Yuanshi Loses Face, The Bloody Battle of the Wu and Demon Clans, Hongjun's Schemes!

"Rumble!"

As the Pangu Banner descended, violent magic power enveloped the Martial Dao Stone Tablets, and terrifying thunderclouds suddenly gathered between heaven and earth.

The thunderclouds appeared out of thin air in the firmament above Kunlun Mountain, shimmering with a purple-black hue; it was the Purple Cloud Divine Lightning, a force even the saints dared not take head-on.

"Pfft!"

The Purple Cloud Divine Lightning easily pierced through the innate grand formation of Kunlun Mountain and struck Yuanshi, causing him to spray a mouthful of blood.

Laozi and Tongtian hurriedly maneuvered their respective spiritual treasures to protect themselves.

Fortunately, the Purple Cloud Divine Lightning was aimed solely at Yuanshi; the residual power was easily blocked by Laozi and Tongtian, given their strength and their use of top-grade innate spiritual treasures.

"Rumble!"

Before the Sanqing could react, the thunderclouds above Kunlun Mountain gathered eighty-one bolts of Purple Cloud Divine Lightning, brewing rapidly and ready to strike at any moment.

"Big Brother, Third Brother, save me!!"

With his eyes splitting in rage and terror, Yuanshi shouted without hesitation.

"Sigh."

With a sigh, Laozi and Tongtian acted simultaneously.

At this time, the Sanqing had not yet separated; despite their differences, the bond between the brothers remained strong, and they could not simply watch as Yuanshi perished.

"Heaven and Earth Mysterious Yellow Exquisite Pagoda, suppress!!"

"Immortal Execution Sword Formation, kill!!"

The Heaven and Earth Mysterious Yellow Exquisite Pagoda was a post-celestial merit supreme treasure condensed from Heaven-Opening Merit and Mysterious Yellow Qi.

Widely recognized as the number one defensive treasure in the Primordial World, the Heaven and Earth Mysterious Yellow Exquisite Pagoda could even withstand the sword qi of the Immortal Execution Sword Formation.

The Immortal Execution Sword Formation was acknowledged as the strongest group-killing formation, unbreakable unless four saints joined forces.

Its sword qi could sever the physical bodies of saints, extinguish all laws, and slaughter ten thousand immortals.

With Yuanshi hurriedly retracting his Pangu Banner, the power of the Purple Cloud Divine Lightning was weakened by more than ninety percent through these layers of defense.

The final ten percent struck Yuanshi, leaving him charred and vomiting blood incessantly.

However, because the Pangu Banner had been retracted, the Great Dao thunder magic dissipated, and the crisis was resolved.

"Regardless of what happens outside, you must hurry and comprehend the Primordial Violet Qi; attaining the Dao and becoming a saint is the most urgent matter right now!"

Sweeping his gaze over Yuanshi, Laozi rebuked him in an irrefutable tone.

"Once I attain the Dao and become a saint, I will surely avenge today's humiliation!"

"Martial Dao is nothing but a heretical path!!"

His eyes filled with anger and his heart stifled, Yuanshi had no choice but to forcibly suppress his chaotic emotions and begin comprehending the Primordial Violet Qi.

Buzhou Mountain, the endless abyss, Pangu Temple.

"That fool Yuanshi actually has the nerve to call himself the orthodox successor of Father God; he is a disgrace."

"But precisely because of Yuanshi's recklessness, we can at least confirm that the Martial Dao cannot be destroyed, or else one will suffer the Great Dao Thunder Tribulation."

The Twelve Ancestral Witches gathered, and Xuanming, the Ancestral Witch of Ice, spoke first.

"Big Brother, this Martial Dao cultivates both the internal and external, even capable of strengthening the physical body to the level of our clan's Great Witches!"

"If the Demon Race obtains the method of Martial Dao, I fear our clan will face a great catastrophe."

Zhujiuyin, the second-ranked Ancestral Witch of Time, frowned and spoke with extreme solemnity.

"Since we cannot destroy the Martial Dao Stone Tablets, we can only prevent the Demon Race from comprehending them."

"Gonggong, Zhurong, take the Great Witches of your respective tribes, along with the King Witches (Taiyi) and Marquis Witches (Golden Immortal), to intercept and kill any members of the Demon Race attempting to comprehend the Martial Dao Stone Tablets."

Without hesitation, Dijiang, the Ancestral Witch of Space, issued a grim order.

"Yes, Big Brother!"

Zhurong, the Ancestral Witch of Fire, and Gonggong, the Ancestral Witch of Water—those two bellicose individuals—immediately accepted the order with fanaticism and rushed out of Pangu Temple.

Thirty-three Heavens, Lingxiao Treasure Hall.

"The physical bodies of the Witch Clan are powerful and have always been a thorn in the side of our Demon Race."

"The method of Martial Dao cultivates both the internal and external."

"If our Demon Race cultivates it, wouldn't we be able to stand on equal footing with the Witch Clan below the level of the Ancestral Witches in terms of physical strength?"

"Go, Imperial Brother, arrange for our Demon Race beings to all go and comprehend the Martial Dao Stone Tablets!"

Without hesitation, Demon Emperor Dijun immediately grasped the benefits of the Martial Dao Stone Tablets and issued the order in haste.

"Yes, Imperial Brother!"

Eastern Emperor Taiyi hurriedly accepted the order.

Consequently, the Demon Race sought to cultivate the Martial Dao Stone Tablets, while the Witch Clan forbade them from doing so.

The Witch and Demon Clans, who had previously only engaged in minor frictions, began to slaughter each other with increasing intensity because of the Martial Dao Stone Tablets.

Both sides deployed armies of at least ten million, fighting madly as the aura of the tribulation between heaven and earth climbed sharply.

For tens of thousands of years, unless a Demon Race faction had a Quasi-Saint presiding over it, any other demons who dared to attempt to comprehend the Martial Dao Stone Tablets were slaughtered to the last by the Witch Clan.

As far as the eye could see, the eastern part of the Primordial World near Buzhou Mountain was littered with corpses, and the Demon Race was completely on the back foot.

"Bastards, is the Witch Clan trying to trigger an all-out war ahead of schedule?"

"Then let's fight!"

"Kunpeng, Xi Huang, Baize, Yingzhao..."

"Lead hundreds of millions of demon troops yourselves and strike back hard; we must comprehend the Martial Dao Stone Tablets!"

With the Demon Race suffering heavy casualties, Demon Emperor Dijun was furious.

With the mobilization of Kunpeng, Fuxi, and the Ten Great Demon Sages, the Demon Race was finally able to stand on equal footing with the Witch Clan.

The fighting was too tragic, with members of the Demon Race and Witch Clan falling at every moment.

If this continued, neither the Witch nor the Demon Clans could endure it.

Thus, both sides, along with the myriad races and rogue cultivators, reached a tacit understanding and chose to divide the twelve Martial Dao Stone Tablets among themselves.

The Demon Race controlled four, the Witch Clan controlled four, and the myriad races and rogue cultivators jointly controlled the remaining four.

The range covered by the Martial Dao Stone Tablets was limited after all; if the Witch and Demon Clans intercepted others further away, it would not trigger the suppression of the Martial Dao Stone Tablets.

After finishing their comprehension of the Martial Dao Stone Tablets, one would eventually have to leave.

Therefore, after dividing the twelve Martial Dao Stone Tablets according to their respective strengths, the Primordial World fell into a rare state of calm.

All races were actively comprehending the Martial Dao.

The benefit of this was that the Martial Dao luck on Huang Tian surged rapidly.

The Human Emperor Sword, an Innate Supreme Treasure that originally had forty-nine restrictions, transformed into an Innate Supreme Treasure with fifty restrictions, comparable to the level of the three great treasures of the Creation.

Jade Capital Mountain, Purple Cloud Palace.

Hongjun, with his white hair and youthful face, woke up from his meditation once again, suppressing the anger in his heart.

Time in the Primordial World is immeasurable.

Recently, the Primordial World had been undergoing constant, massive changes, which was equivalent to waking up someone who was exhausted to the point of exploding every few minutes.

Even with Hongjun's cultivation of temperament, it was difficult to hide his rage.

"Martial Dao? It has developed so quickly that it can actually stand on par with my Immortal Dao!"

Acting with caution, Hongjun performed a divination and could not help but be astonished.

The Immortal Dao was a trap he and the Heavenly Dao had jointly devised for all living beings in the Primordial World.

That the Martial Dao had actually broken the monopoly of the Immortal Dao was inconceivable!

"But who exactly is this anomaly?"

Having divined the threat of the Martial Dao, Hongjun wanted to kill the First Ancestor of Martial Dao, but he lacked the means to do so.

Without a target, he could hardly slaughter the entire Primordial World.

"I cannot find the person, and the Martial Dao Stone Tablets cannot be destroyed."

"Sigh, forget it. If the luck is a little less, so be it; it just means the speed of merging with the Dao will be a bit slower."

"In any case, once the Sanqing and the others successively attain the Dao, the luck of the Immortal Dao will surge again, so this little bit of lost time is nothing."

Helpless, Hongjun chose to continue merging with the Dao.

Ever since the Dao-Demon Conflict, Hongjun had been colluding with the Heavenly Dao.

After laying out his plans for endless years, Nuwa had now become a Saint, meaning the matter was more than half successful.

What followed would be a natural progression, waiting for the Sanqing to become Saints, and for Jieyin and Zhunti to become Saints.

This was already the grand trend, and no one could stop it.

As everyone knew, beneath the Saints, all are ants.

Though the Martial Dao was strong, its time was too short.

A Martial Dao without a Saint presiding over it could only be considered a slightly larger ant.

It was not to be feared!