The Three Clans Retreat from the Primordial World, the Dragon-Han Calamity and Dao-Devil War End, the Three Ancestors Entrust Their Descendants

Yin-Yang Ancestor had the Innate Supreme Treasure Taiji Diagram above his head. The immeasurable power of yin and yang blocked the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation, but he could not withstand the attack of the God-Slaying Spear. He finally realized that this had all been a scheme...

Qiankun Ancestor was no different. A giant cauldron hovered above his head, bearing the boundless fiendish energy of the formation, but it was difficult to withstand the suppression of the Twelve-Grade Black Lotus...

They had been schemed against by Hongjun. Entering the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation meant certain death, and their final fate would be to vanish into thin air. How could they accept that...

"Go to hell..."

Boom...

Boom...

In a fit of rage, the two Semi-Saints self-detonated their primordial spirits. The powerful force of destruction struck the formation, causing the entire western mountain range to collapse inch by inch. Countless heavenly treasures, immortal abodes, blessed grottoes, famous immortal mountains, and ancient sites instantly turned to nothing.

From then on, half of the West became an endless wasteland, a barren land...

"Hahaha... Yin-Yang and Qiankun self-detonated. How unwilling they must have been! Now only you, Yang Mei, and Hongjun remain. This time, I will deal with you with all my strength. Die!" With the black lotus protecting him, Luohu had no concerns about the destruction of the West. The killing intent on Mount Sumeru stretched on without end as he attacked Yang Mei once more.

"Damn it..." Yang Mei was grievously wounded and filled with resentment. He had actually been schemed against by Hongjun, this bastard. Even protecting himself was difficult, so he could only transform into a massive Hollow Willow and struggle to cope.

Hongjun knew the time had come...

After his two "friends" self-detonated, he immediately split off three Daoists. One was his benevolent corpse, Immeasurable True Person; one was his evil corpse, Tribulation Transcending Daoist; and one was his Self-Corpse, Tianjun Daoist. They directly collected the Qiankun Cauldron and the Innate Supreme Treasure Taiji Diagram...

"Luohu... it is time to settle our account..." Hongjun's gaze was sharp. The Creation Jade Butterfly hovered above his head, a Myriad Heavens Auspicious Cloud floated before him, and the three corpses stood behind him.

"What is this?" Luohu saw the three Daoists and was stunned. After all, he did not possess the Creation Jade Butterfly and knew nothing of the method of proving the Dao through the Three Corpses.

"This is the method of proving the Dao through the Three Corpses contained within the Creation Jade Butterfly. It is the path of a Saint. Luohu, you have lost..." Hongjun stood proudly and issued his verdict.

Upon hearing of the method of proving the Dao contained in the Creation Jade Butterfly, Luohu's expression changed drastically. This was the treasure of Great God Pangu, the first Chaos demon god. A sense of crisis swept over him.

"Impossible... I am the Demon Lord Luohu. I contend with you over the path of the future of the Primordial World. This was tacitly permitted by the Heavenly Dao..." Luohu roared unwillingly.

"Hahaha..." Hongjun threw back his head and laughed. The three corpses landed before the three gates of the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation and slipped inside in one move. Only then did he say, "Because it was tacitly permitted. Demons... can only destroy the Primordial World. They offer no overt benefit to the Heavenly Dao..."

Boom...

With a deafening boom, the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation collapsed and shattered inch by inch. Looking out, the endless lands beyond Mount Sumeru had become nothing but barren wastelands—the result of the Semi-Saints' self-detonations.

"The Immortal Slaying Sword Formation is indeed formidable, but breaking just one gate is enough. My path of the Three Corpses is sufficient..." Hongjun was incomparably confident, completely shattering Luohu's Dao heart.

"Hahaha... Heavenly Dao... Heavenly Dao... Hongjun, what a scheme! So I, Luohu, was the clown all along." Luohu knew the tide had turned, but he would never surrender. He charged toward Hongjun.

In this scheme within a scheme, whether it was the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin Clans, Great Immortal Yang Mei, Yin-Yang Ancestor, Qiankun Ancestor, or Luohu himself, they had all been clowns in a farce. From the very beginning...

"In the beginning, the Heavenly Dao was incomplete. The fall of your demonic path and the tribulation that repaired the Heavenly Dao are what the Primordial World requires. You were paving the way for me. Luohu... your defeat was destined..."

"The general trend of Heaven and Earth cannot be defied..."

Hongjun raised one hand. The Creation Jade Butterfly erupted with immeasurable divine light, displaying projections of the Three Thousand Great Daos and the might of the Heavenly Dao of the Primordial World. One strike sent the God-Slaying Spear flying...

"Hongjun..."

Luohu was knocked back by a single blow. He had never imagined he would be defeated so thoroughly.

"It is useless now... I need only one step to enter the realm of a Saint. You are no longer my match. Today, I will slay you and prove the Dao." Hongjun strode forward arrogantly.

"Hahaha... Hongjun, you are nothing but a despicable wretch. Your schemes over countless ages cannot withstand my plotting. Since that is the case, then let us die together!" Luohu charged forward madly. The God-Slaying Spear and the Twelve-Grade Black Lotus emerged together, attacking Hongjun once more.

Hongjun paid it no mind. With a cold laugh, he intended to suppress Luohu with the Creation Jade Butterfly. In the next moment, however, his expression changed drastically as a powerful force of destruction erupted, surging across the heavens and earth.

Rumble...

A thunderous boom resounded through Heaven and Earth. Luohu had self-detonated, driven completely mad. In an instant, the heavens spun and the earth turned, and a force powerful beyond measure spread across the entire West...

Great Immortal Yang Mei, who had barely been clinging to life, was struck once more. He spat out a mouthful of blood and was wounded to the extreme...

Though Hongjun had the Myriad Heavens Auspicious Cloud protecting him and the Creation Jade Butterfly above his head, the God-Slaying Spear broke through with a single strike. Under the powerful explosion, he was also gravely wounded, left in a battered state.

"Hongjun... you and the Heavenly Dao plotted to perfect yourselves and schemed against me, Luohu. But demons will never be extinguished..."

"By the Great Dao above, I, Luohu, swear this oath of the Great Dao: from now on, as demonic power rises, Dao power declines; when Dao rises one foot, demons rise ten feet. The demonic path is established..."

Luohu's unwilling voice echoed across the wastelands of the West. This was the consequence of his defeat, and it also repaired the Heavenly Dao itself—even if it required swearing an oath before the Great Dao.

With the emergence of evil demons and heretical paths, Luohu's undying soul entrusted itself to the void. In its incorporeal form, it could freely enter the Primordial World. From then on, when later cultivators attempted breakthroughs, they would suffer invasions by inner demons. Those who could not overcome them would suffer cultivation deviation, losing countless ages of Dao cultivation in a single day.

"Cough, cough, cough..." Hongjun rose from the ruins, looking utterly disheveled. He gazed ahead at the destruction of the boundless West. This was his karma, and he would have to repay it in the future.

A massive Hollow Willow took root in the wasteland before transforming into Great Immortal Yang Mei once more. He cast a deep look at Hongjun, then at the Primordial World, before fleeing alone into the Chaos...

Whether Hongjun or Great Immortal Yang Mei, both understood one thing clearly: two tigers could not share one mountain. Whoever recovered would slay the other. Only one of them could flee, and that was the defeated Yang Mei...

"The tribulation has ended. It is time for me to prove the Dao..." Hongjun transformed into a streak of light and headed to White Jade Capital to recuperate. After that, he would merge the Three Corpses and prove himself the First Sage of the Primordial World.

The Dao-Devil War in the West had also involved a war among the three clans. The immeasurable tribulation soon ended, and Heaven and Earth cleared. A great current descended and swept across the entire Primordial World, causing everyone to lapse into a daze.

The three clans, who had been burdened by tribulation energy, suddenly regained clarity. Ancestor Dragon, First Qilin, and Yuanfeng all stood there in a daze, staring at the countless corpses...

"Hahaha..." Ancestor Dragon let out a desolate laugh, tears falling from his eyes...

"They are dead... all dead... all dead..." Yuanfeng's entire body trembled.

Thud...

Seriously wounded, First Qilin fell to his knees and trembled as he stared at the endless corpses. "What have we done? What have we done?"

Terrifying karma, boundless sin, and the resentment of the three clans' slaughter transformed into immeasurable retribution, enveloping the three clan ancestors at once. This was the consequence of their endless slaughter, and someone had to bear it.

Black energy coiled around their bodies. Anyone who approached was affected, and misfortune descended one after another...

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

At that moment, streaks of divine light descended. Upon seeing the three figures covered in black energy, everyone was badly startled. With misfortune weighing upon them, all of them kept their distance, as though facing gods of calamity...

"We came too late..." Fuxi used thirty Sea-Calming Divine Beads as protection, floating around his body as he surveyed the entire battlefield.

"Let us go toward Mount Sumeru..." Great God Nuwa glanced over, then rode the River and Mountain Diagram forward. The entire West was a wasteland, and Mount Sumeru had been shattered...

"Where did the God-Slaying Spear and the Twelve-Grade World-Ending Black Lotus go? Could they be beneath Mount Sumeru? No, that is strange... there is not even the slightest trace of aura." Houtu controlled the power of the earth and observed the area again and again.

"Enough... the Twelve-Grade World-Ending Black Lotus has not vanished. The demon still exists..." Great God Nuwa looked up at the heavens.

"Ah... what was all this for, in the end?" Houtu, the Ancestress of Earth, sighed. The Twelve-Grade World-Ending Black Lotus had been shattered in that battle, but later hid in the West and became Wutian's possession. It allowed him to return to Spirit Mountain, drive 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 and saw Ancestor Dragon, Yuanfeng, and First Qilin collapsing in despair. The fortune of their clans had been extinguished, and they were in grave danger. If this was not handled properly, the three clans would vanish completely in the future...

"Three fellow Daoists..."

Ancestor Dragon suddenly looked toward Fuxi, Great God Nuwa, and Houtu, filled with anticipation. After all, they had met once before.

"Fellow Daoist Ancestor Dragon... is something the matter?" Great God Nuwa smiled faintly.

"Fellow Daoist... countless members of our three clans have died in this tribulation, and we are burdened by sin, destined to suffer through endless calamities. I wonder if you could look after our descendants. I, Ancestor Dragon, still have nine sons in Ancestor Dragon Hall..." Ancestor Dragon looked at Great God Nuwa expectantly. They were most likely the later nine sons of the dragon, each different from the others.

"I, Yuanfeng, also have two children. They are in Undying Mountain. Using my phoenix essence blood as a guide and combining it with the blessings of the Heavenly Dao, I condensed two eggs. They will be phoenixes of a different kind, and they have already been born..." Yuanfeng also spoke, looking expectantly toward Fuxi. They were most likely the Golden-Winged Great Peng Bird and the peacock possessing the Five-Colored Divine Light.

"My injuries are too severe, and I may not survive. Very few members of the Qilin Clan remain. I hope you will look after them as well..." First Qilin looked toward Houtu.

The three of them had once dominated an era and stood proudly above the Primordial World. Now, they were entrusting their descendants at the last moment, simply to cast off the sin burdening them and prevent it from endangering their descendants...

They had already resolved to die...