The Witch-Demon War Begins

A cataclysmic war that swept across the Great Desolation was about to erupt on Dijun's wedding night!

Above the Heavenly Court, the lingering echoes of the Heavenly Wedding ceremony had yet to dissipate.

The immortal music gradually faded, and the auspicious mists had not yet dispersed.

The assembled immortals and gods saw that the ceremony was complete, merit had descended, the Demon Clan's prestige had greatly increased, and with the Ancestral Witches' disruption during the day, the atmosphere was delicate.

Those with active minds had already begun to consider leaving.

Zhenyuanzi and Old Ancestor Hongyun exchanged a glance, then rose and cupped their hands towards Dijun, Nuwa, and the others.

"Congratulations to His Majesty the Heavenly Emperor and Empress Nuwa! The Heavenly Wedding is complete, merit is fulfilled. We two humble cultivators shall take our leave."

Although Dijun was reluctant to leave this moment that showcased the Heavenly Court's majesty, he also knew that forcing them to stay would be futile. He smiled and agreed.

Jieyin and Zhunti from the West also chanted Buddhist mantras, their faces showing compassion: "The karma here is concluded. We humble cultivators bid farewell."

"Safe travels, fellow Daoists," Dijun nodded.

Old Ancestor Minghe had long since transformed into a streak of blood-red light and silently fled.

The Demon Master Kunpeng, his face grim, also retreated with the other demon generals.

Dao Xuan also rose and bowed to Dijun, Taiyi, Nuwa, and the others.

"Congratulations to Your Majesty and Empress! I too must return to my mountain to report and take my leave."

"Farewell, Dao Xuan," Dijun was quite courteous to this chief disciple of the Three Pure Ones.

Dao Xuan mounted the Five Spirit Qilin and transformed into a five-colored stream of light, leaving the South Heavenly Gate and heading straight for Kunlun.

The grand spectacle of the Heavenly Court gradually blurred behind him, leaving only the brilliant golden light of the Lingxiao Treasure Hall.

However, Dao Xuan's heart was clear: beneath this brilliance, undercurrents surged, and murderous intent lay hidden.

"On his wedding night, in the bridal chamber... how could the Witch Clan simply let this go?"

The Five Spirit Qilin's pace was extremely fast. In a short while, the majestic Kunlun was already in sight.

Dao Xuan brought the cloud down and headed directly for the Eight Sceneries Palace.

Inside the palace, the Three Pure Ones still sat on their cloud beds, their auras ethereal, as if they had never moved.

"Disciple Dao Xuan pays respects to Master and my two Martial Uncles."

"How was the Heavenly Wedding?" Sect Master Tongtian, being the most impatient, asked first.

Dao Xuan recounted the grand occasion of the Heavenly Wedding, the Ancestral Witches' interception, Taiyi's solo battle against three witches, Nuwa presiding over the ceremony, the descent of merit, Dijun's breakthrough to the late Quasi-Saint stage, Nuwa's beheading of her good corpse, and Xihe and Changxi's advancement to the mid-Quasi-Saint stage, detailing each event.

The Three Pure Ones listened, their expressions varied.

Sect Master Tongtian clapped his hands and laughed heartily: "Hahaha! Wonderful! That Taiyi fellow, with the Chaos Bell in hand, is indeed magnificent! Fighting three at once without falling behind! Dijun even broke through because of this. The Demon Clan's prestige has soared this time! Those twelve brutes are probably fuming!"

Primordial Heavenly Venerate, however, frowned slightly, his tone calm yet with a hint of detachment:

"Dijun used the Heavenly Wedding to gather momentum. Although he gained a temporary advantage, his foundation ultimately lies in destiny. How can the barbaric Witch Clan allow him to be at peace? This surge in strength, while seemingly like a raging fire, actually buries the roots of disaster. Extreme prosperity leads to decline; this is the ultimate principle of the Heavenly Dao."

Grand Pure One Laozi, who had been closing his eyes, slowly opened them. His gaze was as deep as an abyss, and his voice was as calm as a still ancient well:

"Yin and yang clash, calamity and destiny arise together. The conflict between the Witches and Demons is the manifestation of a great calamity for heaven and earth. Dijun seizing this opportunity is also a link in the calamity. Fortune hides misfortune, and misfortune carries fortune. We need only watch the situation unfold."

Dao Xuan bowed: "Master, Martial Uncles, your insights are clear. This disciple observed that the Ancestral Witches of the Witch Clan, though they retreated today, their malevolence has not subsided. I fear they will not let this matter rest."

"Hmph!" Sect Master Tongtian snorted, "It would be even better if they dared to come! It would be perfect to let the Witch and Demon clans fight to their hearts' content!"

Primordial Heavenly Venerate glanced at him: "Third Brother, speak cautiously. This is the karma between the Witches and Demons. We cultivators should avoid it and not be tainted by the aura of calamity."

Laozi nodded slightly and closed his eyes again, remaining silent.

Dao Xuan also said no more, standing quietly to the side, understanding the Three Pure Ones' attitudes.

Sect Master Tongtian was fond of fighting and enjoyed lively events, happily witnessing the Demon Clan's increase in strength.

Primordial Heavenly Venerate valued roots and order; he held no particular fondness for either the Witches or Demons and leaned towards following the Heavenly Dao, observing coldly from the sidelines.

Grand Pure One Laozi practiced non-action, understood karma, and believed everything was a cycle of calamity.

Dao Xuan himself leaned more towards the views of Primordial Heavenly Venerate and Laozi.

A surge in power often brought greater ambition and more intense conflict.

Just as Kunlun Mountain was enveloped in tranquility, with the Three Pure Ones discussing the Dao and Dao Xuan in quiet contemplation.

On the Great Desolation, below Buzhou Mountain, malevolent energy soared to the heavens, and war drums thundered!

Before the Pangu Hall.

The true bodies of the Twelve Ancestral Witches stood tall, their malevolent energy condensing into tangible black clouds!

Dijiang (Space Ancestral Witch) stood at the forefront, his voice resounding in the hearts of every Witch Clan warrior:

"You Demon Clan whelps, you stole the Heavenly Court and today you flaunt your power through this Heavenly Wedding, utterly humiliating our Witch Clan!"

"If this hatred is not avenged, we are unworthy of Pangu's bloodline!"

"Warriors! Follow me—smash through the South Heavenly Gate! Overturn Dijun's bridal bed!"

"Roar—!!!"

Billions of Witch Clan warriors roared in unison, their sonic waves tearing through the clouds and shaking the mountains and rivers of the Great Desolation!

Hundreds of Great Witches, like stars surrounding the moon, clustered around the Twelve Ancestral Witches!

There was:

Xing Tian: Ten thousand feet tall, with his breasts as eyes and his navel as his mouth, wielding a Gan Qi (giant axe and shield), his battle intent soaring to the heavens! The malevolent energy surrounding him condensed, as if an ancient god of war had been resurrected!

Hou Yi: Lithe and agile, with an ancient, unadorned great bow on his back. Divine arrows in his quiver faintly gleamed with a cold light. His gaze was as sharp as an eagle's, locked onto the heavens above!

Jiu Feng: A human face with a bird's body, possessing nine heads. Her feathers were vibrant, and wind and fire followed her, her sharp cries piercing metal and shattering stone!

Feng Bo: A human face with a deer's body, a single horn growing from its head. With a single breath, winds from ten thousand miles converged, transforming into world-destroying gales!

Yu Shi: Shaped like a giant python with a single horn on its head. With every sway, torrential rain poured down, and floods raged!

And more, Xiang Liu, Kuafu, Chi You (possibly a Great Witch at this time), and others, each with blood essence like dragons and imposing malevolent energy, all terrifying existences capable of moving mountains and filling seas!

Led by the Twelve Ancestral Witches, this torrent of pure power and overwhelming malevolent energy surged upwards from the earth!

The pillar-like body of Buzhou Mountain seemed to become their ladder to the heavens!

Billions of Witch Clan warriors trod the earth, running like thunder, kicking up clouds of dust. Malevolent energy condensed into clouds, obscuring the sun, moon, and stars, charging straight towards the Demon Clan's Heavenly Court thirty-three heavens away!

Wherever they passed, mountains and rivers shattered, and all living beings hid!

Heavenly Court, Lingxiao Treasure Hall.

Red candles burned brightly, and the festive atmosphere had yet to dissipate.

Dijun was about to enter the bridal chamber with Changxi and Xihe to enjoy this long-overdue wedding night.

Suddenly, the alarm bells outside the South Heavenly Gate rang out! Urgent and piercing!

"Report—!!!"

A Heavenly General scrambled into the hall, his face ashen:

"Reporting to Your Majesty! Disaster! The Witch Clan... the Witch Clan has emerged in full force! Led by the Twelve Ancestral Witches, with hundreds of Great Witches and billions of Witch soldiers, they are charging towards the South Heavenly Gate! The malevolent energy... the malevolent energy has already reached the Ninth Heaven!"

"What?!"

The tenderness on Dijun's face instantly turned to fury! On his wedding night, to be disturbed repeatedly, even a clay figurine would have some temper!

"Witch Clan barbarians! How dare they bully me like this!"

He shoved the hall doors open violently. His imperial robes billowed as if in a wind, and the Solar True Fire erupted, illuminating the area outside the hall as if it were daylight!

"Issue my decree! Sound the Demon Gathering Bell! Summon all Demon Gods and Demon Marshals! Muster all Demon Soldiers and Demon Generals! Prepare to meet the enemy!"

"Second Brother! Fellow Daoist Fuxi! Both Ladies! Prepare for battle quickly!"

Taiyi, Fuxi, Xihe, and Changxi instantly appeared beside Dijun, their faces grave, their killing intent palpable.

Taiyi's Chaos Bell hummed in his hand, Mysterious Yellow Qi flowing around it. "Brother, rest assured! Today, we will ensure these barbarians have no way to return!"

Taiyi then looked around and found Kunpeng missing. He knew the latter must have hidden himself.

Although Taiyi and Dijun were filled with rage, they could only suppress it for now, intending to settle the score with Kunpeng later.

Beside them, Xihe and Changxi also summoned their magical treasures. The moonlight was clear and cold, complementing Dijun's Solar True Fire.

Bai Ze, Ji Meng, Ying Zhao, Fei Lian, Jiu Ying, Gui Che, Shang Yang, Qin Yuan, Ci Tie, and Fei Dan, the ten great Demon Marshals, arrived instantly at the sound of the bell!

Following closely!

Dong dong dong dong—!

The muffled yet grand sound of the Demon Gathering Bell echoed through the thirty-three heavens!

Countless demon clouds rose from all parts of the Heavenly Court and the four seas and eight directions of the Great Desolation!

There were Golden-Winged Great Pengs that blotted out the sun!

Flocks of Fire Crows that burned the sky with flames!

Mysterious Snake formations that pierced the bone with cold!

Ten Thousand Poison Peaks emitting pervasive poison!

Mysterious Turtle tribes with shells like mountains!

The Qing Luan tribe, swift as the wind...

Dragon roars and phoenix cries, tiger growls and ape shrieks!

Tens of millions of Demon Soldiers and Demon Generals, led by their respective Demon Kings and Demon Sages, converged outside the South Heavenly Gate like a hundred rivers returning to the sea!

Banners waved, and demonic energy surged to the heavens! They clashed head-on with the overwhelming malevolent energy surging from below!

At the peak of Buzhou Mountain, where the sky met the earth.

On one side, golden light radiated in myriad streams, auspicious energy flowed in thousands of threads, immortal palaces and pavilions floated, and millions of demon soldiers arrayed themselves. Demonic energy condensed like leaden clouds. Dijun, Taiyi, Fuxi, Nuwa (though not directly participating, their auras were connected), Xihe, Changxi, and the ten great Demon Marshals stood in the clouds, their might pressing down upon the universe!

Above Dijun's head, the River Diagram and Luo Book floated and sank, evolving the Stars of the Heavens.

Taiyi held the Chaos Bell, and Mysterious Yellow Qi descended.

Fuxi played his zither, and illusory Bagua symbols flowed around him.

Xihe and Changxi, the sun and moon essence wheels, circled them.

The Demon Generals each held their divine weapons, exuding a palpable killing intent.

On the other side, killing intent was like ink, and blood essence was like a sea! The true bodies of the Twelve Ancestral Witches stood tall, like twelve ancient demonic mountains!

Behind them, hundreds of Great Witches were like a constellation of stars, and the myriad Witch Clan warriors formed battle formations, their blood essence rising like smoke signals straight into the heavens, dyeing half the sky a dark red!

Dijiang distorted space with his spatial powers.

Zhurong's flames burned the sky.

Gonggong's giant waves surged.

Houtu's Earthen power was thick and heavy.

Jumang's Wood element brought life (yet filled with killing intent).

Rushou's Metal element was sharp.

Shebishi's weather changed unpredictably.

Xuanming's ice was bone-chilling.

Tianwu's gale winds howled.

Qiangliang's lightning struck with immense force.

Xizi's electric snakes danced wildly.

Zhu Jiuyin's power of time was obscure and unclear.

Xing Tian danced with his shield and axe, Hou Yi drew his divine bow, Jiu Feng roared in the sky, Feng Bo stirred the clouds, and Yu Shi summoned the rain!

The two most powerful forces in the Great Desolation, at the peak of this Pillar of Heaven and Earth, confronted each other with a roar!

The air solidified, laws became chaotic, and even Buzhou Mountain trembled slightly!

"Dijiang! You barbarians! You disturbed my grand wedding in broad daylight, and I spared you because the timing was auspicious!

Yet tonight, you dare lead your troops to attack the Heavenly Court and ruin my wedding night! Do you truly believe I won't exterminate your entire Witch Clan?!"

Dijun's voice was icy, containing boundless imperial rage, echoing through the cosmos.

"Hahahaha!" Dijiang laughed heartily, his voice shaking the nine heavens.

"Little Dijun! Stop putting on airs of the Heavenly Emperor in front of Grandpa! Your Demon Clan stole the Heavenly Court, acting against the natural order, and today you're using that so-called Heavenly Marriage to show off your might!

Grandpa just doesn't like you! We're here to 'congratulate' you and crash your wedding night! What can you do about it?!"

"You court death!"

Taiyi roared, and the Chaos Bell shone brightly!

"Enough nonsense! Kill!" Zhurong, with the most explosive temper, let out a furious roar. His ten-thousand-zhang true body shattered the void, his fists ignited with world-burning flames, transforming into two roaring fire dragons that lunged straight for the Demon Clan's formation!

"Kill!!!"

"Destroy these Demon Clan barbarians!"

"Tear them to shreds!"

From the Witch Clan's formation, millions of warriors roared in unison, their killing intent erupting like a breached dam of black floodwaters, crashing towards the Demon Clan's great army!

"My sons! Follow me to fight the enemy! Defend the Heavenly Court!" Dijun's hair stood on end in fury. The River Diagram and Luo Script unfurled, and the power of the Stars of the Heavens descended!

"Kill!"

"Destroy these barbarians who only have muscles and no brains!"

The Demon Clan's millions-strong army seethed with demonic energy. They each displayed their divine abilities, magical treasures, and innate demonic arts, transforming into a multicolored torrent of destruction that met the Witch Clan!

Rumble—!!!

Heaven and earth lost their color, the sun and moon lost their light!

The summit of Buzhou Mountain instantly became the most tragic battlefield of Asuras!

The Witch Clan warriors, with their incomparably robust bodies and immense strength, wielded giant axes, bone clubs, and stone spears, directly clashing with the Demon Clan's magical treasures and divine abilities!

They were often blasted into bloody messes by spells, yet they feared no death, exchanging injuries for injuries, and life for life! Their killing intent eroded the spiritual light of the magical treasures.

The Demon Clan soldiers either spat flames and ice, released deadly curses, wielded flying swords and magical treasures, or used their innate divine abilities for long-range bombardment!

Demonic clouds rolled, forming great formations in an attempt to trap and kill the Witches. However, the Witches' blood essence was like a furnace, and their killing intent shattered all methods, often forcefully breaking through the formations!

The battles between the Great Witches and the Demon Sages and Demon Kings were even more earth-shattering!

Xing Tian danced with his shield and axe, his giant axe splitting mountains, his shield shaking the earth. He fought several Demon Sages alone, becoming covered in blood, yet his fighting spirit only grew more fervent! He roared, "Fight! Fight! Fight!"

Hou Yi stood in the distance, his bow like a full moon, his arrows like shooting stars! Brilliant arrow lights tore through the sky, specifically targeting Demon Clan generals and formation nodes! With every arrow shot, a great demon would fall or a great formation would waver!

Jiu Feng's nine heads roared in unison, spewing wind, fire, and poisonous mist, engulfing a patch of demonic clouds and burning countless demon soldiers to screams as they fell!

Feng Bo stirred up world-ending gales, and Yu Shi rained down bone-corroding poison, their coordination seamless!

The Demon Generals were also no ordinary foes.

Ji Meng controlled water, stirring up the Heavenly River to surge backward and wash over the Witch soldiers.

Ying Zhao commanded the wind, his speed like lightning, his claws sharp, tearing apart the bodies of Great Witches.

Fei Lian's wind blades were like knives, cutting through the void.

Jiu Ying's nine heads spewed forth poisonous smoke of water and fire, covering a large area of the battlefield.

Gui Che's ghostly cries and divine howls, their sound waves shattering divine souls.

Shang Yang foresaw fortune and disaster, directing the battle with composure.

Qin Yuan's poisonous needles rained down, impossible to defend against.

Ci Tie swallowed metal and iron, gnawing and shattering the Witch clan's weapons.

Fei Dan's poisonous mist permeated, corroding the Witch clan's physical bodies.

Both sides fought with bloodshot eyes, flesh and blood flying, severed limbs and broken arms falling like raindrops onto Buzhou Mountain!

Every moment, thousands upon thousands of Witch and Demon warriors perished, their vital essence spilling onto the land, their resentment soaring to the nine heavens!

And the most crucial battlefield was the Quasi-Saint level battle between the Twelve Ancestral Witches and Dijun, Taiyi, Fuxi, Xihe, and Changxi!

Dijiang weaved through space, appearing and disappearing, his sharp claws tearing through the void as he lunged at Dijun!

Dijun, with the River Diagram and Luo Shu above his head and the Stars of the Heavens protecting his body, transformed his Solar True Fire into a divine Golden Crow bird, engaging Dijiang in a fierce struggle!

Zhurong's flames burned the sky, his sea of fire surging, directly attacking Xihe!

Xihe let out a cold snort, her Moon Essence Wheel transforming into a cold, clear moon, its moonlight like a waterfall, freezing all flames! Changxi also provided support from the side, their combined Sun and Moon Essence Wheels doubling their power!

Gonggong stirred up immeasurable heavy water, the monstrous waves surging, engulfing Changxi!

Taiyi let out a cold hum, and the Chaos Bell vibrated!

"Dong--"

The bell's chime was vast, its Mysterious Yellow sound waves spreading, forcefully stopping the immeasurable heavy water and smoothing it out!

"Gonggong! Your opponent is me!" Taiyi, holding his bell, charged forward, his fist seals like the great sun hanging in the sky, directly clashing with Gonggong's heavy punches!

Houtu's Earthly Yellow Divine Fist smashed down like a mountain, incredibly heavy!

Fuxi played his Fuxi Qin, the Eight Trigrams flowing, evolving the wind, thunder, water, fire, mountain, and lake of heaven and earth, forming a massive array that dissolved Houtu's power layer by layer, nullifying it!

Jumang's Wood God Light swept out, his life force transforming into boundless, murderous vines that coiled around Fuxi!

Rushou's Geng Metal sword energy tore through the sky!

Shebishi manipulated the weather, unleashing lightning and hailstones!

Xuanming's bone-chilling cold froze souls!

Tianwu's gale winds were like knives!

Qiangliang and Xizi's lightning snakes danced wildly!

Zhu Jiuyin's power of time was obscure, attempting to slow down his opponent!

Although Dijun's side had fewer numbers, Dijun and Taiyi were both top-tier Quasi-Saints, Fuxi was unfathomable, and Xihe and Changxi were newly promoted mid-stage Quasi-Saints. Their coordination was seamless, and with supreme treasures in hand, they fought the Twelve Ancestral Witches to a standstill!

Laws collided! Divine abilities clashed!

Space shattered and then reformed!

Fire and water were irreconcilable, yin and yang surged!

The earth cracked, and the firmament trembled!

Buzhou Mountain, the pillar of the Great Desolation, under the terrifying aftermath of such a great battle, let out groans of being unable to bear the burden! Rocks rolled down!

The entire Great Desolation world was shaking! All beings prostrated themselves, trembling!

Kunlun Mountain, Taiqing Palace.

Although Dao Xuan and the Three Pure Ones were not present on the battlefield, the world-shaking killing intent, the surging malevolent energy and demonic energy, and the fluctuations that disordered the very laws of the Great Desolation clearly reached them.

Sect Master Tongtian's divine sense swept out, his eyes burning with battle intent, "They've started fighting! Good! They're fighting fiercely enough! Dijun and Taiyi truly did not disappoint this humble one!"

Primordial Heavenly Venerate's brows were tightly furrowed, his tone indifferent, "A battle of brutes, merely depleting the world's vital energy and damaging the foundation of the Great Desolation. The calamity's aura grows ever deeper."

Grand Pure One Laozi still had his eyes closed, the Mysterious Yellow Exquisite Pagoda above his head emitting streams of Mysterious Yellow Qi, protecting the purity of Kunlun.

Dijun, with the River Diagram and Luo Shu above his head and the Stars of the Heavens protecting his body, transformed his Solar True Fire into a divine Golden Crow bird, engaging Dijiang in a fierce struggle!

Taiyi held the Chaos Bell, its chime vast, its Mysterious Yellow sound waves stopping the earth, water, fire, and wind, directly clashing with Gonggong and Zhurong!

Fuxi played his Qin, the Eight Trigrams flowing, evolving the wind, thunder, water, fire, mountain, and lake of heaven and earth, dissolving the encirclement and attacks from Houtu, Jumang, Rushou, and other Ancestral Witches!

Xihe and Changxi combined their Sun and Moon Essence Wheels, their moonlight like a waterfall, freezing all flames, their chilling cold resisting Shebishi, Xuanming, Tianwu, and other Ancestral Witches!

Laws collided! Space shattered! The earth cracked! The firmament trembled!

Buzhou Mountain, the pillar of the Great Desolation, even in the water mirror image, appeared to be swaying precariously!

"Good! They're fighting well!" Sect Master Tongtian watched with delight, unable to resist clapping his hands.

"Taiyi's use of the Chaos Bell is brilliant! Dijun's Solar True Fire is also potent! Fellow Daoist Fuxi's Eight Trigrams evolution deeply grasps the essence of Yin and Yang!"

Primordial Heavenly Venerate's brow furrowed deeply as he watched the constantly cracking Buzhou Mountain and the demon and witch blood scattering across the land. His voice carried a hint of coldness:

"Brutes shaking the heavens, courting their own destruction. Buzhou Mountain is formed from the backbone of the Father God; if its foundation is damaged, heaven and earth will collapse. How can the Witch and Demon Clans bear such karma?"

Grand Pure One Laozi calmly gazed at the brutal scene in the water mirror and slowly spoke, his voice like the grand pronouncements of the Great Dao, explaining to Dao Xuan:

"Dao Xuan, watch."

"The Witch Clan, born from Pangu's essence and blood, possesses peerless physical bodies and their malevolent energy shatters pháp. However, they do not cultivate their Primordial Spirits, nor do they comprehend the Heavenly Dao, acting solely on instinct and bloodlust. This is both their strength and their weakness.

Under the Calamity, their malevolent energy clouds their minds, leaving them only with a desire for slaughter and an inability to see the long term."

Laozi lightly tapped his finger, and the water mirror focused on a berserk Witch Clan Great Witch charging forward, only to be annihilated by the Demon Clan's grand formation.

"The Demon Clan, formed from myriad spirits, possesses diverse innate divine abilities. They are adept at using magical treasures and formations. However, their origins are mixed, and their dispositions are inconsistent. Though Dijun and Taiyi are brilliant strategists who used the Heavenly Marriage to gather momentum, they ultimately cannot unify the hearts of all demons.

Corroded by the Calamity's energy, the five poisons of greed, hatred, ignorance, arrogance, and doubt flourish, leading to heavy internal strife."

The scene shifted, reflecting a situation within the Demon Clan formation where several demon kings were sabotaging each other to seize battle merits.

"This battle, though appearing evenly matched, is in reality a situation where both sides suffer heavy losses."

Laozi's gaze drifted towards the precarious Buzhou Mountain.

"Buzhou Mountain, the pillar of the Great Desolation, connects heaven and earth, maintaining the stability of the Great Desolation.

The Witch-Demon War fought here has allowed malevolent energy and resentment to erode the mountain body, and essence blood to soak its foundation. If this continues, the disaster of the Heavenly Pillar collapsing may not be far off."

"This is the result of the Calamity, and also the consequence of the Witch and Demon Clans' ignorance of the Heavenly Mandate and their forceful contention for destiny."

Dao Xuan listened, his heart shaken. He looked at the world-destroying battle in the water mirror and then thought of Laozi's words about the Heavenly Pillar collapsing, a chill rising from the depths of his heart.

This seemingly intense "live broadcast" hid such a profound calamity for heaven and earth behind it!

"Master, then we..." Dao Xuan couldn't help but ask.

Laozi's gaze was profound as he slowly said:

"The great Calamity has begun, and malevolent energy fills the heavens. This is the inevitable cycle of heaven and earth, the waxing and waning of Yin and Yang."

"We, the Three Pure Ones, inherit Pangu's Primordial Spirit and have established the Xuanmen sect. We should guard the purity of Kunlun, comprehend the Great Dao, and quietly await the passing of the Calamity."

"Dao Xuan, your foundation is complete, and your Dao heart is stable.

This battle allows you to witness its brutality, understand its karma, realize the fearsomeness of the Calamity, and know the fundamental nature of cultivation. However, remember, do not harbor vain thoughts, do not become entangled in karma, firmly guard your original heart, and diligently cultivate without ceasing."

"Disciple respectfully obeys Master's teachings!" Dao Xuan replied solemnly, the ripple in his heart caused by watching the battle instantly subsiding.

He once again turned his gaze to the water mirror.

In the mirror, the battle remained brutal.

Xing Tian was besieged by several Demon Saints, one arm severed, yet he wielded his broken arm like an axe, hacking even more ferociously!

Hou Yi's divine arrows flew in a volley, shooting down several demon kings, but he was targeted by the Demon General Fei Lian, whose wind blades were like knives, forcing him to dodge repeatedly.

Dijun and Dijiang pursued and fought each other in the shattered void, Solar True Fire and spatial rifts intertwining.

Taiyi fought Zhurong and Gonggong alone. The Chaos Bell roared, and Mysterious Yellow Qi clashed fiercely with world-burning flames and immeasurable heavy water, turning that area into chaos!

Cracks appeared more and more on the body of Buzhou Mountain. Huge rocks, mixed with the corpses of Witch and Demon warriors, tumbled down, smashing onto the Great Desolation below...

Dao Xuan watched quietly, his heart no longer turbulent, only filled with deep reverence for the Great Dao and the Calamity.

"Cultivation is the fundamental."

His gaze was firm, and through the brutality of the water mirror, he seemed to see his future self cultivating in purity on Fangzhang Immortal Island.

This Great Desolation "live broadcast room" had explosive traffic and hardcore content, but the price was an immeasurable Calamity.

Being a clear-headed observer was quite good.