords, piercing straight into the sky above the Demon Court army that looked down upon all things as ants and used the extermination of its own kind as its material!
His gaze finally locked onto the core of the formation, at the figure that shone like the Sun yet was chillingly cold— Di Jun!
A boundless hatred, originating from the depths of his Bloodline, nourished by the bones of billions of the Human Clan, and ignited by despair and rage, erupted like a volcano that had been dormant for billions of years in Huang's chest!
He straightened his swaying body, and with the last of his strength, pointed to the heavens. His voice was no longer weak and sorrowful, but filled with a chilling killing intent that pierced through the ages; every word was filled with Blood-Weeping, every sentence with injustice.
May Heaven and the Divine Spirits bear witness!
"All creatures of the Primordial World, heed this!"
"The Demon Clan has wantonly slaughtered my Human Clan! This hatred! This resentment! Will never be forgotten!"
"We, the Human Clan, hereby swear—"
Behind him, Nuwa and all the remaining Human Clan, regardless of age or gender, struggled to straighten their chests, looking up at the Demon Cloud. Their eyes no longer held any pleading, only a resolute determination to perish together with the demon!
Countless voices converged into a deafening roar that tore the heavens and earth apart:
From this day forward, Human Clan and demons are... irreconcilable enemies!
"Never to coexist!"
"A fight to the death!"
"As long as Human Clan Immortality, the Demon Clan will be annihilated!"