Beast Tide Sweeps Forth, Three Clans Set Out

In the Primordial World, years went uncounted. Several yuanhui passed in the blink of an eye.

The bloodlight in the Far West Lands grew increasingly dense. During this time, the Fierce Beast Clan had nearly slaughtered the Western Wasteland clean.

Whenever they encountered other living beings, they slaughtered and devoured them all, leaving no survivors. The baleful blood aura stained half the sky a dark crimson.

The living beings of the Primordial World were filled with dread.

Some small tribes and independent cultivators formed alliances on their own, attempting to resist the Ferocious Beasts' invasion. But beneath the iron hooves of the Ferocious Beast army, these hastily assembled alliances were like mantises trying to stop a chariot, often being wiped out before they could hold on for long.

The three Innate Clans—the Dragon Clan, Phoenix Clan, and Qilin Clan—were also constantly mobilizing their forces. Their elite members gathered in their core territories, armor and weapons standing in dense ranks. The bowstring of war had long been drawn tighter and tighter.

On this day, the sky over the Far West Lands suddenly changed.

The formerly dark-red sky turned as scarlet as fresh blood. Bolts of bloody lightning tore through the clouds and crashed down upon the earth with thunderous roars.

A terrifying pressure swept out from the depths of the Far West Lands, surging across the Primordial World.

It was immediately followed by a burst of laughter that rang through heaven and earth.

"Hahahahaha!"

A figure soared into the sky and stood high in the void.

He wore dark crimson armor and wielded a blood-red spear. His long hair whipped wildly in the gale, while black-red arcs of lightning coiled around his body.

Standing there, he resembled a demonic god who had emerged from hell, looking down upon the world with unrivaled arrogance.

"I have attained the Primordial Golden Immortal realm!"

Shen Ni's voice rumbled like thunder, spreading across the Far West Continent.

Across the Far West Lands, countless Ferocious Beasts sensed that pressure and prostrated themselves upon the ground, letting out earth-shaking roars.

"Congratulations, my Emperor! Congratulations, my Emperor! Congratulations, my Emperor!"

Shen Ni looked down at the densely packed Ferocious Beast army beneath him, a satisfied smile curling his lips. Then he raised his spear high and slashed it down.

"Men! From this day onward, advance across the Primordial World!"

"I want all heaven and earth in this Primordial World to belong to the Fierce Beast Clan!"

"Roar!!!"

Countless Ferocious Beasts threw back their heads and roared, their cries shaking heaven and earth.

Immediately afterward, an endless beast tide surged out of the Far West Lands like a flood, sweeping toward every corner of the Primordial World.

Within the beast tide, Taotie blended into the ranks, his face full of worry.

He looked at his fellow Ferocious Beasts around him, all howling excitedly, but his heart contained only bitterness.

Shen Ni had broken through to the Primordial Golden Immortal realm. The Ferocious Beasts had launched their full assault. The wheels of history had begun to turn.

No, I need to find a way to escape...

Taotie muttered under his breath, his mind racing.

Just then, that mechanical voice sounded in his mind once more.

"Ding! The Ferocious Beast Calamity has officially begun. The system has issued a mission: kill Shen Ni and become the new-generation emperor of the Fierce Beast Clan. Mission reward: the Innate Supreme Treasure, Chaos Bell."

Taotie froze for a moment.

Kill Shen Ni? Was that a mission any normal person could come up with?

But when he saw the mission reward, Taotie's pupils suddenly contracted.

Chaos Bell!

Wasn't that Donghuang Taiyi's companion Innate Supreme Treasure? It was said that the Chaos Bell was impervious to all techniques and integrated offense and defense, one of the most powerful Innate Supreme Treasures in the Primordial World.

If he could obtain such a treasure, what would he have left to fear in this Primordial World?

Besides, he had already intended to seize the World-Extinguishing Millstone. Now the system had tied these two matters together. It was practically killing two birds with one stone.

"Good! I'll do it!"

Taotie secretly made up his mind and began considering how to carry out the plan.

But he failed to notice that the system within him was also secretly grumbling at that moment.

Damn it, what is going on with this Primordial World? Why is the power of its laws so strong? I can't even steal Donghuang Taiyi's Chaos Bell. I can't pry it loose at all.

When the time comes, I can only use my origin to create a fake and fool him with it.

This Primordial World is so powerful. Once this idiot host absorbs the Primordial World's origin in the future, perhaps I can become even stronger...

The system silently calculated its own little scheme, while Taotie remained completely unaware.

The Ferocious Beasts' full-scale assault quickly alerted the three Innate Clans.

In fact, over these several yuanhui, the Three Clans had long been prepared. The elite armies of the Dragon Clan, Phoenix Clan, and Qilin Clan had already gathered at the Dragon Clan's territory, awaiting only an order to march to the front lines.

Before the Dragon Clan's great hall, the three armies stood in formation.

Zulong, Yuan Feng, and Shi Qilin stood side by side. Behind them stretched the dense armies of the Three Clans. Dragon scales gleamed beneath the sun, phoenix fire blazed across the plains, and qilins trod upon clouds. Every warrior emanated boundless battle intent.

"Everyone!"

Zulong's voice was like a great bell, carrying through the entire army.

"The Fierce Beast Clan has ravaged the Primordial World, slaughtering cruelly and without restraint. Today is the day we uphold justice on behalf of heaven!"

"Slaughter the Ferocious Beasts and restore peace to the Primordial World!"

The soldiers of the Three Clans shouted in unison, their morale rising once again.

Just then, the void suddenly rippled, and Hongjun stepped out from the emptiness.

"Fellow Daoist Luo Hou!" Zulong, Yuan Feng, and Shi Qilin cupped their fists in greeting.

Hongjun nodded in return and smiled. "The Far West Lands are a great distance from here. If the army travels there on foot, the Primordial World may already be devastated beyond repair. This old Daoist has come to lend a hand and send you on your way."

Zulong's eyes lit up. "Fellow Daoist, do you have a solution?"

Without another word, Hongjun raised a hand and brought out the Pseudo-Creation Jade Disk. The jade disk floated in midair as the laws of space began to shine. Within that radiance, a massive spatial rift appeared.

"Please go ahead, fellow Daoists." Hongjun made a welcoming gesture.

"This old Daoist will follow shortly."

Zulong, Yuan Feng, and Shi Qilin exchanged glances, then cupped their fists together. "Thank you for your assistance, Fellow Daoist!"

"All for the Primordial World." Hongjun nodded with a smile.

The leaders of the Three Clans no longer hesitated and each gave their orders.

"Dragon Clan warriors, follow me to war!"

"Phoenix Clan warriors, follow me to war!"

"Qilin Clan warriors, follow me to war!"

The vast armies of the Three Clans marched into the spatial rift in an unending stream, disappearing within it.

Hongjun remained where he was, watching the Three Clans' armies depart. A meaningful smile rose at the corner of his lips.

"This old Daoist will soon be able to spread the Dao in the Primordial World as well," he murmured.

He put away the jade disk, took a single step, and vanished from where he stood.