Thirty-three Heavens, Lingxiao Treasure Hall.
Demonic aura soared into the sky, banners blotted out the sun.
Billions of demon soldiers and generals stood in neat ranks. Their baleful aura condensed into tangible black clouds that shrouded the Thirty-three Heavens.
At the forefront, Tai Yi wore the crown of the Heavenly Emperor and a golden crow imperial robe. He sat high atop a nine-dragon imperial chariot.
The Chaos Bell floated above his head, sending down billions of streams of chaotic energy and making him seem like the true ruler of Heaven and Earth.
To the left of the imperial chariot, Bai Ze wore a feathered fan and scholar's cap, his refined air touched with shrewdness.
Behind him stood a host of Demon Saints, including Ji Meng, Ying Zhao, Fei Lian, and Jiu Ying. Each radiated immense power, and even the weakest had reached Grand Unity Perfection.
Farther back stood several newly promoted Demon Saints at the Quasi-Sage level. Their auras were somewhat unstable, but their might was already formidable.
To the right of the imperial chariot, Qin Yuan held a specially made Shi Huang Brush. A golden, gleaming Demon History Scroll floated before him as he earnestly recorded something.
Xuan Qing stood expressionlessly to the side, cradling a remnant leaf of the Green Lotus. Only when he occasionally glanced toward Buzhou Mountain did a bone-deep hatred flash in his eyes.
At the front of the army, Tai Yi slowly rose to his feet.
His gaze swept across the boundless ranks of the Demon Clan below. His voice, carried by magical power, rang throughout the Thirty-Three Heavens:
"The Witch Clan is tyrannical and lawless, bringing misery to all living beings in the Prehistoric World."
"Today, I shall lead you to Buzhou Mountain, flatten Pangu Hall, and win justice for our Demon Clan!"
"Long live the Demon Court! Long live the Heavenly Emperor!"
Billions of demon soldiers roared in unison. Their cries shook the World Barrier of the Thirty-three Heavens.
Killing intent, baleful aura, and demonic energy mingled into a terrifying torrent that surged straight toward the lands of the Prehistoric World.
Tai Yi was very pleased with this show of force.
He waved his hand. "Advance!"
Rumble—
The nine-dragon imperial chariot set off first. Nine golden dragons formed from Solar True Fire let out long cries, hauling the chariot as they tore through the void.
Behind them, billions of demon soldiers transformed into rolling demonic clouds, like a black Heavenly River bursting its banks, pouring toward the heart of the Prehistoric World—Buzhou Mountain.
Wherever they passed, the sky darkened, and the sun and moon lost their light.
Countless beings across the Prehistoric World were roused by the terrifying spectacle. They looked up at the sky, their faces filled with alarm.
At that moment, Tai Yi was full of confidence.
Once he defeated the Witch Clan and unified the Prehistoric World, he would be its true ruler.
As for Hongjun, he was nothing but a puppet of the Heavenly Dao. Once Tai Yi attained the Primordial Realm, Hongjun would be no threat to him.
The Demon Clan's advance was so overwhelming that all in its path gave way.
The Great Powers of the Prehistoric World turned their gazes toward the area around Buzhou Mountain.
This was the Demon Clan's first direct confrontation with the Witch Clan.
The outcome could very well shape the future of the Prehistoric World.
Some Transmigrators were even more eager to stay out of it.
After this battle, the enmity between the Witches and Demons would surely deepen once more.
Then tribulation energy would blanket Heaven and Earth.
Once tainted by tribulation energy, one was doomed to become dust after the great calamity—unless a being of the Primordial Realm intervened.
Buzhou Mountain, Pangu Hall.
The Thirteen Ancestral Witches already knew that Tai Yi's Demon Clan army was on its way.
Yet none of them were flustered. Instead, they rubbed their hands together, their fighting spirit surging.
"Hahaha! Those feathered beasts have finally come!" Zhu Rong's body blazed with flames, and his voice boomed like a bell.
"Perfect. It's been a long time since I stretched my muscles." Endless floodwaters appeared beneath Gonggong's feet.
Dijiang stood at the very front, space wavering around him.
He looked at Chen Tian. "Thirteenth Brother, should we accept this battle?"
Everyone had witnessed the benefits Chen Tian had brought to the Witch Clan over the years.
Unbeknownst to them, he had already taken Dijiang's place as the Witch Clan's leader.
Chen Tian burst into laughter. "Why wouldn't we?"
"Does Tai Yi really think he's the ruler of the Prehistoric World?"
"We are the orthodox descendants of Pangu, the true masters of the Prehistoric World. Tai Yi is unworthy!"
After refining Pangu's essence blood and cultivating diligently for half an epoch, Chen Tian had now reached the late stage of the Hun Yuan Golden Immortal realm.
Among the Witch Clan, all the Ancestral Witches besides Chen Tian—Dijiang, Gonggong, Zhu Rong, Houtu, Xuanming, and the others—had also broken through to the Hun Yuan Golden Immortal realm.
They had yet to fully master the Twelve Ancestral Witches' Twelvefold Heavenly Gods and Fiends Grand Formation, but they were confident they could withstand the Demon Clan's assault.
"Good!"
A sharp light flashed in Dijiang's eyes. He swept his hand outward.
"Send word to all the Great Witches. Gather the clan and follow us to meet the enemy!"
Rumble—
It was as if Buzhou Mountain had come alive.
Countless rough, powerful auras surged skyward from all across the mountain.
They came from the Great Witches and ordinary Witch Clan warriors scattered throughout Buzhou Mountain, hunting and cultivating.
At the Ancestral Witches' summons, they gathered without hesitation.
There were no orderly ranks, no strict commands.
Only the most primitive, wild roars and battle cries.
Mixed with footsteps that shook Heaven and Earth, they formed a torrent even more savage and violent than the Demon Clan's.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches, along with Chen Tian—thirteen towering figures in all—were the first to stride out of Pangu Hall.
Without concealing themselves at all, they manifested parts of their Ancestral Witch true forms.
Some had two dragons beneath their feet and fire snakes piercing their ears; others had serpent heads and human bodies, with black dragons beneath their feet; still others had beast heads and human bodies, their forms covered in red scales...
The thirteen ancient, primeval auras joined together, churning the winds and clouds. Above Buzhou Mountain, they clashed head-on with the overwhelming demonic aura of the Demon Clan army descending from the heavens!
A soundless roar exploded in the hearts of every being in the Prehistoric World.
Tai Yi's nine-dragon imperial chariot came to a steady halt above Buzhou Mountain.
From his lofty position, he looked down upon the thirteen figures below, each like a pillar holding up the sky.
His brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.
The Witch Clan's aura was even more ferocious than he had expected.
And...
His gaze lingered especially on Chen Tian.
The mysterious Thirteenth Ancestral Witch's aura was as deep as the sea, giving him an extremely dangerous feeling.
"Tai Yi!"
Dijiang's voice rolled toward them like thunder from the highest heavens, shaking the Thirty-Three Heavens.
"Take your feathered beasts and get out of the land formed from our Father God's spine!"
"Otherwise, today we'll stain Buzhou Mountain with the blood of you mangy bird!"
Before he had even finished speaking, Gonggong, Zhu Rong, and the other Ancestral Witches roared in unison, their baleful aura soaring skyward as they churned the clouds overhead.
Tai Yi's expression darkened, but he did not lose his temper. He merely gave a cold laugh.
"Dijiang, spare us your empty boasts."
"Your Witch Clan rampages across the Prehistoric World, devouring all living things. Your Karma is sky-high!"
"By Heaven's decree, I command the myriad demons. Today, I shall act on Heaven's behalf, flatten your Pangu Hall, and restore peace to the Prehistoric World!"
"Heaven's decree?"
Chen Tian stepped forward, standing shoulder to shoulder with Dijiang.
He still looked refined and mild, entirely out of place amid the surrounding Ancestral Witches' savage ferocity. Yet his words cut even deeper than Dijiang's.
"Tai Yi, what right do you have to speak of Heaven's decree?"
"You seized the Thirty-Three Heavens and gathered a rabble around you, and now you really think you're the ruler of the Prehistoric World?"
"When you founded the Demon Court, did you ask Heaven and Earth for permission? Did you ask us, the orthodox descendants of Pangu?"
His voice was not loud, yet it carried clearly across the battlefield with a strange penetrating force.
"The Prehistoric World was formed from our Father God. All things inherit his legacy."
"You demons are merely acquired beings who were fortunate enough to gain intelligence and receive blessings. Instead of giving thanks, you presume to invoke Heaven's decree and gather your people to sow chaos. What sense does that make?"
"By leading your army against Buzhou Mountain today, you have committed the greatest disrespect toward our Father God!"
As soon as Chen Tian finished speaking, the Witch Clan army erupted in roars that shook the mountains and seas.
"That's right! Disrespecting our Father God is punishable by death!"
"Kill those feathered beasts!"
Tai Yi's face turned ashen.
He had not expected Chen Tian's words to be so cutting.
Arguing with the Witch Clan about Pangu's orthodoxy? He really couldn't win that argument.
"Sharp tongue!"
Tai Yi ended the exchange. The Chaos Bell boomed, while the Heavenly Emperor Sword in his hand blazed with streams of Immortal Light, pointing straight at the Witch Clan.
"Very well. Today, I'll see whether you're worthy of the name, orthodox descendants of Pangu!"