The Three Clans Retreat from the Primordial World, The Dragon-Han Calamity and Dao-Demonic Conflict End, The Three Ancestors Entrust Their Heirs

Ancestor Yin Yang, with the Innate Supreme Treasure Taiji Diagram atop his head, used the boundless yin and yang to resist the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation. Unable to withstand the attack of the God-Slaying Spear, he finally understood it was all a scheme...

Ancestor Qiankun was no different. With a giant cauldron atop his head, he endured the endless malevolence of the great formation, but struggled to resist the suppression of the Twelve-Grade Black Lotus...

This was a scheme by Hongjun. Entering the Immortal Slaying Sword was a death trap, leading to their complete annihilation. How could they accept this...

"Die for me..."

Boom...

Boom...

In their rage, the two Half-Saints self-destructed their Primordial Spirits. The powerful destructive force instantly impacted the great formation, causing the entire Western main vein to shatter inch by inch. Countless rare materials, immortal abodes, and famous immortal mountains instantly turned to dust.

From then on, half of the West became an endless, desolate, and barren land...

"Haha... Yin Yang and Qiankun self-destructed, how unwilling they must be! Only Yang Mei and Hongjun remain. This time, I will deal with you wholeheartedly, die..." Luohu, protected by the Black Lotus, cared nothing for the destruction of the West. The slaughter on Mount Sumeru continued unabated as he once again attacked Yang Mei.

"Damn it..." Yang Mei, heavily injured and filled with resentment, was actually schemed against by Hongjun. He could barely protect himself and could only transform into a giant hollow willow, struggling to cope.

Hongjun knew his time had come...

After his two "friends" self-destructed, he immediately split into three Daoists: the Good Corpse, Immeasurable True Person; the Evil Corpse, Tribulation Crossing Daoist; and the Self Corpse, Tianjun Daoist. They directly seized the Qiankun Cauldron and the Innate Supreme Treasure Taiji Diagram...

"Luohu... it's time for us to settle the score..." Hongjun's gaze was sharp. The Jade Plate of Creation was atop his head, with the Myriad Heavens Auspicious Cloud in front and the Three Corpses behind.

"What is this?" Luohu saw the three Daoists and was greatly shocked. After all, he did not possess the Jade Plate of Creation and was unaware of the Three Corpses Path to Attain Dao.

"This is the Three Corpses Path to Attain Dao from the Jade Plate of Creation, the path of a Saint. Luohu, you have lost..." Hongjun stood proudly, directly pronouncing judgment.

Upon hearing the method of Attaining Dao from the Jade Plate of Creation, Luohu's face changed drastically. This was an item from Great God Pangu, the first Demonic God of Chaos. A sense of crisis washed over him.

"Impossible... I am the Demon Lord Luohu, vying with you for the future of the Primordial World. This is tacitly approved by the Heavenly Dao..." Luohu roared in unwillingness.

"Haha..." Hongjun laughed heartily. His Three Corpses landed before the three great sword formations of the Immortal Slaying Sword and he immediately entered, saying, "Because it is tacitly approved, demons... will only destroy the Primordial World and bring no obvious benefit to the Heavenly Dao..."

Boom...

With a loud bang, the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation collapsed, shattering inch by inch. As far as the eye could see, beyond Mount Sumeru lay endless desolate lands, the consequence of the Half-Saints' self-destruction.

"The Immortal Slaying Sword Formation is indeed powerful, but as long as one gate is broken, my Three Corpses Path is sufficient..." Hongjun was extremely confident, completely crushing Luohu's Dao heart.

"Hahaha... Heavenly Dao... Heavenly Dao... Hongjun, what a brilliant scheme. So, the clown was me, Luohu." Luohu knew the tide had turned and refused to be captured, charging towards Hongjun.

In this scheme within a scheme, whether it was the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin clans, or Great Immortal Yang Mei, Ancestor Yin Yang, and Ancestor Qiankun, or even himself, Luohu, they were all clowns in a farce, from the very beginning...

"In the beginning, the Heavenly Dao was not perfect. Your Demonic Path's fall, and the tribulation to repair the Heavenly Dao, is what the Primordial World needs. I am paving the way, Luohu... you are destined to fail..."

"The general trend of heaven and earth cannot be reversed..."

Hongjun raised a hand. The Jade Plate of Creation erupted with boundless divine light, containing the epitome of the Three Thousand Great Daos and the might of the Primordial World's Heavenly Dao. With one strike, he sent the God-Slaying Spear flying...

"Hongjun..."

Luohu was repelled with a single hand, never imagining such a defeat.

"It's useless... I only need one step to enter the Saint realm. You are completely no match for me. Today, I will slay you to prove my Dao." Hongjun declared arrogantly.

"Hahaha... Hongjun, you are a despicable villain. After endless eons of planning, it all falls short of your schemes. Since that's the case, let's die together!" Luohu charged madly, unleashing the God-Slaying Spear and the Twelve-Grade Black Lotus, attacking Hongjun once more.

Hongjun was unconcerned, sneering, and intended to suppress his opponent with the Jade Plate of Creation. The next moment, his expression changed drastically as a powerful destructive force erupted, covering the heavens and earth.

Rumble...

A deafening roar echoed through heaven and earth. It was Luohu's self-destruction, his complete madness. In an instant, the world spun, and the ultimate power rippled through the entire West...

Great Immortal Yang Mei, who was barely clinging to life, was once again caught in the blast, spitting out a mouthful of blood, severely wounded to the extreme...

Even with the Myriad Heavens Auspicious Cloud protecting him and the Jade Plate of Creation atop his head, Hongjun's God-Slaying Spear strike broke through. Under the powerful explosion, he also suffered heavy injuries, becoming disheveled.

"Hongjun... you schemed with the Heavenly Dao to perfect yourself, calculating against me, Luohu. The demons will not be extinguished..."

"Great Dao above, I, Luohu, make this Great Dao oath. From now on, the demonic will rise as the Dao declines, the Dao is one foot high, the demon is ten feet high. The Demonic Path is established..."

Luohu's unwilling voice echoed through the desolate lands of the West. This was the consequence of his failure, and it also repaired the Heavenly Dao itself, even making an oath to the Great Dao.

With the emergence of the demonic and heretical ways, Luohu's undying soul was entrusted to the void. In a form of nothingness, he could freely enter the Primordial World. In later generations, cultivators would face heart demons during breakthroughs. Those who could not overcome them would fall into demonic possession, losing their millennia of cultivation in an instant.

"Cough, cough, cough..." Hongjun stood up from the ruins, his appearance disheveled. He looked ahead at the shattered Western lands, his karma that he would have to repay.

A giant hollow willow was rooted in the desolation. Yang Mei transformed back into his true form and cast a deep glance at Hongjun, then at the Primordial World, before disappearing into the chaos alone...

Both Hongjun and Great Immortal Yang Mei understood one thing: there could not be two tigers on one mountain. Whoever recovered would be slain. One had to flee, and that was the defeated Yang Mei...

"The Calamity has ended. It is time for me to Attain Dao..." Hongjun turned into a stream of light and headed to White Jade Capital to recuperate. He would then merge his Three Corpses and Attain Dao, becoming the First Sage of the Primordial World.

Just as there was the Dao-Demonic Conflict in the West, there was also the conflict of the Three Clans. The immeasurable Calamity soon ended, and the world became clear. A torrent descended, sweeping across the entire Primordial World, leaving everyone in a daze.

The Three Clans, who had been afflicted by the aura of tribulation, including Ancestor Dragon, First Qilin, and Primordial Phoenix, suddenly became clear-headed. They stood stunned on the spot, looking at the countless corpses...

"Haha..." Ancestor Dragon let out a desolate laugh, tears falling...

"Dead... all dead... all dead..." Primordial Phoenix trembled all over.

Plop...

The heavily injured First Qilin knelt on the ground, trembling. Looking at the endless corpses, he said, "What have we done? What have we done?"

A terrifying karma, endless sin, and the resentment from the killings of the Three Clans turned into immeasurable retribution, instantly engulfing the ancestors of the Three Clans. Someone had to bear the consequences of the endless slaughter.

A black mist coiled around them. Anyone who got close was affected, bringing misfortune...

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

At this moment, streaks of divine light descended. Seeing the three figures covered in black mist, they were startled. These three, burdened by misfortune, were avoided by everyone, like gods of bad luck...

"We're too late..." Fuxi, protected by thirty Sea-Calming Divine Pearls, hovered in the air, observing the entire battlefield.

"Let's head towards Mount Meru..." Nuwa said after a glance. She then rode the River and Mountain Diagram forward. The entire Western lands were desolate, and Mount Meru had been destroyed...

"Where did the God-Slaying Spear and the Twelve-Grade World-Ending Black Lotus go? Perhaps they're beneath Mount Meru, but that doesn't feel right... there's no trace of them." Houtu controlled the power of the earth, observing again and again.

"Don't talk about it... the Twelve-Grade World-Ending Black Lotus hasn't vanished, the demonic influence remains..." Nuwa looked up at the sky.

"Alas... what was it all for?" Ancestral Witch Houtu sighed. Because of the battle involving the Twelve-Grade World-Ending Black Lotus, much was shattered. Later, it hid in the West and became the possession of Wutian, allowing him to return to Spiritual Mountain, force Tathagata away, and control the Thirty-Three Heavens of the Three Realms...

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

The two women returned to the site of the Three Clans' great battle. They saw the collapse of Ancestor Dragon, Primordial Phoenix, and First Qilin, the extinction of their clan's destiny, and their precarious state. If not handled properly, the Three Clans would disappear entirely in the future...

"Fellow Daoists..."

Ancestor Dragon suddenly looked at Fuxi, Nuwa, and Houtu, filled with anticipation, as they had met once before.

"Fellow Daoist Ancestor Dragon... is there something you need?" Nuwa smiled slightly.

"Fellow Daoists... our clan's tribulation resulted in countless deaths and injuries, and we are burdened by karma, beyond redemption. Could you possibly look after our descendants? I, Ancestor Dragon, still have nine sons in the Ancestor Dragon Hall..." Ancestor Dragon looked at Nuwa with longing. These were likely the nine sons of the dragon lineage in later generations, each unique.

"I, Primordial Phoenix, also have two sons who are in the Undying Mountain. Using my phoenix essence blood as a guide, combined with the blessings of the Heavenly Dao, I condensed two eggs. They will be different from phoenixes and have already descended..." Primordial Phoenix also spoke, looking expectantly at Fuxi. These were likely the Golden-Winged Great Peng Bird and the Peacock with the Five-Colored Divine Light.

"I, First Qilin, am too severely injured and may not survive. Few of the Qilin Clan remain. I hope you will also look after them..." First Qilin looked at Houtu.

These three were once supreme beings, dominating the Primordial World. Now, entrusting their offspring to others temporarily, they only wished to escape the burden of karma and prevent their descendants from being endangered...

They had accepted their fate of death