Primordial Catastrophe, The Devil Race Enters the Fray

The war between the Three Innate Tribes had already lasted for a hundred years. With the Phoenix Clan and the Kirin Clan joining forces, the Dragon Clan, though powerful, could not gain much of an advantage while fighting two fronts. Thus, the two sides remained evenly matched.

The battlefield spread across every corner of the Primordial World. A century of slaughter had turned the land into a river of blood. The cultivators of the Three Tribes suffered heavy losses, and the overwhelming baleful energy and resentment swept across the eight wildernesses, affecting not only the Dragon, Phoenix, and Kirin tribes, but even all Primordial Beings.

The tainted blood of cultivators and the pervasive resentment slowly eroded the spirituality of the Primordial land. Countless spiritual roots and treasures withered in the conflict; one Grotto-Heaven after another was destroyed, and spiritual veins were gradually polluted and depleted.

Although the Tribulation was an inevitable part of the Primordial World's evolution, for the native inhabitants, it was nothing short of a catastrophe.

All those below the Daluo realm were caught within the Tribulation. Those with the ability or sufficient fortune could avoid it early on, but others could only struggle to escape. The Three Innate Tribes were at the very center of the Dragon-Han Tribulation. Influenced by the Tribulation and driven by the Devil Race from the shadows, the war between the three tribes had reached a point where it could no longer be stopped.

The cultivators of the three tribes, their eyes bloodshot, seemed to have only one thought left in their minds: slaughter. They were completely unaware that disaster was imminent, as boundless Karmic Sin had already eroded the primordial spirits of every cultivator among the Three Innate Tribes.

It was not just the ordinary cultivators of the three tribes; even the three clan leaders—the Ancestor Dragon, the Primeval Phoenix, and the Primeval Kirin, all possessing Quasi-Saint cultivation—were no exception.

The three tribes had been fighting for a century, and as their respective leaders, the Ancestor Dragon, the Primeval Phoenix, and the Primeval Kirin had also been battling for a century.

The three Quasi-Saints had long since reached a state of true fury, fighting to the death. In their eyes, this was a struggle for the protagonist of the Primordial World, a fight for Primordial World Destiny, not just for their own clans, but for their own paths of cultivation.

The three leaders had no idea that while they fought to the death, they were ultimately just working for the benefit of others. In truth, if they had not been influenced by the Tribulation, as beings above the Daluo realm, all three could have easily discovered that they were already entangled in Karmic Sin, destined for eternal doom.

The magnitude of the Karmic Sin brought down by the Heavenly Dao for creating such a devastating impact on the Primordial World was unimaginable.

The Ancestor Dragon, the Primeval Phoenix, and the Primeval Kirin had exhausted all their innate spells, divine abilities, and spiritual treasures. Over the course of a century, they had fought countless rounds, their battle shifting across millions of miles. The sheer force of their power destroyed countless spiritual lands and roots, further adding to their sins.

The Ancestor Dragon was truly the strongest among the three tribes. Not only was his cultivation at the peak of the early Quasi-Saint realm superior to the other two, but his Dragon Clan Divine Abilities were also more refined than those of the Primeval Phoenix and the Primeval Kirin.

Had the Primeval Phoenix not allied with the Primeval Kirin to resist their powerful enemy, she would likely have already fallen to the Ancestor Dragon Pearl.

However, at this moment, the three were in a stalemate. Though the Ancestor Dragon was strong, he could not defeat their combined forces for the time being. He had originally expected to sweep through both clans, but reality did not go as he wished, and the Lord of the Dragon Clan gradually grew impatient.

"ROAR!"

With a dragon's roar, thunderclouds suddenly appeared. Unwilling to remain in a stalemate, the Ancestor Dragon transformed into his true form, weaving through the sky amidst the power of clouds, rain, thunder, and lightning.

He intended to go all out and attempt to end this battle.

On the other side, the Primeval Phoenix and the Primeval Kirin naturally had to respond.

"CHIRP!"

A phoenix cry pierced the clouds. Seven-colored wings unfurled, blotting out the sun, while Phoenix True Fire burned fiercely around her body. Water and fire are incompatible, and so they stood in direct opposition.

The Primeval Kirin also let out a loud shout. As he stomped his feet, a "BOOM" echoed, and amidst a flash of colorful light, an incredibly tall Kirin stood upon the Primordial earth.

Without another word, the three true forms clashed instantly.

Yet, none of them noticed that under the influence of the Karmic Sin, their own magic power was slowly draining away, and their once-mighty Quasi-Saint presence began to weaken bit by bit.

At this moment, within the Demon Luo Palace on Mount Sumeru in the West, an incomparably tyrannical aura surged into the sky.

Devil Qi within a million-mile radius was stirred, swarming and gathering above Mount Sumeru. Bursts of demonic sounds echoed out, capable of seizing one's soul.

The entire West seemed to feel the majesty descending, carrying with it a sense of brutality and slaughter. It felt like a demonic blade pressed against one's body, chilling to the bone.

This pressure lasted for a long time before it was slowly reined in. The thirteen strongest Great Luo under the Devil Ancestor, representing the Seven Emotions and Six Desires of the Devil Race, gathered in the Demon Luo Palace.

"Congratulations to the Devil Ancestor for your cultivation advancing greatly. May you unify the Primordial World and attain the Great Dao soon."

"Rise." At the head of the hall, Luohu withdrew his aura completely, appearing as if he had returned to his natural state. He still used great magic power to conceal his face. "How is the war between the Three Tribes of the Primordial World progressing?"

"Reporting to the Devil Ancestor, the Dragon, Phoenix, and Kirin tribes have all fallen into the Great Tribulation. Each has suffered heavy losses and is unable to extricate themselves. Our initial grand plan has been a complete success."

As a high-ranking general under the Devil Ancestor, the Lust Desire Demon Venerable spoke to report.

Luohu nodded slightly.

"Very good. Now that my Quasi-Saint peak cultivation is achieved, there is no longer a need to collect the Malevolent Qi of the Primordial World for cultivation. Under my Devil Race, there is no longer any need for the Three Innate Tribes of the Primordial World to exist."

The Devil Ancestor was incomparably domineering; he waved his hand to issue an order.

"Seven Emotions Heavenly Demons, Six Desires Demon Venerables, hear my command."

"From this day forth, you are to lead your respective divisions of the Devil Race, march out from Mount Sumeru, exterminate the Dragon, Phoenix, and Kirin tribes, and slaughter all enemies who stand in your way. Make my Devil Race the sole ruler of the Primordial World and the only protagonist."

"We subordinates obey the Devil Ancestor's decree!"

At Luohu's command, countless Devil Race cultivators descended from Mount Sumeru, carrying a murderous aura as they entered the field to begin the slaughter.

At this time, Luohu sat cross-legged upon a black lotus, floating in the void, gazing indifferently into the distance.

"Hongjun, next, it will be a battle between the two of us. Let us see who can become a Saint in the end. I hope you do not disappoint me!"

The Devil Race cultivators surged like a tide into the battlefield of the Three Innate Tribes. Whether it was the Dragon, Phoenix, or Kirin side, they killed any cultivator they saw. The moment they entered the fray, they threw the Three Tribes into complete chaos.

In a short amount of time, there were countless deaths and injuries.

The battle, which had originally been clearly divided between the Dragon tribe and the allied forces of the Phoenix and Kirin, saw a sudden shift in the situation due to the intervention of the Devil Race. For a moment, the Three Innate Tribes were all confused, unable to figure out which side was truly the enemy.

The Devil Race, however, paid no heed. After a hundred years of attrition, the Dragon, Phoenix, and Kirin tribes had already been severely weakened. Furthermore, with the three tribes fighting their own separate battles, they were suddenly faced with the fresh and vigorous Devil Race, and it was as if they were being slaughtered.

The massive number of casualties among their clansmen alarmed the Ancestor Dragon, Primeval Phoenix, and Primeval Kirin, who were in the midst of a death struggle. They stopped by tacit agreement. Just as they were about to assess the situation, a majestic figure appeared, stepping on the Twelve-grade Merit Golden Lotus, with the Jade Plate of Creation above his head and holding the massive Pangu Banner.

It was Hongjun who had appeared.

He then waved his great banner, and his voice spread across the battlefield of the Three Tribes.

"Ancestor Dragon, Primeval Phoenix, Primeval Kirin, the three of you are steeped in deep sin. Why do you not wake up at once!"

The sharp shout, imbued with supreme Chaos Sword Intent, instantly dispersed the surrounding Calamity Qi. It cleared the minds of the Ancestor Dragon and the others, bringing them to their senses in an instant.

"Devil Race!"

Having fully regained their consciousness, the Three Ancestors finally realized that they were each entangled in Karmic Sin. Their tribes had suffered massive casualties, and a peaceful end was already impossible. Terrified, they all let out roars of fury.

By now, they understood that under the schemes of the Devil Race, it was no longer a question of the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin tribes becoming the protagonists of the Primordial World; even preserving their tribes had become a problem. The Three Ancestors were struck with panic. With no other options, they bowed and asked Hongjun for guidance.

"Our three tribes admit our guilt. We beseech you, Senior, to bestow upon us a method of salvation!"