Marching on the Witch Clan

Thirty-three Heavens, Lingxiao Treasure Hall.

Demonic energy surged into the sky, banners obscured the sun.

Myriad demon soldiers and generals stood in neat formation, their killing intent condensing into tangible dark clouds that enveloped the Thirty-three Heavens.

At the forefront, Tai Yi, wearing the Heavenly Emperor's crown and the Golden Crow Emperor's robe, sat high upon a Nine Dragon Imperial Chariot.

The Chaos Bell floated above his head, emitting countless streams of chaotic energy, making him appear as the true co-lord of heaven and earth.

To the left of the chariot, Bai Ze, with a feather fan and scholarly attire, exuded a refined intelligence.

Behind him, Ji Meng, Ying Zhao, Fei Lian, Jiu Ying, and a host of other Demon Saints stood solemnly, each radiating a formidable aura, with the lowest being Grand Unity Perfection.

Further back, several newly promoted Quasi-Saint Demon Saints stood, their auras slightly unstable, but their might was not to be underestimated.

To the right of the chariot, Qin Yuan held a specially made "Shi Huang Brush," with a golden, shimmering "Demon History Scroll" floating before him, diligently recording something with a serious expression.

Xuan Qing, cradling the remnants of a green lotus leaf, stood expressionlessly to the side, only a trace of bone-chilling hatred flashing in his eyes when he occasionally glanced towards Buzhou Mountain.

At the forefront of the army, Tai Yi slowly rose.

His gaze swept over the boundless demon army below, his voice, amplified by magic, reaching across the Thirty-three Heavens:

"The Witch Clan is arrogant and lawless, poisoning all beings in the Great Desolation."

"Today, I, your Emperor, will lead you to march on Buzhou Mountain, flatten Pangu Hall, and seek justice for our Demon Clan!"

"Ten thousand victories for the Demon Court! Ten thousand victories for the Heavenly Emperor!"

Myriad demon soldiers roared in unison, their voices shaking the very boundaries of the Thirty-three Heavens.

Killing intent, malevolent energy, and demonic energy mingled, forming a terrifying torrent that surged towards the Great Desolation.

Tai Yi was pleased with this momentum.

He waved his hand grandly, "Depart!"

BOOM—

The Nine Dragon Imperial Chariot moved first, nine Golden Crows forged from Solar True Fire howling as they pulled the chariot, tearing through the void.

Behind it, myriads of demon soldiers transformed into rolling demonic clouds, like a black celestial river breaching its dam, pouring towards the center of the Great Desolation—Buzhou Mountain.

Wherever they passed, the sky darkened, and the sun and moon lost their light.

On the Great Desolation, countless beings were awakened by the terrifying spectacle, looking up at the sky with expressions of horror.

At this moment, Tai Yi was filled with ambition.

Once he defeated the Witch Clan and unified the Great Desolation, he would be the true co-lord of heaven and earth.

As for Hongjun, a mere puppet of the Heavenly Dao, he would be no threat once Tai Yi achieved Hun Yuan.

The Demon Clan's momentum was immense, and all in their path made way.

The Great Powers of the Great Desolation turned their attention to the vicinity of Buzhou Mountain.

This was the first direct confrontation between the Demon Clan and the Witch Clan.

It could very well influence the future trajectory of the Great Desolation.

Some Transmigrators, in particular, wished they could avoid it at all costs.

After this battle, the enmity between the demons and witches would undoubtedly deepen.

At that time, tribulation energy would fill the heavens and earth.

Once contaminated by tribulation energy, unless a Hun Yuan-level existence intervened, one was destined to become dust after the great calamity.

Buzhou Mountain, Pangu Hall.

The Thirteen Ancestor Witches had already learned of Tai Yi's approaching demon army.

However, they showed no signs of panic; instead, they were all eager for battle, their fighting spirit soaring.

"Hahaha! Those feathered beasts have finally arrived!" Zhu Rong's body was engulfed in flames, his voice like a booming bell.

"Just right, it's been a while since I've stretched my muscles." Endless floods appeared beneath Gonggong's feet.

Dijiang stood at the forefront, space subtly distorting around him.

He looked at Chen Tian, "Thirteenth Brother, should we engage in this battle or not?"

Everyone had witnessed Chen Tian's contributions to the Witch Clan over the years.

Subtly, he had already replaced Dijiang as the leader of the Witch Clan.

Chen Tian laughed heartily upon hearing this, "Why shouldn't we?"

"Does that Tai Yi truly consider himself the co-lord of the Great Desolation?"

"We, the true descendants of Pangu, are the rightful rulers of the Great Desolation. That Tai Yi is not worthy!"

After refining Pangu's essence blood and cultivating diligently for half a Yuan Hui, Chen Tian's strength had now broken through to the late stage of Hun Yuan Golden Immortal.

Within the Witch Clan, besides Dijiang, Gonggong, Zhu Rong, Houtu, and Xuanming, other Ancestor Witches had also broken through to Hun Yuan Golden Immortal.

Although they had not yet fully mastered the Twelve Heavenly God-Killing Formation, they were confident in their ability to withstand the demon clan's offensive.

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"Good!"

Dijiang's eyes flashed with sharp light, and he waved his large hand:

"Order all Great Witches to gather their clansmen and follow us to meet the enemy!"

Rumble--

Buzhou Mountain seemed to come alive.

Countless rough and powerful auras surged into the sky from all parts of the mountain.

These were the Great Witches and ordinary Witch Clan warriors who were hunting and cultivating in various parts of Buzhou Mountain.

Upon receiving the Ancestor Witches' summons, they gathered without hesitation.

There were no neat formations, no strict orders.

Only the most primal, wildest roars and battle cries.

Mixed with footsteps that shook heaven and earth, they converged into a torrent more savage and violent than the Demon Clan.

The Twelve Ancestor Witches, along with Chen Tian, a total of thirteen figures that reached the heavens, were the first to step out of Pangu Hall.

They revealed parts of their true Ancestor Witch forms without any concealment.

Some had feet on twin dragons and fire snakes in their ears; others had python heads and human bodies, with feet on black dragons; some had beast heads and human bodies, covered in red scales...

The thirteen ancient, wild auras merged into one, stirring the wind and clouds. They clashed fiercely with the monstrous demonic aura of the Demon Clan army descending from the sky, high above Buzhou Mountain.

A silent roar exploded in the hearts of every being in the Great Desolation.

Tai Yi's Nine Dragon Imperial Chariot stopped steadily above Buzhou Mountain.

He looked down from above, gazing at the thirteen figures below, like pillars supporting the sky.

His brow furrowed imperceptibly.

The Witch Clan's momentum was even more ferocious than he had anticipated.

And...

His gaze lingered particularly on Chen Tian.

This mysterious thirteenth Ancestor Witch had a profound aura, as deep as the sea, giving him an extremely dangerous feeling.

"Tai Yi!"

Dijiang's voice boomed like thunder from the nine heavens, shaking the Thirty-three Heavens.

"Take your feathered beasts and get out of the place formed from my Father God's spine!"

"Otherwise, today I will make you, you mongrel bird, bleed all over Buzhou Mountain!"

Before his voice even faded, Gonggong, Zhu Rong, and the other Ancestor Witches roared in unison, their killing intent soaring, stirring the wind and clouds.

Tai Yi's expression darkened, but he did not get angry. He merely sneered:

"Dijiang, stop with your sharp tongue."

"Your Witch Clan has wreaked havoc in the Great Desolation, devouring all spirits, your karma is immense!"

"I, the Heavenly Emperor, obey the will of heaven, command all demons, and today I will act on behalf of heaven, flatten your Pangu Hall, and restore a clear and bright universe to the Great Desolation!"

"The will of heaven?"

Chen Tian took a step forward, standing shoulder to shoulder with Dijiang.

He still had that gentle and elegant demeanor, which seemed out of place with the wild ferocity of the surrounding Ancestor Witches, but his words were even more piercing than Dijiang's:

"Tai Yi, you dare to speak of the will of heaven?"

"You merely occupy the Thirty-three Heavens, gather a mob, and truly think you are the co-lord of the Great Desolation?"

"When your Demon Court was established, did you ask this Great Desolation and Heaven and Earth? Did you ask us, the legitimate descendants of Pangu?"

His voice was not loud, but it carried clearly throughout the battlefield with a strange penetrating power.

"The Great Desolation was transformed by Father God, and all things inherit Father God's blessings."

"Your Demon Clan are merely post-natal beings who were fortunate enough to awaken their intelligence and gain creation. Instead of being grateful, you presumptuously claim the will of heaven and gather a mob to cause trouble. What is the reason for this?"

"Your leading an army to invade Buzhou Mountain today is the greatest disrespect to Father God!"

After Chen Tian finished speaking, the Witch Clan army erupted in a thunderous roar.

"Right! Disrespecting Father God is punishable!"

"Kill these feathered beasts!"

Tai Yi's face turned ashen.

He hadn't expected Chen Tian's words to be so sharp.

Debating the legitimacy of Pangu's descendants with the Witch Clan? He really couldn't win that argument.

"Sharp-tongued!"

Tai Yi stopped wasting words. The Chaos Bell vibrated violently, and the Heavenly Emperor Sword in his hand erupted with streams of immortal light, pointing directly at the Witch Clan.

"Very well, then today I will test whether you are worthy of the name 'legitimate descendants of Pangu'!"