Xuandu's figure melted into the void, hurtling toward the East Sea Coast.
The cultivation of the Golden Immortal of the Origin allowed a single thought of his to span endless mountains and rivers.
Yet, he felt not a shred of joy after his breakthrough within his heart, instead enveloped by a sense of urgency.
According to past life memories and the Great Wilderness Timeline deduction, the first Witch-Demon Great War had already drawn to a close.
Dao Ancestor Hongjun stepped in to mediate, establishing that the demons rule the heavens and the witches rule the earth, with both sides temporarily declaring a surface-level truce.
Beneath this calm, however, undercurrents surged violently.
Di Jun and Eastern Emperor Taiyi would sooner or later discover the shocking restraining power of human blood over the physical bodies of the Witch Clan.
By then, it would be the monstrous calamity of the myriad human races reduced to blood food and subsequently slaughtered to forge swords!
"I must arrive before the large-scale actions of the Demon Clan!"
Xuandu's gaze was icy, accelerating by another three tenths.
His original body hailed from a human tribe on the East Sea Coast.
Back then, he heard that Grand Pure Sage Laozi gained enlightenment among the human race and established a sect to become a sage.
Thus, harboring meager hope, he traversed mountains and rivers to head to Shouyang Mountain to seek a master, kneeling to beg for immortal destiny.
Now, he was already a Golden Immortal of the Origin, and furthermore a personal disciple of the Jie Sect, possessing the power to protect his clan members!
He would never allow the tragedy to repeat itself!
Before long, the vast East Sea was already faintly visible in the distance.
The briny sea breeze rushed into his face, carrying the desolate aura unique to the Great Wilderness.
However, before he truly reached that human-settled area on the East Sea Coast.
A rich, unresolvable soaring grievance was perceived by Xuandu.
Immediately following that, a pressure carrying monstrous Demonic Qi appeared within his spiritual sense with absolute clarity!
"Demonic Qi of a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal Peak?"
Xuandu's pupils suddenly contracted, his heart sinking violently.
At this point in time, in this location, a great demon at the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal Peak appeared?
It was by no means a coincidence!
His spiritual sense instantly flooded the area like a tidal wave, cautiously probing toward the source of that Demonic Qi.
The spiritual sense of the Golden Immortal of the Origin far surpassed Daluo, and silently, it had already pierced through layers of void, clearly reflecting the distant scene within his mind.
He saw that within a ravages-strewn valley, the earth was dyed dark red with blood, and severed limbs were scattered everywhere, all of them human corpses wearing simple linen clothes!
The intense dead aura and grievance intertwined, lingering in the valley.
Meanwhile, in the center of that mountain of corpses and sea of blood, a figure was laughing wildly.
That person had a human body and bird head, with double wings growing from his back, Demonic Qi rolling all around his body, and fierce flames soaring to the heavens.
The aura emanating from his entire body was actually that of the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal Peak!
"Ghost Chariot!"
Xuandu's gaze instantly turned as cold as ice!
One of the Ten Great Demon Saints of the Demon Clan, Ghost Chariot!
He possessed a resounding fierce reputation and was addicted to slaughter!
Opposite Ghost Chariot, a burly, tall Witch Clan Great Han with bronze-colored skin and blood qi surging like a smelting furnace across his entire body was half-knocking on the ground, bathed in blood and panting heavily.
His aura was roughly at the level of the Primordial Unity Golden Immortal.
At this moment, the eyes of this Witch Clan Great Han were blood-red, staring fixedly at the laughing Ghost Chariot, his eyes filled with humiliation and violent rage.
Witch blood flowed in a trickle, obviously having suffered extremely severe injuries.
"Hahaha! Mere trash of a Primordial Unity Witch General, and you dare to pry into this sage's actions? Overestimating your own capabilities!"
The sharp eyes on Ghost Chariot's bird head were filled with mockery.
He did not immediately deal a fatal blow, but instead toyed with this Witch General.
"You Demon Clan... slaughtering the weak human race... what kind of ability is that!"
The Witch Clan Great Han gritted his teeth, his voice hoarse, attempting to struggle to his feet, but it aggravated his injuries, and another mouthful of fresh blood spewed out.
"Weak?"
Ghost Chariot sneered, casually flapping his wings, and said coldly:
"Doesn't your Witch Clan boast of having formidable physical bodies, not cultivating primordial spirits, and only honoring Pangu?"
"Isn't it ironic to die today protecting this weak human race?"
Before his voice faded, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, and another sharp streak of Demonic Qi was struck out, heading straight for the knees of the Witch Clan Great Han!
"Poof!"
The Witch Clan Great Han let out a muffled grunt, his massive physique no longer able to support him, and he collapsed forward with a roar.
As for the direction he fell, it happened to be a puddle pooling the blood of dozens of human beings!
The mocking smile on Ghost Chariot's face expanded further, carrying a sense of anticipation.
"Yes, just like that... lie down!"
"Use the proud faces of your Witch Clan to touch the filthy blood of these ants!"
Seeing this scene, Xuandu's heart sank fiercely.
Ghost Chariot's act was by no means unintentional teasing!
If this Primordial Unity Witch General were truly allowed to be tainted by human blood, given his perception at the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal Peak, he would instantly perceive the restraining effect of that blood on the physical bodies of the Witch Clan!
By then, today's tragedy in this valley would become the beginning of all human tribes across the Great Wilderness being slaughtered!
The Witch-Slaying Sword would inevitably be forged just as it originally was!
His thoughts settling, Xuandu's gaze sharpened, devoid of half a shred of hesitation.
With a single step taken, his figure had already vanished from where he was concealed in the void.
The next moment, he silently appeared between the Witch Clan Great Han and Ghost Chariot.
He happened to block right in front of that puddle of dark red blood.
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At this time, the Witch General was struggling fiercely, attempting to steady his stance to avoid tumbling into the pool of blood.
Ghost Chariot wore a cruel smile on his face.
Xuandu's appearance was entirely without warning.
It was as if he had always been standing right there, merging as one with this bloody valley.
He did not look at the struggling Witch Clan Great Han behind him, his gaze falling calmly upon the stunned Ghost Chariot.
At the same time, his right hand lifted slightly, making an empty supporting gesture toward the back.
An irresistible invisible force instantly caught the body of the Witch Clan Great Han, steadily supporting him and pulling him away from the distance to the pool of blood.
All of this happened in the blink of an eye.
The ferocious grin on Ghost Chariot's face abruptly froze.
Those sharp bird eyes were first blank, then turned into incredulous astonishment, finally transforming into monstrous rage at being offended!
A human?
A mere human ant dared to show himself before him, Demon Saint Ghost Chariot?
And dared to meddle in his game?
"Ant! How dare you disturb my mood!"
Ghost Chariot flew into a rage, his voice sharp and harsh, carrying rolling Demonic Might that made the entire valley buzz.
The terrifying Demonic Qi of the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal Peak all over his body was released without reservation, exploding with a roar and pressing down fiercely toward Xuandu!
He wanted to grind this daring human, along with that damned Witch General behind him, into fine powder!
However, facing this Demonic Might shockwave sufficient to cause the divine soul of a Primordial Unity Golden Immortal to collapse.
Xuandu merely stood quietly, his green clad fluttering in the violent demonic wind, while his figure remained motionless as a mountain.
Even the corners of his clothes were not disturbed in the slightest.
That wave of Demonic Qi, sufficient to tear the void apart, quietly annihilated when it approached within three feet of his body.
As if it had never existed.
Ghost Chariot's pupils suddenly contracted, the expression on his bird head completely solidifying.
This... how was this possible?
He was a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal Peak! One of the Ten Great Demon Saints of the Demon Clan!
The Demonic Qi released at full power couldn't even flutter the hem of a human's garment?
This person... was definitely no ordinary mortal!
"Who are you?"
Ghost Chariot sternly demanded, his voice already carrying unprecedented solemnity and a trace of imperceptible shock and suspicion.
He stared fixedly at Xuandu, attempting to see through his background.
However, in his perception, the opponent's aura was peaceful, seeming to merge into one with the surrounding heaven and earth, unfathomable.
He simply could not make out the specific realm!
This made him even more inwardly terrified.
Xuandu did not answer Ghost Chariot's questioning.
His gaze swept over the mountain-like piles of clan member corpses in the valley.
A cold killing intent slowly rose from the bottom of his heart.
"Ghost Chariot."
Xuandu finally spoke, his voice bland, yet carrying a heart-palpitating chill.
"What grievance do the humans here have with you? You must carry out such an exterminating act?"
Upon hearing this, Ghost Chariot acted as if he had heard some immense joke, his bird head letting out a burst of sharp, strange laughter:
"Grievance? Hahaha! Being weak is the original sin!"
"My Demon Clan wishes to rule the Great Wilderness and sweep away all obstacles; these feeble humans being able to become the blood food of the boys under my command is their honor!"
His tone was arrogant, carrying the innate pride of the Demon Clan.
Xuandu's gaze grew increasingly icy.
"That being said, slaughtering the weak is your Demon Clan's Dao?"
Hearing these words, Ghost Chariot sneered:
"The law of the jungle is the iron rule of the Great Wilderness!"
"What? You want to stand up for them? Just based on you?"
Although he felt suspicious of Xuandu's depth, he was confident in his status as a Demon Saint of the Demon Clan, possessing vast divine abilities.
With the Demon Court as his backing, how could he truly fear a human of unknown origin?
Even if the opponent had some tricks, would he really dare to make an enemy of the entire Demon Clan?
Your Majesties the two Demon Emperors of the Demon Court were both existences at the Quasi-Saint Peak.
Aside from sages, who dared to provoke them?
Hearing this, Xuandu laughed.
"Since that is the case, I shall let you experience the true law of the jungle!"
He took a single step forward.
Merely a step.
The peaceful aura all over his body changed abruptly!
A Dao Rhyme of the Origin riding above all things, transcending the shackles of the Heavenly Dao and self-forming laws, descended with a roar!
"Hum!"
The heaven and earth lost their color, and the wind and clouds rolled back!
The soaring Demonic Qi pervading the valley dissolved and collapsed instantly under this pure Hunyuan Pressure!
Space seemed to be frozen by an invisible force, and even time grew sluggish.
When an aura whose perception far surpassed the Daluo Golden Immortal descended, Ghost Chariot was completely dumbfounded!
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