Discord Rises Again, Schemes Begin to Emerge

In the Primordial World, the one- Huiyuan deadline set by the Dao Ancestor has arrived.

The demon race returned from the Primordial Galaxy with great momentum and brazenly occupied the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

The warriors of the Witch Clan who guarded the Hundred Thousand Mountains were also reduced to ashes along with the wrath of the demon race.

The Witch Clan immediately responded, sounding horns and beating war drums, preparing for battle. Their massive army, exuding a chilling aura, pressed northward.

At this moment, the creatures of the Eastern Wasteland were shocked, feeling immense pressure. Although the opponent was not targeting them, the subtle power and the sweeping fluctuations still made them tremble with fear.

Tens of millions of the Witch Clan surged toward the Hundred Thousand Mountains in a mighty rush.

"How dare they run wild on our turf! Kill these beasts!"

The great sorcerers Xing Tian, Chi You, and Da Yi, along with the newly emerged genius sorcerer Jiu Feng, charged forward with overwhelming force, leading their warriors at the forefront. Rolling dust swept across the land, their momentum like countless stars falling, crackling and booming.

At this moment, the powerful beings of the Primordial World awoke one after another from their seclusion, walked out of their dojos, and gazed at the endless sky. They vaguely sensed the evil aura and Yao Qi permeating the heavens intertwined, colliding and roaring.

A series of terrifying phenomena unfolded, as if it were the end of the world.

"Why would the demon race come back to provoke us? How could they possibly be a match for the Witch Clan?" A powerful figure asked, looking puzzled.

The demon race nowadays probably can't even defeat the Human Race. Their Five Elements Formation was destroyed by the Golden Crow, and Laozi took away their Innate One-Qi Taiqing Talisman. How can they possibly deal with the Ancestral Witch?

Even if the demon race "luckily" steals the divine talisman back from Laozi, it will be of no use. Dijiang, who has achieved sainthood in his physical body, will teach them to be demons.

"Has the demon race had enough and is now making a final stand?"

Although the Dao Ancestor decreed that the demon race should rule the heavens, this was already a reality. They had been driven to the sidelines by the Golden Crow Clan, barely surviving. The demon race couldn't stand this kind of life and didn't want to play anymore.

For a moment, many powerful beings from the Primordial World era were puzzled as to why the demon race would be so suicidal. Wouldn't it be better to just live?

At the same time, the Two Western Sages, who had been driven into Chaos by the Witch Clan, saw this scene and immediately revealed a sneer of pleasure.

"It's finally about to begin. Those wicked creatures of the Witch Clan deserved to die long ago, and those three wicked creatures Ling Xiao will all disappear after this battle. At that time, the entire world will be quiet..."

Zhun Ti had a smile on his face, and as he spoke, he became increasingly unrestrained, until finally his mouth stretched to his ears.

He had an indelible grudge against both the Golden Crow and the Ancestral Witch, and after holding back for so many years, he was finally going to get his revenge.

This feeling was so wonderful, it was even more sublime than when he became a saint, and it was beyond words.

"Indeed, Teacher's plan is flawless. Not only will it eliminate Ling Xiao, this heretic, but it will also restore order to the Heavenly Dao order."

Jieyin a smile, Jieyin spoke, much more composed than his junior brother Zhun Ti. He was also excited inside, but remained calm and composed, always maintaining the demeanor befitting a senior brother.

In another realm of Chaos, the Three Pure Ones gazed upon the Primordial World, each with a different expression.

"Heh heh, anyone who dares to defy the will of Heavenly Dao will ultimately perish. The Witch Clan, these pathetic creatures who are ignorant of destiny, should never have existed in this world!"

"And those three wicked Golden Crow, they too must face their tribulation this time!" Yuanshi said slowly with a cold smile.

Laozi and Tongtian remained silent, their faces expressionless, lost in thought.

The Sun Star.

"Is this your scheme?"

Ling Xiao's divine eyes were like lightning, seeing through the vicissitudes of life, and he took in all the actions of the demon race and the Witch Clan.

It's obvious to anyone with a brain that something's wrong with the demon race. They've come to the Witch Clan's doorstep for no reason, deliberately provoking them. It doesn't make sense.

Clearly, there are hidden secrets and calculations involved.

"Do they want to send the demon race to their deaths in vain, wiping them out of their destiny, so they can then target Di Jun and Tai Yi, indirectly luring me into their trap?"

Ling Xiao silently deduced the possibilities, when a sudden idea struck him, but he quickly rejected it.

If he were Hongjun, he would never have made such a foolish scheme; it would have been completely unnecessary.

This effectively extinguished the demon race's destiny, which also meant abandoning the grand scheme of the Witch-Demon Catastrophe.

After planning for so long, they just cut it off in one fell swoop. All their previous efforts were wasted, and they ended up contradicting themselves.

Ling Xiao's gaze pierced through endless time and space, landing on the front of the demon army. The scene was laid out before him, Kunpeng was naturally also in his sight.

"Nothing has changed; a fog still hangs in the air..."

As it stands, Kunpeng is still the same Kunpeng we saw last time; his condition is stable and there are no unusual changes.

Even so, Ling Xiao still paid close attention, his eyes revealing a thoughtful expression as he continuously deduced the situation in his mind.

East Sea.

Ziwei and the others, along with Zhulong and Zhulong Ao Zhan, watched the battlefield where the Wu and Demon races clashed with strange expressions.

Over the years, Human Race and Dragon Clan have been exchanging ideas and exploring deeper levels of cooperation, so they often get together.

"Haha, the demon race and the Ancestral Witch are fighting, isn't that advantageous for us?" Ao Zhan said with a broad smile, very happy.

"That makes sense, that makes sense. The best course of action is to annihilate the entire army, then the world will be ours!" Manshan Clan agreed, looking at Ao Zhan with a sense of mutual respect.

They exchanged a knowing smile.

"Madness!"

Old Dragon sternly reprimanded him, then raised his hand and slapped Ao Zhan across the face.

"Haven't you noticed anything strange about this? Why would the demon race dare to provoke the Witch Clan? There must be a hidden story behind this!"

"Even assuming there are no hidden reasons, how could the demon race be a match for the Witch Clan?"

Zhulong roared, spraying dragon saliva all over Ao Zhan's face.

Manshan Clan shrank back in fright, retreating behind Ziwei and looking around as if he didn't recognize Ao Zhan.

Ziwei smiled helplessly; he thought the same thing, but he just didn't say it aloud.

"My dear friend Ziwei, what do you think of this matter? I wonder what Fellow Daoist Ling Xiao thinks of it..." The Old Dragon regained his warm smile and asked, looking at Ziwei.

Upon hearing this, Ziwei coughed lightly and calmly said, "Don't worry, everything is under control."

This was just something I said offhand, but Ziwei believed that Ling Xiao already knew everything, and there was absolutely nothing wrong with it.

Zhulong breathed a sigh of relief and gave Ziwei a knowing look.

At this moment, on the Primordial Land, the army of the Witch Clan has approached the Hundred Thousand Mountains, facing off against hundreds of millions of demons across the distance.

"Kunpeng, this land is the territory of my Witch Clan. Why don't you stay obediently in the Primordial Galaxy and come back to seek death?"

Dijiang let out a cold shout, shattering the void. His terrifying aura chilled countless demons to the bone, but Kunpeng remained completely calm.

"Dijiang, this land belongs to you, and it also belongs to us. As for who it will ultimately belong to... I think it should be..."

"Of course it belongs to our demon race!"

Kunpeng spoke eloquently with a smile on his face.

As soon as the words were spoken, the entire Witch Clan erupted in cheers!

"Court death!"