Even though Chen Tian knew that Di Jun was already Primordial Daluo Golden Immortal, he remained fearless.
Without Hongjun, he is invincible!
Chen Tian frantically activated the Twelve Capital Celestial Evil Slaying Formation.
Pangu True Body was becoming increasingly solid, and each axe strike seemed to reopen the Chaos, its power terrifying beyond compare.
Tai Yi and Di Jun also joined forces to deal with Chen Tian's world-destroying attacks.
The three beings at the Primordial Realm level fought fiercely in the Chaos, and the aftershocks of their battle continuously impacted the Prehistoric World Barrier, causing the entire Prehistoric World to tremble slightly.
Many Great Power in the Prehistoric World had long been observing the battle situation in the Chaos through various means, and each of them had a solemn expression.
This battle determined the future landscape of the Prehistoric World!
" Chen Tian, your Witch Clan is destined to fail!"
Tai Yi roared, and the Grand Formation of Stars was activated to its maximum.
Many of the 365 Demon God were already coughing up blood, clearly indicating an immense burden, yet the power of the great formation grew increasingly terrifying.
"Nonsense! Our Witch Clan upholds the will of our Father God and is the true successor of the Prehistoric World!"
Chen Tian roared, Pangu True Body expanded once more, seemingly threatening to overwhelm the Grand Formation of Stars.
During the Chaos War, the conflict between the Witch-Demon and Demon races erupted once again.
Tribes of the Witch Clan cultivators and Demon Clan cultivators fought a bloody battle on the Prehistoric World land, each thinking only of tearing the other apart.
Without the Ancestral Witch, the Witch Clan is completely inferior to the Demon Court in terms of high-end combat power.
Each time the Demon Saint made a move, they were able to annihilate countless Witch Clan soldiers.
"Host, these are all points, quickly devour them!" the Devouring System said to Xuan Qing.
Xuan Qing wanted to make a move.
But looking at Qing Li beside him, who looked reluctant, he hesitated for a moment before shaking his head and sighing.
"System, let's let it go this time."
"Damn it, I Primordial Era! Are you trying to starve me to death?!"
Since resurrecting Qing Li, Xuan Qing hasn't been taking him to devour living beings much anymore, saying he can't bear to see Qing Li sad.
He originally intended to forcibly control Qing Li to threaten Xuan Qing, but he discovered that the Great Dao imprint he had left behind had inexplicably disappeared into thin air.
Damn it! It must be Heavenly Dao's doing!
The Prehistoric World is now an endless purgatory.
The once Grotto-Heaven Blessed Land has been reduced to scorched earth, and the Spiritual Veins have been torn apart by violent forces.
Mountains collapsed, rivers stopped flowing, and thick clouds, a mixture of blood and malevolent energy, obscured the sun.
Qing Li quietly looked down.
Her clear, emerald-like eyes reflected the boundless carnage and death.
There were no tears, but deep in those eyes, something heavier than sorrow was slowly gathering.
She gently raised her hand, and a warm, azure light of creation flowed from her fingertips.
Wherever the light reached, whether demon or sorcerer, it was healed by this azure light.
However, the next second, these Witch-Demon, who had been healed by him, went berserk and fell into a chaotic battle once again.
In no time, the place was transformed into a scene of mountains of corpses Blood Sea.
Qing Li's hand froze in mid-air.
"My husband..."
Qing Li's voice was very soft, with a slight, almost imperceptible tremor. She didn't look up, but simply asked in a low voice:
"Does it have to be this way? Does it have to... so many people die?"
Xuan Qing stood beside her, feeling the deep sorrow and helplessness emanating from her, and his heart clenched.
He reached out, wanting to pull her into his arms and comfort her as usual, but his hand stopped halfway.
What should he say?
There are some truths that Qing Li may not be unaware of.
Xuan Qing remained silent for a moment, then gently took her slightly cool hand and whispered:
"Don't look."
He couldn't offer an answer; he could only try to shield her from some of the cruel scene.
In the distance, in another relatively safe void.
Qin Yuan did not participate in the battle.
He still clutched that seemingly endless Demon History Scroll, holding the Shi Huang Brush, witnessing the great war between the Witch-Demon.
His gaze swept across the battlefield below, a landscape of mountains of corpses and Blood Sea, revealing no emotion as he silently recorded the brutality of the war.
Qin Yuan: "System, you won't blame me if I write official history, will you?"
Wild History System: "I never blamed you for writing dog history, did I!"
Qin Yuan: "..."
He didn't speak again, but took a deep breath of the air thick with the smell of blood, lowered his head again, and the pen fell to the ground once more.
This brutal war, with the entire Prehistoric World as its chessboard, is a crimson scroll painted with the blood, flesh, and souls of countless living beings.
Ultimately, within a grander narrative, how will it all be reduced to a few understated lines of text...?
And these words were written by himself, the recorder who shouldn't have been here.
What can be left behind, what can be changed, or... what can be proven?
Amidst the Chaos, the battle between Chen Tian and Tai Yi Di Jun continued.
Both sides know that if this fight continues, it will be difficult to reach a conclusion in the short term.
Di Jun was only Hun Yuan Grand Unity, not Prehistoric World Saint, and his magical power would eventually be exhausted.
Just when the situation was at a stalemate, a detached voice pierced through the Chaos and resounded in everyone's hearts.
"Enough!"
Hongjun's figure appeared silently in the center of the battlefield.
His gaze swept over the three of them, finally settling on the direction of the Prehistoric World.
"If you continue fighting, there will likely be no more life in the Prehistoric World, which is not what Heavenly Dao desires."
Chen Tian was unwilling and glared at Hongjun: "What do you mean by this, Dao Ancestor? Are you going to favor the Demon Clan again?"
Tai Yi frowned as well. " Dao Ancestor, this is the cause and effect of Witch-Demon, and it must be resolved!"
Di Jun remained silent, simply watching quietly.
Hongjun said calmly, "Under the Dao of Heavenly Dao, all things are in order."
"Today, I, the This Poor Daoist Daoist, act on behalf of Heaven and establish the rules for you."
He paused, his voice carrying an undeniable authority that resonated throughout the Chaos and echoed in the hearts of all the Great Power of the Prehistoric World:
"From this day forward, the Demon Court will rule the heavens, renamed the Heavenly Court, governing the celestial Stars, overseeing the movement of the sun and moon, regulating celestial phenomena, and bestowing blessings upon all living beings."
" The Witch Clan rules the land, guarding the Prehistoric World earth, managing the earth's veins, harmonizing yin and yang, and protecting all living beings."
"Heaven has its rules, and earth has its laws."
" The Heavenly Court shall not interfere in the affairs of the Earth without cause, nor shall the Witch Clan leave the Earth without permission and disrupt the order of Heaven."
"This is the decree of Heavenly Dao. Do any of you have any objections?"
Demons rule the heavens, witches rule the earth!
As soon as Hongjun uttered these words, the Chaos fell silent.
Chen Tian's expression shifted repeatedly.
Control the land?
While it may seem like they gave the Witch Clan a piece of land, in reality they confined them to the earth.
The Heavenly Court, perched high in the nine heavens, governs the Stars and is blessed with great fortune. In the long run, the Demon Clan will inevitably become stronger and stronger.
The Witch Clan, confined to the land, may seem free, but in reality, they have lost the right to vie for legitimacy and have also lost control over the heavens.
But... should we continue fighting?
Chen Tian felt the fatigue emanating from his body, as well as the increasingly heavy burden on the Twelve Ancestor Witches.
He knew that with Hongjun and the unfathomable Di Jun around, it was impossible to destroy the Demon Clan today.
Tai Yi was also weighing his options rapidly.
Through this battle, he also saw through the Witch Clan's trump cards and strength, and knew that it would not be easy to wipe out the Witch Clan in one fell swoop.
If they accept this outcome, the Demon Clan can recuperate and, with the authority and fortune of the Heavenly Court, it will only be a matter of time before they surpass the Witch Clan.
More importantly... he glanced at Di Jun beside him.
The elder brother also seemed unwilling to let the war continue indefinitely.
Di Jun felt Tai Yi's gaze and nodded almost imperceptibly.
The essence of the Way of the Gou lies in knowing when to stop while you're ahead.
In the current situation, the Demon Clan has gained the upper hand.
Fighting to the bitter end, in case the Witch Clan has any other tricks up their sleeve, or forces them to fight to the death, would not be in his best interest.
"I... have no objection."
Tai Yi spoke first, sheathed the Heavenly Emperor Sword, and bowed to Hongjun.
Chen Tian stared at Tai Yi, then looked at Hongjun.
Finally, with a reluctant expression, he said, " The Witch Clan obeys the decree of the Dao Ancestor."
He knew that the situation was hopeless.
Hongjun nodded, said no more, and his figure slowly faded away, leaving only his echoing voice reverberating in the Chaos:
" The Witch-Demon and Demon races shall each fulfill their duties and refrain from initiating further war."