On Mount Sumeru, the Final Battle of Dao and Demon

The Three Ancestors merely retreated, they did not fall; one could consider them imprisoned by the Heavenly Dao, a measure to repay the Karma of the Primordial World and offset their past slaughter. The three had used their own power to benefit the Primordial World, and only after offsetting the Karmic Sin of the Three Tribes could they regain their freedom.

However, this would require an incomparably long period of time—ten Yuan Hui, a hundred Yuan Hui, or perhaps even longer...

With the Three Innate Tribes exiting the grand stage of the Primordial World, the myriad living beings would bloom in diversity, and as the Innate Divine Demons entered the world one after another, a magnificent Great Contention Era would soon arrive.

One by one, brilliant and talented figures were about to step onto the Primordial stage. Being able to write his own legend in such an era made East King Duke feel his blood boil with excitement.

Years of warfare had left the Primordial Great Land somewhat desolate. Although the world had cleared significantly after the end of the great war, it would still take time to return to its original spiritual splendor.

He spent a hundred years refining the Southern Flame Light Banner gifted by Primeval Phoenix. With this, East King Duke held two of the Five Innate Banners; combined with the Western Plain Colored Cloud Boundary Banner held by Queen Mother of the West, he possessed three out of the five. He could certainly scheme for the remaining two.

The Five Innate Banners, transformed from the leaves of the Chaos Green Lotus, belonged to the five elements, and it was unknown what wonders might arise should they be gathered together.

However, it would be no small feat to acquire the remaining two. The North Xuan Yuan Water Control Banner should be in the hands of Old Ancestor Minghe, while the Eastern Azure Lotus Treasure Banner was rumored to be the treasure of the Jieyin Saint of the later Western Sect, though it was unclear if he had obtained it from Hongjun.

Fortunately, there was no rush; he could plan for it slowly.

Next would be the struggle for Honghuang Orthodoxy between Hongjun and Luohu, fought for the supreme Saint Position, the very first Saint of the Primordial World since the opening of the heavens.

East King Duke had previously attempted to divine the outcome, but he felt the heavenly secrets were in chaos and filled with killing intent; had he not severed his Primordial Spirit connection in time, he would have inevitably suffered a backlash.

Although he could not calculate the result, he knew the location of the great contention was in the West, likely at Mount Sumeru. Having planned to wait for the right moment near the site of the battle, he departed immediately.

Ten thousand years after the war between the Three Innate Tribes and the Devil Race ended, the Calamity Qi still lingered between heaven and earth. Living beings remained dormant, and while the Primordial World was slowly recovering, it was also brewing another great war.

The Devil Race had all been executed, yet Devilish Qi still surged on Mount Sumeru, no less intense than before.

Luohu had been sitting in meditation within the void of the Demon Luo Palace for tens of thousands of years. On this day, a spatial fluctuation suddenly occurred atop Mount Sumeru, and a figure appeared.

Supported by a black lotus, he sat in the void, his aura restrained, making his depth impossible to fathom.

"Hongjun, you have finally come!"

Although Luohu's tone was calm, it seemed to carry a soul-captivating quality.

Before his voice faded, Hongjun suddenly appeared in his line of sight, still in the image of an elderly man in hempen robes.

Luohu had sat silently on Mount Sumeru for tens of thousands of years for the sole purpose of deciding the victor against Hongjun. At this moment, the two stood a hundred li apart—one seated on a black lotus, the other stepping on a white lotus. It was not just a clash of Daoist principles; the World-Ending Black Lotus and the World-Purifying White Lotus were spiritual treasures that countered one another.

"I have waited for you for a long time!"

As Luohu spoke, little black lotuses manifested around his body, like a demonic sun hanging in the sky, illuminating the wilderness.

"Luohu, you have indulged the Devil Race and committed atrocities, causing the suffering of living beings and a catastrophe for heaven and earth. This Daoist has come to execute you, to rectify the roots and clear the source, and to bring justice back to the Primordial World!"

At Hongjun's shout, the mountains and rivers resonated and the heavens responded; the might of the Daoist Sect was upright and majestic.

At this moment, Luohu had removed the magic that concealed his features. Although he was the lord of the Devil Race, he did not possess a fierce or malevolent appearance; instead, he revealed a dignified visage. Compared to Hongjun, though their temperaments were at odds, he seemed to be in secret harmony with the Heavenly Dao.

"Both the Demonic Path and the Daoist Path were born in accordance with fate. Since it has not yet been decided who is the orthodoxy of the Primordial World, what roots are you rectifying, and what source are you clearing! No need for more empty words, there is only battle!"

After speaking, Luohu's aura reached its peak, covering the wilderness. With one step, black lotuses followed him. He raised his palm and manifested a massive Demonic Blade, hacking it down toward Hongjun's head.

"Boundless Demonic Blade!"

This was Luohu's Demonic Path divine ability. The blade whipped up gusts of Devilish Qi, shrouding the surrounding ten thousand li in killing intent and displaying a power that could annihilate all things, reaching Hongjun's head in an instant.

At this moment, the struggle for the orthodoxy of Dao and Demon officially began.

Hongjun's expression remained unchanged, and he too gathered boundless aura.

"Clang!"

The Demonic Blade shattered. Half of a massive jade plate appeared above Hongjun's head, shedding mysterious, profound light and remaining completely unmoved.

"Innate Supreme Treasure, Jade Plate of Creation."

Luohu recognized the treasure. It was a fragment of a Chaos Supreme Treasure, containing the laws of the Three Thousand Great Daos. Its power was not only great in divination; in defensive capability, it was not the slightest bit inferior to other supreme treasures.

Hongjun was blessed by heaven and possessed countless spiritual treasures; Luohu had anticipated this. Undiscouraged by his first failed strike, he did not pause for a moment. He formed several magic arts, and several black Demonic Path spear auras, bristling with malevolent energy, materialized before him and shot toward his opponent.

"Wuwu!"

The spear shadows were like rainbows, almost tearing the void apart. The spear bodies were accompanied by countless demons, wailing and sounding as if they could devour all things in heaven and earth.

The power of laws appeared around Hongjun. Although he was in a state where all laws were invulnerable, the approach of the demons still stirred up his Spiritual Power, causing his hempen robes to flap violently.

His expression tightened as he gripped a giant banner in his hand.

The Pangu Banner, yet another Innate Supreme Treasure, was a treasure with unparalleled offense.

He swung his hands, and streaks of Chaos Sword Qi shot out; the sharp sword intent broke the demons one by one.

Several million li away from Mount Sumeru, within a formation, East King Duke stood upon the Twelfth-grade Innate Yin-Yang Dao Lotus. With his fingers forming magic seals, he had activated his Spiritual Eye Divine Ability to observe the battle between the two strongest combatants of the Primordial World.

After he left the battlefield of the Three Tribes and returned to the West, he had given instructions to Zhenyuanzi before coming here, waiting specifically for this battle between Hongjun and Luohu.

He had waited thousands of years, and now, the great war had begun.

Although the Spiritual Eye Divine Ability he had comprehended from the Supreme Yang Dao Scripture was profound, it was still somewhat insufficient for peeking at the battle of the strongest in the Primordial World from such a distance, so he could only see a general overview.

Even so, the might within the battlefield made East King Duke feel palpitations. Both were Quasi-Saint Peak powerhouses on the verge of proving the Dao; their divine abilities and magic arts were far beyond what ordinary Quasi-Saints could compare to.

East King Duke was a conceited man. He was a Heaven-Blessed Genius who wished to defy heaven and change his fate, walking the arduous path of Proving Dao via Laws. With his sky-high arrogance, he did not even look upon the likes of the Three Pure Ones.

Even so, facing such might from Hongjun and Luohu, he admitted he was no match for them. Previously, facing Luohu, he might have had the confidence to escape his grasp, but now that his own combat power had increased, he felt completely devoid of certainty.

The battle between Hongjun and Luohu continued, but East King Duke felt a sense of doubt in his heart. Beyond protecting the mountain veins to gain merit, his planning for the West was specifically for this great war.

In the legends of his past life, Hongjun had invited four fellow Daoists to join forces to fight Luohu, yet at this moment, he saw only Hongjun. East King Duke frowned, for what he sought concerned his own Dao Path, and it was not tied to these two protagonists, but to another legendary participant in the final Dao-Demon war: Old Ancestor Yin-Yang.

If Old Ancestor Yin-Yang did not appear, his plans of hundreds of thousands of years would likely end in failure.