At this moment, the Primordial Wilderness seemed shrouded in a terrifying gloom. Countless strands of Calamity Qi spread unchecked like surging black waves, completely devouring the entire Primordial World.
The Primordial Wilderness had already become a tragic battlefield, with chaotic scenes of the Three Clans clashing everywhere.
Under the influence of the Calamity Qi, the minds of countless living beings were clouded. They had long forgotten why they had begun fighting. The only thought left in their minds was a frenzied, bloodthirsty one—to slaughter every living being before them without mercy.
For a time, the Primordial Wilderness was filled with wailing. Countless living beings cried out in unwilling agony, their voices echoing amid the Calamity Qi and flames of war, sending chills down one's spine.
Countless weak races were easily crushed like ants in this catastrophe, suffering total annihilation.
Words like "the living reduced to misery" and "rivers of blood" seemed pale and powerless before the current Primordial Wilderness, utterly incapable of truly depicting the brutality of this war.
The many neutral races of the Primordial Wilderness suffered terribly in this storm as well, helplessly dragged into the endless flames of war.
They faced a cruel choice: either join one of the Three Clans and become cannon fodder, liable to lose their lives at any moment amid the bloody slaughter;
or refuse to submit, only to be casually wiped out by the Three Clans, their racial fortune ruthlessly plundered, until they vanished without a trace from the long river of Primordial history.
Even those lofty Innate Divine Beings found it difficult to remain uninvolved in this war that swept up everything.
Some were forced by circumstances, while others were driven by various interests. Whether willingly or unwillingly, they sank deep into the mire of the Three Clans' war.
Slaughter, death, and plunder had already become the main themes of the Primordial World.
The stench of blood permeated every inch of air, as if even the wind carried a dense killing intent.
At this moment, the Three Clans had already sensed that something was wrong.
However, this war, like a runaway horse, had long since slipped beyond their control. It was like a boulder rolling down from the peak of a mountain—once it began, it could no longer be stopped.
The Three Clans had now fallen into a cruel deadlock.
The Three Clans' possible endings were now limited to two: either one clan would rely on absolute strength to completely swallow the other two;
or all three clans would perish together in this war, turning into dust in the history of the Primordial Wilderness.
Yet the Three Clans had always been incomparably proud. Each side firmly believed that it would be the ultimate victor of this war, and that the other two clans were merely stepping stones on its path to success, destined to become sacrifices to its great ambition.
"A victorious general is built upon the bones of ten thousand dead." Even this phrase describing the cruelty of war seemed far too understated when applied to the current war between the Three Clans. The number of living beings that had fallen in this war was already impossible to count. Describing it in terms of trillions upon trillions would not be an exaggeration.
It was a number so immense that it inspired despair, representing the deaths of countless lives and the extinction of countless races.
On a battlefield somewhere in the Primordial Wilderness, countless members of the Dragon Clan stood in orderly formations, forming one imposing grand formation after another.
Within the formations, tremendous power surged. In the void, countless phantoms of True Dragons appeared and vanished, radiating a terrifying majesty.
Before these phantoms of True Dragons, even a living being at the perfected Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm was as fragile as an ant, utterly incapable of resisting.
The Phoenix Clan and the Qilin Clan were in much the same situation. In different areas of the battlefield, the phantoms of the Three Clans collided and slaughtered one another madly in the void.
A phoenix phantom was unfortunately seized in the jaws of a True Dragon phantom. It let out an utterly miserable cry that echoed through the void, filled with endless despair.
In the end, the phoenix phantom gradually dissipated and turned into nothingness.
However, before the True Dragon phantom could rejoice in its "victory," a qilin phantom pounced over like lightning and bit down heavily on it.
The captured True Dragon phantom let out repeated shrieks and struggled desperately, yet it could never break free from the qilin phantom's restraint.
In the end, accompanied by one final, mournful cry, the True Dragon phantom also dissipated into the vast void.
Above these enormous phantoms stood quite a few experts from the Three Clans. They had not formed grand formations, but instead fought independently.
All these experts had reached the Grand Luo Golden Immortal realm, and each radiated powerful energy.
A Grand Luo Golden Immortal of the Dragon Clan saw the True Dragon phantom of his race dissipate below. His eyes widened furiously, and he roared, "You're courting death!"
Before his voice had even faded, he spat a stream of black water from his mouth. It surged forth like a black torrent, sweeping toward the qilin phantom.
The moment the black water touched the qilin phantom, it vanished into the void before it could even let out a cry.
At the instant the phantoms of the Three Clans dissipated, the members of the Three Clans who had formed them seemed to be pulled along by some mysterious force. They spat out mouthfuls of blood one after another, their life force rapidly fading as their corpses helplessly fell from the void.
Unfortunately, these corpses could not even reach the ground of the Primordial Wilderness.
On this brutal battlefield, filled everywhere with the aftermath of war, most of their corpses were directly annihilated in midair by the berserk power. The entire battlefield was a scene of devastation, with hardly a complete corpse to be seen. This was the true state of the current battlefield of the Primordial Wilderness.
"Aotian! You've crossed the line!" Suddenly, a Colorful Phoenix and a Water Kirin, both at the Grand Luo Golden Immortal realm, saw Aotian interfere in the battle below and immediately roared in unison.
Among the Three Clans, there had always been an unwritten rule: Grand Luo Golden Immortals were forbidden from interfering in battles below the Grand Luo realm.
Yet Aotian had now openly broken this rule.
The two shouted angrily and attacked Aotian simultaneously.
For a moment, powerful energy fluctuations spread through the void.
When Aotian heard their roars, he merely sneered disdainfully and said with a face full of mockery, "Heh, how naïve. In a situation this chaotic, who still cares about rules? It's utterly laughable!"
Although he said this, facing the simultaneous attacks of the two, Aotian was soon overwhelmed and could only barely defend himself.
The Scaled Beasts, Flying Birds, and Beasts beneath the Three Clans were not idle either. Most of them had attached themselves to one of the Three Clans and fought under their banners. There was almost nowhere peaceful left in the entire Primordial Wilderness.
Battlefields like this could be found everywhere in the current Primordial World, and each one was filled with bloodshed and slaughter.
However, the true key to deciding the final victor between the Three Clans did not lie in these ordinary battlefields, but in the three figures of the Ancestral Dragon, Yuanfeng, and Shi Qilin.
At this moment, driven by their fortune, the three of them had all broken through to the perfected Primordial Origin Golden Immortal realm.
They were only one final step away from the legendary Primordial Grand Luo Golden Immortal realm.
Yet this seemingly tiny step was as impassable as a heavenly chasm, trapping them for countless long years.
They knew full well that this final step was incomparably difficult. It might even exhaust a lifetime of time and energy without them necessarily being able to cross it.
But for them, who devoted themselves to pursuing supreme power and great ambition, this was absolutely unacceptable.
Thus, even when they had left Thunder Marsh, they had already sensed the strange undercurrents surging through the Primordial Wilderness and knew that someone was scheming against them from the shadows. Yet the obsession in their hearts had not wavered in the slightest.
Especially after learning that, once they unified the Primordial Wilderness, they could rely on the Heaven and Earth Fruit Position of the Primordial Wilderness' common ruler, along with the enormous fortune of the entire Primordial World, to have a chance at proving the Primordial Grand Luo Golden Immortal realm, this news became like a blazing fire. It completely intensified the already tense conflict between the Three Clans and pushed the war into an even more tragic abyss.
Of course, behind this chaos, Luohu and the Demon Race he led had been secretly fanning the flames and sowing discord.
At this moment, the Ancestral Dragon, Yuanfeng, and Shi Qilin were high above the Nine Heavens.
They had already fought fiercely here for countless years. Their strengths were nearly equal, and every move contained the power to destroy heaven and earth.
The three sides exchanged blows back and forth, locked in an evenly matched battle. After years of chaotic warfare, they still had yet to determine a victor.
In a dark corner, Luohu coldly watched the tragic war between the Three Clans in the Primordial Wilderness. An insidious smile appeared on his face as he muttered, "Fight. Fight to your heart's content! In the end, you're all merely preparing a wedding gown for me. Once I unify the Primordial Wilderness, I'll definitely make Xuanxiao pay a heavy price!"
Behind Luohu floated the Four Swords of Zhu Xian.
At this moment, the four divine swords were like greedy Fierce Beasts, continuously absorbing the dense Savage Qi between heaven and earth. Black currents of energy coiled around the sword blades, radiating a sinister aura that chilled the blood.
At the same time, Hongjun arrived outside Great Immortal Yang Mei's daoist temple.
Hongjun bowed slightly and said softly, "Fellow Daoist Yang Mei, an old friend has come to visit. I hope you'll come out and see me."
A moment later, the grand formation outside the daoist temple slowly opened, and Yang Mei's calm, steady voice came from within: "Fellow Daoist Hongjun, please enter."
After hearing the response, Hongjun hesitated slightly before walking steadily into Yang Mei's daoist temple.
After a long while, Hongjun finally emerged from Yang Mei's daoist temple.
At this moment, unconcealable delight filled his face. Clearly, his visit to Yang Mei had gone very smoothly, and he had achieved the goal he had hoped for.
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