The moment Di Jun stepped out of the spatial passage, he froze.
He had imagined the devastation of the Primordial World, but when he saw it with his own eyes, he fell silent.
The land lay in ruins, corpses strewn everywhere. The great powers fought savagely across it.
The Chaos Origin, the spark that had started it all, had long since been forgotten. Now they fought purely out of hatred.
To keep the Qilin Clan from profiting while they fought, the Dragon and Phoenix Clans had dragged the entire clan into the war.
The chaos only deepened.
Nearly every Primordial Great Golden Immortal and Sage in the Primordial World had joined the fighting.
All beneath a Sage were ants, and those ants were dying in droves amid the shockwaves of battles between Sages and Primordial Great Golden Immortals.
Di Jun stood in the void, staring at the blood-soaked earth below him. For a long time, he said nothing.
"Ah."
A sigh came from beside him.
Hong Yun had appeared at his side without Di Jun noticing. He gazed at the scene before them, his eyes full of sorrow.
"Why must they do this... So many innocent lives lost."
Di Jun turned to look at him, his voice low.
"This is the course of heaven and earth. Everything follows a path laid out in advance. All things are fate; none are ours to decide."
He paused, drew a deep breath, and his gaze hardened.
"This Tribulation is brutal. Let us first do what we ought to do!"
Hong Yun nodded without another word. In a flash, he led the armies of the Ancient Heavenly Court across the Primordial World.
They had not come to fight. They had come to save its vulnerable living beings.
Meanwhile, inside the Immortal Court's great hall