Wu-Demon War: Zhunti and Jieyin Cried Again!

Atop Buzhou Mountain.

Numerous Early-stage Quasi-Saint great powers gathered, standing within the void and clouds.

Winds surged, clouds rolled, and Sha Qi permeated the air.

The atmosphere was thick with rolling killing intent, causing everyone to furrow their brows slightly.

"These Thirty-three Heavens belong to my Wu Race. Fellow Daoists may observe the battle, but coveting the possessions of my Wu Race is unforgivable!"

"The Primordial World shall be ruled by the Wu Race!"

Suddenly, the Twelve Ancestral Witches led the Wu Race army in their descent. Vast and boundless Heaven and Earth Sha Qi surged like a flood of beasts, sweeping in all directions.

The might of the Wu Race crushed all armies.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches manifested their Ancestor Witch True Bodies, their forms towering billions upon billions of zhang. Various phenomena and divine abilities evolved in the nine heavens, their soul-shaking aura utterly unmatched.

The Wu Race army was equally fierce and formidable.

Indeed, their true forms were extremely ferocious, like meat grinders slaughtering all living beings.

Even Houtu, the Ancestral Witch renowned for her beauty, appeared before the crowd in her Ancestral Witch True Body, shattering the fantasies of countless Male Immortals.

This was not the beauty they knew.

A human body with a serpent's tail, seven hands on her back, two hands on her chest, and both hands gripping a flying serpent.

"The Twelve Ancestral Witches have all attained the Dao through their Laws and broken through to Early-stage Quasi-Saint. With their formidable Ancestral Witch True Bodies, the Demon Race has truly met its match this time."

"Even if I, the Three Pure Ones, join forces and I use the One Qi Transforms into Three Pure Ones divine ability, I doubt we could defeat the Twelve Ancestral Witches. Especially Dijiang and Zhu Jiuyin, who wield the Space Law and Time Law—these are among the Three Thousand Laws' supreme treasures, extremely mysterious and profound!"

Old Master Taiqing stroked his long beard, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

With his strength, he could at most withstand five or six Ancestral Witches; any more, and he would exhaust his power and die.

At this moment, great powers like Fuxi, Nuwa, and Zhen Yuanzi were also extremely wary of the Wu Race, as their own strength could not resist the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

"The Wu Race does not revere the Heavenly Dao, nor do they respect Saints. They are difficult to teach and transform the myriad beings of the Primordial World. My Demon Race, gathering the strengths of the Ten Thousand Races, can govern the Primordial World!"

"The Primordial World shall be ruled by my Demon Race!"

"These Thirty-three Heavens—I, Dijun, will take up residence today. No one, no matter who, can stop me!"

Starlight flickered, and Demonic Energy defied the heavens.

The phantom of a Three-legged Golden Crow appeared in the sky, its blazing True Sun Fire scorching the Wu Race army.

Within the flames, Dijun and Eastern Emperor Taiyi emerged.

"As long as I occupy these Thirty-three Heavens, This Emperor can use the destiny to sever another corpse, thereby attaining Mid-stage Quasi-Saint cultivation and becoming the First Under Saint!"

Dijun had long planned this.

The Thirty-three Heavens appeared to be a contest for a Middle Thousand World, but in truth, it was a struggle for Heavenly Dao Destiny.

This was the Heavenly Dao's trial for the Demon Race.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Countless Demon Soldiers and Demon Generals revealed their true forms, their blood-tainted Sha Qi no less than that of the Wu Race.

In an instant, the two armies faced off, killing intent surging in all directions.

The Wu Race and the Demon Race were evenly matched in strength.

"Roar! Roar! Roar..."

Just as the great battle was about to erupt, endless dragon roars came from billions of li away.

An overwhelming, supreme Dragon Might crushed down upon the Wu Race and Demon Race armies like thunder. Countless beings, unable to withstand the Dragon Might, prostrated themselves on the ground.

The Demon Race army, in particular, was not lacking in dragon bloodlines.

Before the Thunderous Tyrant Dragon Qiongqi, it was as if an eighteenth-generation descendant had met their ancestor—they knelt directly, some even severing their heart meridians and dissolving into death.

Hongmeng golden light shone, and Immortal Dao Laws stretched vast and boundless.

Qiongqi pulled the Hongmeng Immortal Palace, arriving atop Buzhou Mountain.

"An Innate Supreme Treasure? How is this possible?"

Dijun was the first to break composure.

The Lingxiao Treasure Hall within the Thirty-three Heavens was, at best, a Top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure. Before East King Duke's Hongmeng Immortal Palace, it was like mud compared to clouds.

Using a Divine Dragon to pull his palace—East King Duke's prestige far surpassed his own.

As the Lord of the Heavenly Court and Emperor of the Demon Race, if Dijun were not aware that he could not defeat East King Duke, he would have wanted to fight to the death right then.

"This Emperor greets all Fellow Daoists!"

"As for this dispute over the Thirty-three Heavens, I am merely here to observe. If any Fellow Daoist is interested, you may enter the Hongmeng Immortal Palace to watch together!"

"Fellow Daoist Dijun, Fellow Daoist Dijiang, This Emperor and all the Innate Great Powers will bear witness for you here!"

Before their figures appeared, their voices were heard first.

Upon hearing this, Old Master Taiqing, Zhen Yuanzi, Old Ancestor Hongyun, and a host of other great cultivators flew into the Hongmeng Immortal Palace.

Immortal qi drifted gracefully, and the Great Dao stretched vast and boundless.

Gazing at the Dao Resonance permeating the Hongmeng Immortal Palace, the assembled great ones all felt envy, and in the depths of their hearts, they also began to comprehend the Immortal Dao Law, hoping to seize a sliver of opportunity.

Inside the palace.

Everyone sat cross-legged before jade tables, upon which rested several jade plates.

Within the jade plates, Ren Water Flat Peaches exuded a fragrant aroma, shrouded in immortal qi—they were top-tier spiritual fruits.

"This humble Daoist thanks Fellow Daoists East King Duke and West Queen Mother for the innate spiritual fruits. These are Nine-Revolutions Golden Elixirs; may each fellow Daoist consume them to enhance their Origin Mana."

Old Master Taiqing lightly waved his jade sleeve, and dozens of streaks of light floated before everyone. The Nine-Revolutions Golden Elixirs bore profound Dao patterns, with Heavenly Dao Rules manifesting upon them.

If swallowed, they could instantly allow a mortal to attain the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal realm.

"It seems this Wu-Demon War has turned into a banquet for us to taste spiritual pills and fruits. Then this humble Daoist shall also offer his own innate spiritual fruit!"

"These are Ginseng Fruits. They bloom once every three thousand years, bear fruit once every three thousand years, and ripen once every three thousand years—a full nine thousand years from start to finish. And in those long nine thousand years, only thirty Ginseng Fruits are produced."

Zhen Yuanzi produced a jade box, from which dozens of Ginseng Fruits flew out, landing on everyone's jade plates.

As a top-tier Innate Deity, aside from the Top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure Earth Book, the Ginseng Fruit was the only treasure Zhen Yuanzi could truly show off.

Within the hall.

Nuwa's skin was like congealed fat, Round Pearls and Smooth Jade, her aura utterly transcendent.

Seeing Old Master Taiqing and Zhen Yuanzi bring out their treasured collections, she too channeled her mana to reveal her own foundation.

"This Seat has no spiritual fruits or pills, but this Jade Nectar was brewed over ten thousand years by me. Its effects are no less than those of innate spiritual fruits."

"What is a feast without fine wine!"

As waves of wine fragrance assailed their nostrils, a jar of fine wine and several jade cups appeared on everyone's jade tables. Both the wine jar and the jade cups were crafted by Nuwa from Cold Jade, preserving the flavor of the Jade Nectar.

It refreshed the heart and cleared the mind, exceedingly crisp.

With just one sniff, the great cultivators knew the Jade Nectar was extraordinary.

Meanwhile, Old Ancestor Minghe, Old Ancestor Kunpeng, and others also brought out some spiritual fruits, though their grades were far inferior to the Ren Water Flat Peaches and Ginseng Fruits.

"Fellow Daoists Zhunti and Jieyin, this humble Daoist recalls that your Western World possesses the supreme treasure Bodhi Seed. Why not bring it out to share with us?"

"Or do you intend to freeload?"

Old Ancestor Hongyun looked at the two master-and-disciple pair. Their gaunt, sallow appearances, coupled with the lecherous gazes they fixed on the spiritual fruits and pills before them, as if they hadn't seen such things in ten thousand years.

For these two master-and-disciple, Old Ancestor Hongyun harbored not a shred of goodwill.

His own cushion had been swindled away by these two. It took Old Ancestor Hongyun ten thousand years to figure that out, and he decided to spite them a little, to vent his own frustration.

As Soon as These Words Were Spoken.

Everyone's gaze converged on Zhunti and Jieyin.

Seeing this, the two men's mouths twitched slightly, and their hearts felt as if cut by knives.

They had already tried to keep a low profile, only wanting to gain a little advantage and secure some opportunity for the Western World. But Old Ancestor Hongyun had to jump out and demand the Bodhi Seed—wasn't that asking for their very lives?

"Of course, of course. Fellow Daoists, please wait a moment!"

Zhunti complied reluctantly, his eyes welling with tears of heartache.

A faint golden light appeared, and everyone received a Bodhi Seed.

Thus, over a dozen Bodhi Seeds were given away. Zhunti had never had many to begin with, and now the Western World's foundation was further weakened.

"This Emperor thanks all fellow Daoists. While we observe the Wu-Demon War and taste spiritual fruits and fine wine, we may also debate the Great Dao!"

East King Duke stood up and gave a slight bow to everyone.

And so, the First Peach Banquet began.

Within the Hongmeng Immortal Palace, the great cultivators spoke of merit, sharing their insights into the Heavenly Dao. Instantly, Purple Qi Came from the East, and Heavenly Flowers Scattered.

Compared to the solemnity of Listening to the Dao at Purple Cloud Palace, this felt more like an exchange among close friends.

As everyone verified the Great Dao, East King Duke also tasted the Jade Nectar, his gaze inadvertently meeting Nuwa's in midair, sparking a mysterious spark.

Peach Color overflowed, shy and alluring.

Nuwa's myriad charms were fully captured by East King Duke's eyes. The former lowered her brows slightly, not daring to meet his gaze.

As the banquet proceeded in harmony, atop Buzhou Mountain, the war between the Wu Race and the Demon Race finally erupted.

If either faction knew of the splendid scene within the Hongmeng Immortal Palace, they would likely spit out a hundred thousand zhang of blood.