Zhunti and Jieyin Enter the Demon Race

"That is... the will of Father God!" Primordial Heavenly Lord stared at the golden light, the divine light of order in his eyes rippling violently, his voice carrying an awe he could barely suppress. The Pangu Banner trembled of its own accord, the chaotic patterns on its surface resonating with the golden radiance, bursting forth with unprecedented brilliance.

The moment the golden light plunged into chaos, the entire Primordial World fell into sudden silence. No thunder, no surging air currents—only a single majestic will spanning past and present spread through the void. It was the vast power that split heaven from earth, the primordial principles that laid the foundation of the Primordial World. The chaotic clouds receded like a tide, and in the Heavenly Dao's colossal eye that stretched ten thousand miles, fear appeared for the first time—an instinctive reverence, the helplessness of a creation before its creator.

"Pangu... you still have a will left!" The Heavenly Dao's voice was no longer bone-chillingly cold; instead, it carried a tremor. Its chaotic eye contracted wildly, trying to muster power to resist, only to find its own principles as fragile as rotten wood before Pangu's will.

At that moment, immeasurable rainbow light descended from the nine heavens. Seven-colored principles wove into a vast canopy that covered the entire Primordial World. There was no earth-shattering sound, no cataclysmic force—only the four true words "The Great Dao Is Impartial," ringing through the cosmos like morning bells and evening drums, reaching deep into the primordial spirit of every living being. This was the Great Dao itself, arriving without a trace of emotion, bearing only absolute fairness and order.

The selfish consciousness born of the Heavenly Dao melted away like boiling water on snow beneath the Great Dao's rainbow radiance. Without even a chance to struggle, it was utterly erased. The colossal eye in the sky slowly dissipated, and the Heavenly Dao's net shattered into fragments of principles, re-merging into the Primordial World, restoring its original peace and justice. As the rhythm of the Dao flowed, only pure Heavenly Dao rules remained, no longer tainted by selfish desire.

"The Great Dao... has manifested." Nuwa gazed at the rainbow light filling the sky, gently wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth, her eyes filled with relief and reverence after surviving the calamity. The Mountain and River Diagram shrank on its own and flew back into her hand.

Hou Tu put away the Netherworld Seal, all the Netherworld Sha Qi retracting inward. She looked toward Buzhou Mountain and bowed: "Thank you for Father God's will's protection, and thank the Great Dao for its fairness."

The Sages all withdrew their treasures, standing in the void, bowing in unison toward Buzhou Mountain and the Great Dao in the nine heavens. Jiang He followed suit, bowing as well, his heart shaken beyond words—this was the lingering might of the great god Pangu, the majesty of the Great Dao, far beyond what any Sage could reach.

The rainbow light faded, and the Primordial World returned to clarity. Only the golden pillar of light atop Buzhou Mountain still stood, slowly nourishing the damaged foundation of the Primordial World.

"The Primordial World has suffered this great calamity—living beings have been devastated, mountains and rivers shattered. We must begin repairs immediately." Grand Pure Laozi spoke first, his tone steady as ever. The Taiji Diagram unfolded again, black and white energies spreading out, transforming into gentle power that began to smooth the cracks in the earth.

Nuwa nodded and cast the Mountain and River Diagram high into the sky. The life force within it poured down like spring rain, nourishing the barren land. Withered plants sprouted anew, broken mountains and rivers slowly healed, and the regions scorched by heavenly thunder and earthly fire gradually revived. "I will use the Power of Creation to restore all things and soothe all beings."

Hou Tu's body radiated dark light. The Netherworld Seal turned into a flowing stream and sank into the earth. The power of the Six Paths of Reincarnation spread out, guiding the souls that had fallen in the catastrophe and stabilizing the order of yin and yang. "I will regulate reincarnation, prevent restless spirits from causing chaos, and stabilize the foundation of the Primordial World."

Primordial Heavenly Lord waved his horsetail whisk, scattering countless principles of order. The disordered fragments of time and space were returned to their proper places. Collapsed cities and severed spiritual veins were reorganized under the pull of order's power. "I will reshape the Primordial World's structure with the Way of Order and clarify the laws of heaven and earth."

Sect Master Tongtian's Immortal Slaying Four Swords returned to their positions, their Sword Qi retracting and transforming into a sharp purifying force that cleansed the residual Sha Qi from the Primordial World. "Leave the creatures infected by baleful energy to me—saves trouble later!" As he spoke, the four swords turned into four streaks of light, darting across the Primordial World, slaying every Fierce Beast tainted by the Heavenly Dao's Sha Qi.

Jiang He didn't slack either. The True Sun Fire around him turned into a gentle golden curtain, covering the regions eroded by Sha Qi. The pure, ultimate yang of the Sun's origin power could cleanse all yin and evil. The damaged spiritual veins, nourished by the true fire, gradually regained their vitality. "This junior is willing to use the True Sun Fire to purify the Sha Qi and assist the Sages."

Each Sage took on their role, and under their joint efforts, the Primordial World gradually restored its former appearance. The sun, moon, and stars returned to their places; rivers and seas began to flow again. The living emerged from their fear, prostrating themselves in worship toward the Sages in the void.

Meanwhile, in the western Primordial World, the remnants of the Demon Race gathered at the edge of the former Demon Court, their morale at rock bottom. Di Jun wore a battered suit of armor, the River Map and Luo Book dim and lifeless. The Chaos Bell in Taiyi's hand was also covered in cracks. The two brothers stared at the Sages repairing the distant world, their eyes filled with despair.

"The tide has turned." Di Jun let out a long sigh, his voice hoarse. "The Heavenly Dao's schemes have failed. Our Demon Race's elite are all lost, all ten princes are dead. We can no longer contend with the Wu Race or the Sages." The ambition that once ruled the Primordial World had been utterly crushed in this catastrophe, leaving only the helplessness of a desperate struggle for survival.

Taiyi gripped the Chaos Bell, a flash of unwillingness in his eyes, but it ultimately faded into dejection: "Eldest Brother...!"

Di Jun knew what Taiyi wanted to say. He waved his hand and said: "The Sages have joined forces, and even the Heavenly Dao was suppressed. We are merely Quasi-Sages—how can we speak of domination? From now on, the Demon Race must shrink its power, stay in one corner, and cultivate well!"

Just as the Demon Race was sinking into despair, two streaks of light came from the west and landed before Di Jun and Taiyi. They were the two Sages, Zhunti and Jieyin. Their expressions were grim, and their auras were unstable, clearly bearing serious injuries from the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation.

"Brother Di Jun, Brother Taiyi, still in good health?" Zhunti made a bow and smiled, his tone carrying a hint of probing. "Now that the Primordial World's landscape is set, the Sages hold deep prejudice against my Western Religion and the Demon Race. If we don't band together, we'll likely be dealt with one by one."

Jieyin also spoke: "The Western Religion is willing to form an alliance with the Demon Race, sharing resources and facing the crisis together. We can retreat to the west, rely on the mountains and natural barriers, and recuperate. There may yet be a chance to rise again."

Di Jun and Taiyi exchanged a glance, both stirred. They knew well that the Demon Race was now like a bird startled by a bowstring. If they faced the Sages' reckoning alone, they would surely come to no good end. And though the Two Sages of the West were Sages, they had been disgraced by the Heavenly Dao and faced the same suppression. An alliance between them, though a temporary expedient, was the only path to survival.

"Fine!" Di Jun gritted his teeth and nodded. "From now on, the Demon Race and the Western Religion are allies. We will watch each other's backs and fight external enemies together!"

Taiyi also nodded: "If you two brothers treat us sincerely, the Demon Race will never betray you."

A flicker of joy passed through Zhunti and Jieyin's eyes. They quickly replied: "Brothers, rest assured. This alliance is made in good faith, without a single false word."

Thus, the two sides swore an oath. The remnants of the Demon Race and the disciples of the Western Religion gathered in the west. From then on, a new landscape emerged in the Primordial World: the Sages guarded the central realm, the Wu Race held the Netherworld, and the alliance of the Demon Race and the Western Religion occupied a corner.

Atop Buzhou Mountain, the golden light of Pangu's will gradually receded, merging back into the mountain's core. Buzhou Mountain regained its former steadiness. The Sages looked toward the western continent, sensing the Demon Race and the Western Religion coming together, but they did not interfere much.

"The Demon Race allying with the West is also part of the Heavenly Dao's cycle. No need to force it." Grand Pure Laozi spoke calmly. "The Primordial World has endured this calamity. It must rest and recover its strength."

Primordial Heavenly Lord flicked his whisk and said solemnly: "If they dare stir up trouble again, we can act then. For now, the priority is to stabilize the Primordial World's order and prevent further disasters."

Nuwa looked at the newly restored Primordial World, her eyes full of relief: "The living of the Primordial World have suffered through this calamity. They should be given time to breathe. I will stay in the Primordial World and continue to protect the Human Race and all living things."

Hou Tu nodded: "I must return to the Netherworld to perfect the Six Paths of Reincarnation, so that souls find their proper places and no longer disturb the mortal realm."

Sect Master Tongtian put away the Immortal Slaying Four Swords and laughed heartily: "I'll return to Biyou Palace and train my disciples on the side. If anything happens in the Primordial World in the future, my Biyou Palace disciples will surely be useful!"

Jiang He stood behind the Sages, feeling the vitality and peace of the Primordial World, his heart filled with countless emotions. After this battle, he had broken through to the late Quasi-Sage stage, but he had also nearly been killed by the Heavenly Dao. At this point, it was better to accumulate some Merit!

"Sages, this junior is willing to stay in the Primordial World, help cleanse the remaining Sha Qi, and guard the peace of one corner." Jiang He bowed.

Nuwa smiled slightly: "Good. Since you have this intention, go ahead. Your Sun Body will greatly benefit the Primordial World's recovery."

The Sages exchanged smiles and dispersed. In the Primordial World, sunlight once again fell, warming every inch of land. A calamity that had swept the Primordial World finally ended with the arrival of the Great Dao and the manifestation of Pangu.

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