The Anti-Demon Alliance's Reaction, Hongyun Leaves the Mountain

Outside the Blood Sea, turbid waves churned with scarlet demonic aura. The main camp of the Anti-Demon Alliance sprawled across a vast plain, military tents scattered in chaotic disarray. Brahma stood atop the highest observation platform within the hall, clutching a freshly received communication jade talisman. The blood-colored pupils unique to the Asura Race gleamed with excitement, and the Asura Cloak behind him snapped loudly in the bloody wind.

"Bai Ze and Eastern Emperor Taiyi are pinned down by the Human Race. The demon troops on the Blood Sea front have been pulled back by more than half. This is the perfect moment for a surprise attack!" Brahma turned, his voice ringing with authority. "Old Ancestor Minghe says to wait and see, but the window of opportunity is fleeting! If we can crush Bai Ze's forces, all the tribes beyond the Blood Sea will link up and fall under the Alliance's control. Then we march east, join the Dragon Clan and Human Race to encircle the Demon Race—the entire Primordial World's landscape will be rewritten!"

The tribal leaders standing below murmured among themselves. One demon general with a wolf's head and a human body spoke gravely, "Lord Brahma, though the Demon Race has pulled back troops, they still have five Quasi-Sages guarding the Blood Sea. Bai Ze is unmatched in strategy—a rash attack risks an ambush. Besides, Demon Master Kunpeng was recently hunted by the Demon Race and suffered heavy losses. He hasn't stated his position yet. We..."

"Kunpeng?" Brahma sneered, his fingertip tracing the Asura Blade at his waist. "If he dared to send troops, he'd have shown up by now! When the Demon Race hunted him back then, who stood up for him? Now he has the perfect chance for revenge, yet he still cowers in his cave, clinging to life. Such a coward doesn't deserve to share our grand plans!"

As his words fell, hurried footsteps sounded outside the hall. An Asura Scout bowed and reported, "My Lord! Unusual activity detected on the Blood Sea's outer perimeter. The Demon Race is mobilizing troops on a large scale—their formation suggests they're reinforcing Blackwater Bay. Bai Ze intends to lead the troops personally!"

A sharp gleam flashed in Brahma's eyes. "Excellent! With Bai Ze gone, only Taiyi is left to hold the Blood Sea defense line! Taiyi is no Bai Ze. If we can lure him out, we might just crush the Demon army in one fell swoop!"

"As you command!" The tribal leaders answered in unison, turning to deploy their forces. Only Brahma remained in the hall, a confident smirk curling at the corner of his mouth.

Meanwhile, within Wuzhuang Temple, beside the spirit spring under the Ginseng Fruit Tree, Zhenyuanzi stared at Hongyun, who was determined to leave, his face as grim as iron. Clutching an Innate Spiritual Treasure in his hand, he said heavily, "Daoist Hongyun, the Primordial World is in chaos now. The Demon Race and Human Race are locked in fierce battle, and all the Great Experts are scheming in the shadows. You carry the Primordial Violet Qi—this journey will be fraught with danger. Why rush into trouble?"

Hongyun wore a crimson robe, his face honest but his eyes resolute. He flicked his horsetail whisk and smiled, "Daoist Zhenyuanzi, we've known each other for years. Don't you know my restless nature? Wuzhuang Temple is fine, but it's too quiet. Now that the Primordial World is shifting, wouldn't it be a shame not to see it for myself? Besides, with the Human and Demon Races at war, if I can mediate, perhaps fewer lives will be lost."

"Do you think others covet your ability to mediate?" Zhenyuanzi urged. "The Primordial Violet Qi is the foundation for attaining sainthood. Countless Great Experts in the Primordial World dream of it. Once you step out, you'll become a target for everyone! Back when you attended the lectures at Purple Cloud Palace, you already earned enemies. If you go out alone now and fall into an ambush, the consequences are unthinkable!"

Hongyun waved his hand, his tone carefree. "The Great Dao is in heaven; life and death are fated. The Primordial Violet Qi is fine, but it's not something to be forced. If someone comes for it, I, Hongyun, am not necessarily afraid. Say no more, Daoist—my mind is made up." With that, he turned into a streak of red light, broke through Wuzhuang Temple's barrier, and sped toward the Eastern Sea.

Zhenyuanzi watched his retreating figure and let out a heavy sigh. The Innate Spiritual Treasure in his hand trembled slightly, his eyes full of worry. He knew that Hongyun's departure would stir up a massive storm in the Primordial World.

The moment Hongyun left, a Human Race disciple dressed in green robes within Wuzhuang Temple quietly took out a pitch-black Communication Ring and sent a message: Hongyun, ignoring Master Zhenyuanzi's dissuasion, has left Wuzhuang Temple and is heading toward the Eastern Sea.

On the other end of the ring, Jiang He was discussing military matters with Ao Guang in the Undersea Camp beneath the Eastern Sea. His heart tightened at the news. Setting down the map, he said gravely, "Hongyun... he chose to emerge now." Ao Guang's expression shifted as well. "Hongyun carries the Primordial Violet Qi—everyone in the Primordial World knows it. Once he shows himself, those dormant Great Experts won't be able to hold back any longer."

Jiang He's fingers traced the bronze military token, a flicker of gravity in his eyes. "Notify Bai Qi to speed up clearing the Demon Race from Blackwater Bay. At the same time, closely monitor movements across the Primordial World. Report immediately if any Great Expert stirs. Also, order all Human Race outposts to secretly track Hongyun's movements—under no circumstances reveal their identities."

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Across the Primordial World, undercurrents surged. Deep within a great immortal mountain, a blurry figure gazed in the direction Hongyun had left, greed flashing in its eyes. At the foot of Buzhou Mountain, a Great Expert cloaked in black robes appeared silently, a sinister smile curling at his lips.

Everyone knew that Hongyun's emergence meant the Primordial Violet Qi had reappeared. A struggle for the chance at sainthood was about to unfold across this war-torn Primordial World.

The surface of Blackwater Bay was no longer calm. Turbid waves like ink rolled with scarlet demonic aura and biting Geng Jin Sha Qi, weaving a violent net of energy between heaven and earth.

The ruins of the Water God Mansion still stood in the middle of the great river, the halls covered in a thick demonic barrier that shimmered with a blue light. Demon Saint Ji Meng's figure was faintly visible behind the barrier. Clad in scale armor, he held Water-Dividing Spikes, surrounded by surging water vapor, his sinister gaze fixed on the approaching allied fleet on the sea.

"Boom—"

A thunderous roar shook the land. Demon Saint Qin Yuan's reinforcements finally broke through the White Tiger Legion's outer defenses. Qin Yuan's body was as massive as a mountain, with seven-colored venomous wings on his back. He spat venom needles like a rainstorm toward the Human Race warships—each needle carried demonic power that corroded souls. Where they struck the bronze warships, black holes instantly corroded open. Behind him, demon soldiers surged like a tide, howling as they clashed with the Human Race soldiers clad in Black Iron Heavy Armor. The clash of blades, screams, and roars wove into a hellish tableau.

"Daoist Ji Meng, this Saint has come to aid you!" Qin Yuan's voice exploded like thunder. He flapped his venomous wings, stirring up a cloud of poison mist as he charged toward the Water God Mansion's barrier.

"Perfect timing!" A fierce light flashed in Ji Meng's eyes. He swung his Water-Dividing Spikes, and the seawater around the Water God Mansion suddenly swelled, forming dozens of water dragons as thick as barrels that roared toward the allied forces.

At that moment, three golden dragon shadows burst from the seabed, their draconic might overwhelming the demonic malevolence. Leading them was the Dragon Clan's Grand Elder Ao Cang, clad in golden battle armor with majestic dragon horns, wielding a Sea-Splitting Spear. He roared, "Qin Yuan, Ji Meng—today is the day you die!"

Ao Yuan and Ao Yan followed close behind. Ao Yuan held the Water-Calming Pearl, surrounded by swirling water vapor that calmed the surging seas wherever he passed. Ao Yan bore the Dark Water Shield, its surface engraved with Dragon Clan runes, radiating a heavy defensive aura. The three Dragon Clan Quasi-Sages stood shoulder to shoulder, their draconic might intertwining into an invisible pressure that struck fear into the demon soldiers, slowing their assault.

"The Dragon Clan actually sent three Quasi-Sages!" Qin Yuan frowned, flapping his venomous wings faster. "But if you think you can keep this Saint here, you're not enough!"

Before his words faded, Qin Yuan dove sharply, his seven-colored wings fanning out countless venom blades that transformed into venomous snakes, hissing as they lunged at Ao Cang. Ao Cang snorted, twisting his Sea-Splitting Spear. Golden dragon qi burst from the spear tip, forming a phantom spear that swept out, shattering all the venom blades. The spear's momentum didn't stop, driving straight for Qin Yuan's heart. The fierce spear wind tore apart the surrounding poison mist.

A flicker of surprise crossed Qin Yuan's eyes. He dodged to avoid the fatal blow, and the venomous spines on his wings suddenly lengthened, stabbing toward Ao Cang. Ao Cang didn't dodge. His Sea-Splitting Spear spun like a dragon, the dragon qi around it forming a protective barrier. The spines struck with a series of sharp clinks, unable to harm him at all.

Ao Cang's Sea-Splitting Spear danced like a dragon serpent, golden dragon qi tearing through the sky. Each swing carried the force to shatter mountains and split seas. Qin Yuan's seven-colored venomous wings were already torn with several wounds from the dragon qi, and the poison mist struggled to spread under the crushing draconic might. "The Demon Race's fortune is spent! Your stubborn resistance is futile!" Ao Cang bellowed, his spear aimed at Qin Yuan's brow. The dragon qi at the spear tip condensed into a golden dragon phantom that roared toward its foe. With no room to evade, Qin Yuan could only channel his natal demonic essence, folding his wings into a shield. But the golden dragon phantom smashed it to pieces, sending him flying like a broken kite, blood spraying from his mouth.