The Three Clans' Final Great Battle, Luohu Battles Hongjun's Four-Man Group at Mount Sumeru

Rumble...

A flash of lightning echoed through the nine heavens. The entire sky was covered by dark clouds, endless winds howled, and ghostly cries spread throughout the Primordial World, causing countless beings to wail.

Giant dragons coiled and weaved, including Winged Dragons, Golden Dragons, Blood Dragons, Purple Dragons, Red Dragons...

Phoenixes soared, including Golden Phoenixes, Colorful Phoenixes, Fire Phoenixes, Vermilion Birds, Qing Luan...

Kirin stomped across the sky, including Golden Kirin, Water Kirin, Ink Kirin, Blood Qilin...

The entire sky was densely packed, billions couldn't describe it. The Dragon Clan was the most numerous, each with bloodshot eyes, fierce and menacing, just waiting for the order to strike.

Endless calamity energy shrouded the Three Clans, and the aura of slaughter permeated the entire world. No one remembered why the conflict between the Three Clans erupted; it had long been a fight to the death.

Each of them, burdened by the killing calamity, had their eyes completely red with slaughter. This was the final battle for the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin clans...

"In today's battle, my Dragon Clan will surely reign supreme over the Primordial World, and all races will bow at our feet. First Qilin, Primordial Phoenix... don't think your cooperation can challenge this seat..."

"All my Dragon Clan sons, let's fight for an era that belongs to the Dragon Clan..."

Ancestor Dragon roared, his thunderous voice echoing through eternity. His colossal body, covering the sky and eclipsing the sun, stretched for millions of miles. A single breath from him was enough to cause mountains to collapse and the earth to crack.

"Hahaha... what's with all the nonsense? There are no phoenixes that can't be crushed. Kill... " Primordial Phoenix's voice, charming and beautiful, rang through the nine heavens.

"Kill... the Dragon Clan must be destroyed. The Qilin Clan is the most powerful..." First Qilin also roared, and all the Kirin moved.

"...Kill..." Ancestor Dragon wasted no more words.

Boom...

With a deafening roar, countless bodies rained down from the sky. Endless flesh and blood fell like a waterfall. The destructive collision instantly flattened mountains and rivers for millions of miles.

Countless Dragons, Phoenixes, and Kirin battled fiercely. Under the endless killing calamity, only a glorious death could truly bring an end. In the depths of fate, they could no longer control their own killing intent.

"Ancestor Dragon... we've come to kill you..."

Primordial Phoenix and First Qilin attacked together. Due to the difference in strength between their two clans, they had gradually begun to cooperate. Now, they attacked as one, unleashing attacks that could shatter the void.

"Hahaha... in my eyes, you are all clowns. Kill..." Ancestor Dragon's power was immense, like heaven and earth. With one strike, even mountains and rivers stretching for millions of miles were annihilated.

Even so, the battle between the three Half-Saints in the west caused countless mountains and rivers to crack and the universe to shatter. Yet, the west could not be completely destroyed because the Primordial World was currently very prosperous. As long as the main veins were intact, it could be repaired.

"Good opportunity! Primordial Phoenix... take this move, Dragon's Grasp..."

The three top powerhouses were engaged in a frantic battle. Ancestor Dragon, fighting two against one, was in an undefeated position. He launched another surprise attack, piercing Primordial Phoenix's body with a single strike, scattering blood across the sky.

"Ancestor Dragon... don't get happy! I am immortal and indestructible..." Primordial Phoenix burned herself, undergoing a phoenix rebirth. Even if only a drop of blood or a feather remained, she could revive again.

"Ancestor Dragon... behold my Qilin horn, die..." First Qilin seized the opportunity to attack, thrusting his horn forward and colliding with the dragon's body, letting out a world-shattering roar.

"Big brother... I'm here to help you." Suddenly, a roar came from a winged Winged Dragon, the Grand Elder of the Dragon Clan. He swept an attack at First Qilin, but it had no effect.

"Heh heh... a Grand Unity Golden Immortal Winged Dragon is like an ant. Go down." First Qilin stomped his foot, causing mountains and rivers for tens of thousands of miles to sink. This blow sent the Winged Dragon flying, crashing into the depths of a mountain range, its fate unknown.

Roar...

"How dare you touch my second brother? I will make you die, completely die in this world, with endless holy lightning..." Ancestor Dragon roared, endless lightning coiling around his body. He controlled the power of the four seas and five lakes and used his colossal body to entangle First Qilin.

A terrifying, ultimate dragon head emerged, filled with endless killing rage. The lightning dragon breath he spewed poured into First Qilin's body.

"Ancestor Dragon... you dare to kill First Qilin? I'll kill you..." Primordial Phoenix finally succeeded in her rebirth, transforming into a stream of light that tore through space. Her sharp claws raked across the dragon's body, directly tearing through the colossal form.

Endless blood poured down...

Roar...

First Qilin broke free again, biting Ancestor Dragon's body with frenzied intensity. He tore a mouthful of flesh and blood from the dragon's body and broke free from the entanglement.

"Die... all of you die..."

Ancestor Dragon was enraged, hysterical. The millions-of-miles-long true dragon furiously battled Primordial Phoenix and First Qilin, every move aimed at taking a thousand lives.

The Dragons, Phoenixes, and Kirin of the three clans had also gone completely mad. They were dying every moment. This provoked battle had ignited a monstrous slaughter, surging like a tide towards one place.

That place was Mount Sumeru...

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

Four figures broke through the void. Upon seeing the endless killing karma, they all shook their heads. They were Daoist Hongjun, Great Immortal Yang Mei, Ancestor Qiankun, and Ancestor Yin Yang...

"Everyone... the calamity has formed. Luohu's scheme is so deep; he's hidden in Mount Sumeru in the west. Only by killing him can the calamity end..."

Daoist Hongjun glanced at the great battle between the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin clans. No one could intervene; it was like three mad beasts fighting, and outsiders could only watch.

"Since that's the case, let's go meet Luohu together," Great Immortal Yang Mei snorted coldly.

"Let's go... Can a mere Luohu truly contend against the four of us Half-Saints? That's wishful thinking," Ancestor Qiankun said domineeringly.

"Hahaha... back then, we didn't even care about Shen Ni, the King of Fierce Beasts. What is Luohu to us?" Ancestor Yin Yang said with his hands behind his back.

The four top powerhouses of the Primordial World, representing justice, entered Mount Sumeru like a stream of light. They immediately saw endless killing energy pouring in like a long river...

Clang, clang, clang, clang...

On the Immortal Slaying Formation Diagram...

Four killing swords were spitting out killing energy. Endless slaughter flowed like a mighty river, inexhaustible. Once these swords appeared, they were the most powerful killing weapons in the world...

Luohu sat cross-legged on Mount Sumeru, sneering as he looked at the four individuals. "You've arrived..." he said with arrogance.

"Luohu... this battle is for the Heavenly Dao. The Demonic Path will rise, the Dao will decline. Everything hinges on today's fight. The great trend of the Primordial World surges like a tide; it all depends on who has the greater skill..."

Daoist Hongjun, majestic and imposing, spoke like an emissary of justice, reprimanding Luohu with immeasurable might that startled ghosts and gods.

"Haha... since you've all arrived... please enter the killing formation. Four killing swords, with the Immortal Slaying Formation as the setup, suppressed by the God-Slaying Spear. I, Luohu, will sit atop the World-Ending Black Lotus, and I will surely bolster the Demonic Path..."

With a wave of Luohu's hand, demonic energy surged throughout Mount Sumeru, bringing endless slaughter. The four killing swords landed in the four cardinal directions, forming a boundless killing formation that enveloped the entire mountain.

A God-Slaying Spear stood in the center. The Demon Lord Luohu, like an immeasurable supreme being, sat cross-legged on the World-Ending Black Lotus, his sharp eyes seeing through the great trend of the Primordial World.

"Everyone, it's up to you..." Daoist Hongjun bowed slightly, very humbly. "I will be the first to enter the Immortal Slaying formation gate..."

"Haha..." Great Immortal Yang Mei laughed to the heavens. "I will attack the Slaughtering Immortal Sword gate. The other two Daoist friends, please proceed..."

"I won't waste words..." Ancestor Yin Yang glanced around. "I will attack the Trapping Immortal Sword gate. Let's see how capable it is..."

"This seat has no other choice..." Ancestor Qiankun could only do so, attacking the Absolute Immortal Sword gate.

Swish, swish, swish, swish...

The four stepped into the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation. The boundless world transformed endlessly, and waves of killing intent shrouded all directions, capable of destroying a hundred and eight thousand miles of rivers and mountains in an instant.

At this moment, whether it was Great Immortal Yang Mei, Ancestor Qiankun, or Ancestor Yin Yang, their expressions changed drastically. Under the endless killing tribulation, only by bravely breaking through the formation could they survive...

"We three were all tricked by Ancestor Hongjun..." Great Immortal Yang Mei's eyes blazed with fury. All this talk of the Demonic Path rising and the Dao declining, using the Jade Plate of Creation as bait to get everyone to act together.

This was clearly a death trap waiting for them, a nine out of ten chance of death.

"Since you've come! Not one of you will leave alive. Immortal Slaying Sword, Slaughtering Immortal Sword, Trapping Immortal Sword, Absolute Immortal Sword... slash..."

Luohu's might was fearsome, like a thunderclap from the ninth heaven. The formation operated at its peak. The four killing swords, under the Immortal Slaying Formation Diagram, unleashed immeasurable attacks.

"Qiankun Cauldron..." Ancestor Qiankun, at the Absolute Immortal formation gate, conjured the innate supreme treasure, the Qiankun Cauldron.

"Innate supreme treasure, Taiji Diagram..."

"Infinite Space..."

"Jade Plate of Creation..."

Ancestor Yin Yang, Great Immortal Yang Mei, and Daoist Hongjun from the other three gates successively conjured their magical treasures and divine abilities, resisting the power that shattered chaos and returned heaven and earth to primordial silence.

"Hmph... under the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation, you are all very impressive, quite capable of fighting... I wonder if you can withstand the God-Slaying Spear?"

Luohu's killing intent, like a death knell, shook Mount Sumeru. A powerful God-Slaying Spear appeared in the sky, striking Ancestor Qiankun with endless killing intent in one blow, severely wounding him unexpectedly.

Because the Qiankun Cauldron was entangled by the Absolute Immortal Sword, the blow struck Ancestor Qiankun. A World-Ending Black Lotus descended and struck him again.

"And you, Ancestor Yin Yang..." Luohu's killing intent, once again using the Trapping Immortal Sword, launched a surprise attack with the God-Slaying Spear, suppressed by the World-Ending Black Lotus. The two great experts were severely wounded.

"Yang Mei..."

Luohu did not let anyone go. He attacked Yang Mei again. The latter directly used the Hollow Willow divine ability, attempting to capture the Slaughtering Immortal Sword.

How could one escape within the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation? The spear pierced through the Hollow Willow, and the divine spear struck his body, severely wounding him on the spot.

The three great experts were defeated by Luohu alone, easily. After all, within the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation, they had been calculated by Hongjun. The situation of the four great experts breaking the formation meant they could only advance and not retreat, ultimately being defeated and severely wounded.

"Hongjun..."

Luohu sat calmly, but Hongjun had used his most powerful trump card, stirring the entire western main vein. Mount Sumeru began to shake, and a strike was unleashed towards the Immortal Slaying Sword Gate, an ultimate killing blow that could judge the elements of earth, water, wind, and fire.

"Haha... Luohu, did you really win all of this? Myriad Heavens Auspicious Cloud appears..." A cloud of auspicious and protective energy was summoned, blocking the strike from the Immortal Slaying Sword. Even the God-Slaying Spear could not break through it.

"Since that's the case, I will first kill Yang Mei, Yin Yang, and Qiankun, and then use the four swords to slay you. How will you cope..."

Luohu was enraged.

He stood on Mount Sumeru and unleashed another killing move towards the three.

"Luohu, Hongjun... even if we die, we will drag you down with us. How will you repay this karma..." Ancestor Yin Yang and Ancestor Qiankun completely gave up, filled with rage at being schemed against. They chose self-destruction.

(I originally didn't want to write this section because so many people have written about the Primordial World, but I felt something was missing if I didn't.)