Great Luo Mid-stage, Three Clans' Decisive Battle

Zhou Ming helped Dijiang successfully stabilize his nascent consciousness and guided him to instinctively circulate the Nine Revolutions Sha Quenching Art, but he did not stop there.

He sat cross-legged again, consolidating his own cultivation while diverting part of his focus to monitor the movements of Dijiang and the other eleven Blood Cocoons.

Time flowed by.

After Dijiang, Zhujiuyin, Gou Mang, Rushou... one by one, the future Ancestral Witches were born with consciousness.

Every time a new consciousness awakened, it was accompanied by a violent surge of Sha Qi.

Zhou Ming had to repeat his previous operations over and over again.

Time after time, he urged the Dao Origin Divine Pearl, time after time he guided the Nine Revolutions Sha Quenching Art, helping these ignorant "younger siblings" get through their initial difficulties, stabilize their consciousness, and set foot on the right path of refining Sha Qi.

This process was tedious and cumbersome, a tremendous test of Zhou Ming's Primordial Spirit power.

Fortunately, with each successful guidance, his understanding of the Law of Strength grew deeper, and his control over the Dao Origin Divine Pearl became more proficient.

More importantly, his own cultivation also rose steadily in this process. His Primordial Spirit became more condensed, and his physical body's blood and Qi grew more vast and mighty.

No one knew how much more time had passed.

Boom!

A muffled sound came from within Zhou Ming's body, as if breaking through some bottleneck.

His blood and Qi surged, his Primordial Spirit became even more condensed and transparent, radiating a harmonious and immortal aura.

Mid-stage Grand Unity Golden Immortal!

He had made it!

He slowly opened his eyes, the divine light within them restrained. Feeling the power in his body, several times stronger than before, his face showed little joy.

This level of strength was still far from enough in the face of the Witch-Demon Calamity.

"He must continue to work hard. The stronger his strength, the greater the chance of preserving the Witch Clan in the future."

While Zhou Ming steadily improved and carefully tended to these future Ancestral Witches, the Primordial World outside Pangu Hall had already descended into mad slaughter!

The Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin Clans, like three thoroughly enraged beasts, had turned the entire Primordial World into an arena!

Endless conquest, endless killing!

As time passed, the three clans ceaselessly fought and plundered, the Destiny they gathered becoming increasingly terrifying.

Ancestor Dragon, Primordial Phoenix, and First Qilin, the three clan leaders, relying on this vast Destiny, actually broke through again in cultivation, all stepping into Late-stage Hunyuan Golden Immortal!

Only one step away from Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal of the Origin!

The explosive surge in power completely ignited their ambition to dominate the Primordial World!

The three clans mobilized their full strength, pouring all their power into this fateful final battle!

At the East Sea Coast, Ancestor Dragon roared, raising towering waves ten thousand feet high. The billions of Dragon Clan members formed a sky-obscuring formation, locked in a life-or-death struggle with the Phoenix Clan!

"Primordial Phoenix! Today, either you die or I do!"

At Buzhou Mountain, Primordial Phoenix shrieked, her true fire burning the heavens and boiling the seas. Countless divine birds formed a storm of flames, sweeping across the land to meet the Qilin!

"First Qilin! The sky of the Primordial World can only be ruled by my Phoenix Clan!"

In the Central Great Land, First Qilin bellowed, the Law of the Earth trembling. Ten thousand beasts stampeded, forming an Earthly Formation to forcefully withstand the assaults of the Dragon and Phoenix Clans!

"Feathered beast! Serpent! Get out of the Central Great Land!"

The might of Late-stage Hunyuan Golden Immortal erupted fully!

Every move and gesture brought destruction to heaven and earth!

Mountains and rivers shattered, the sun and moon lost their light!

The earth was torn apart, magma spewed forth, seawater reversed its flow!

The sky was stained red, the thick smell of blood and the aura of calamity and Sha almost solidified into substance!

Countless living beings turned to ash in this catastrophe, even their True Spirits unable to escape, completely dissipating between heaven and earth.

The entire Primordial World was weeping, was wailing!

Inside Pangu Hall.

Zhou Ming's eyes snapped open, his expression grave to the extreme.

Even through the protection of Pangu Hall, he could clearly feel the earth-shattering fluctuations outside, as well as the thick, suffocating aura of calamity, slaughter, and resentment!

"The final battle... has begun!"

Tragic!

Indescribably tragic!

This great war that swept across the entire Primordial World ultimately had no victor.

Ancestor Dragon, Primordial Phoenix, First Qilin—all three were grievously wounded!

They burned their Destiny, overdrew their origin, and though they slaughtered countless enemies, they also drained the last drop of blood from their own races!

The Dragon Clan lost nine out of ten, their elites all gone!

The Phoenix Clan withered and shattered, their vitality heavily damaged!

The Qilin Clan suffered even more grievous losses, nearly to the point of extinction!

The entire Primordial World, because of this protracted war that affected billions of living beings, became riddled with holes, spiritual energy declined, and the land was scarred and devastated.

Endless Karma coiled around the three races, like heavy shackles.

In the unseen, the Great Dao descended punishment—an invisible curse fell upon the three races, who now barely clung to life!

"Roar—!"

A mournful dragon's cry resounded across the four seas.

The Ancestor Dragon, grievously wounded and entangled in Karma, dragged his broken body, gazed upon the shattered Primordial World, his eyes filled with regret and unwillingness.

"I am the Ancestor Dragon! Now, feeling the Primordial World shattered, living beings suffering, my sins are deep and heavy!

I am willing, with my Dragon Clan's body, to forever suppress the four seas, regulate the water veins, and not emerge until the Boundless Calamity! May the Great Dao witness this!"

Above the Eastern Sea, the Ancestor Dragon let out a sorrowful and unwilling roar, his massive dragon body sinking to the seabed, suppressing the sea eye deep below.

"Cry—!"

A piercing phoenix's shriek tore through the sky.

The Primordial Phoenix burned her broken body, gazed upon her dwindling clan, and tears fell across the sky.

"I am the Primordial Phoenix! Now, feeling the heavens and earth unbalanced, all living things withering, my sins are deep and heavy!

I am willing, with my Phoenix Clan's body, to forever suppress the Buzhou Mountain, harmonize yin and yang, and not emerge until the Boundless Calamity! May the Great Dao witness this!"

Above Buzhou Mountain, the Primordial Phoenix let out a sorrowful cry, her burning phoenix body transforming into an eternal flame imprint, branded deep within the volcano.

Then, a desolate aura spread across the Central Great Land.

"I am the First Qilin! Now, feeling the earth lamenting, spiritual veins dried up, my sins are deep and heavy!

I am willing, with my Qilin body, to forever suppress the Central Great Land of the Primordial World, regulate the earth veins, and not emerge until the great calamity! May the Great Dao witness this!"

On the Central Great Land, the First Qilin let out a heavy sigh, his enormous body merging into the earth, suppressing the chaotic terrestrial energy.

The three once-dominant overlords, in a manner akin to self-imprisonment, paid a bitter price for their ambitions and their races' sins.

With the three races swearing their heavy oaths, the terrifying calamity Sha that had filled the Primordial World finally began to slowly dissipate.

The Dragon-Phoenix-Qilin Calamity, which had lasted countless ages, ended with all three races mutually weakened, withdrawing from the stage of the Primordial World!

Inside Pangu Hall, Zhou Ming's heart was a mix of emotions.

The wheel of history, as expected, rolled forward just as he knew it would.

The Dragon-Phoenix-Qilin Calamity was over.

The three races exited the stage. Next would be the Dao-Demon Conflict, Dao Ancestor Hongjun attaining the Dao, and Zixiao Palace opening its lectures.

The Witch and Demon races would also step onto this bloody and cruel stage of the Primordial World.

"The time left for the Witch Clan is not much."

"I must... be faster!"

He closed his eyes and sank back into cultivation.

Mid-stage Grand Unity Golden Immortal was far from enough!

He had to gain greater strength and make more thorough preparations before Hongjun attained the Dao!