In the Primordial World, years went uncounted. Several yuan epochs passed in the blink of an eye.
The bloody light in the Far West Lands grew ever denser. During this time, the Fierce Beast Clan had nearly slaughtered the entire Western Wasteland.
Whenever they encountered other living beings, they slaughtered and devoured them all, leaving no survivors. The aura of bloodshed stained half the sky a dark crimson.
The living beings of the Primordial World were gripped by panic.
Some small tribes and independent cultivators formed alliances of their own, attempting to resist the Fierce Beasts' assaults. But beneath the iron hooves of the Fierce Beast army, these hastily assembled alliances were like mantises trying to stop a chariot. They often did not last long before being completely wiped out.
The three Innate Clans—the Dragon Clan, Phoenix Clan, and Qilin Clan—were also continually mobilizing their forces. The elites of each clan gathered in their core territories, armor and weapons standing in dense ranks. The string of war had long been drawn tighter and tighter.
On this day, the sky over the Far West Lands suddenly changed.
The originally dark-red sky turned as vividly crimson as fresh blood. Streaks of bloody lightning tore through the clouds and crashed down upon the earth with rumbling thunder.
A terrifying pressure swept out from the depths of the Far West Lands, surging across the Primordial World Continent.
Immediately afterward, a burst of laughter resounded through heaven and earth.
"Hahahaha!"
A figure shot into the sky and stood high in the void.
The man wore dark crimson battle armor and held 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 in unrivaled arrogance.
"I have attained the Primordial Origin Golden Immortal realm!"
Shen Ni's voice was like thunder, spreading across the Far West Continent.
Across the Far West Lands, countless Fierce Beasts felt that pressure and immediately prostrated themselves, releasing earth-shaking roars.
"Congratulations, my Emperor! Congratulations, my Emperor! Congratulations, my Emperor!"
Shen Ni looked down at the densely packed Fierce Beast army below him, a satisfied smile curling across his lips. Then he raised his spear high and brought it down sharply.
"My warriors! From this day onward, advance across the Primordial World on all fronts!"
"I want this heaven and earth of the Primordial World to belong entirely to the Fierce Beast Clan!"
"Roar!!!"
Countless Fierce Beasts threw back their heads and roared, their cries shaking heaven and earth.
Then, an endless beast tide surged out from the Far West Lands like a flood, sweeping toward every corner of the Primordial World.
Within the beast tide, Taotie mingled among the ranks, his face full of worry.
He looked at his fellow Fierce Beasts around him, all howling with excitement, but his heart held only bitterness.
Shen Ni had broken through to the Primordial Origin Golden Immortal realm. The Fierce Beasts had launched their full-scale offensive. The wheels of history had already begun to turn.
No, I have to find a way to escape...
Taotie muttered under his breath, his mind racing.
Just then, the mechanical voice in his mind rang out once more.
"Ding! The Ferocious Beast Calamity has officially begun. The system has issued a mission: kill Shen Ni and become the new generation's 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 sane person could come up with?
But when he saw the mission reward, Taotie's pupils suddenly contracted.
The Chaos Bell!
Wasn't that Donghuang Taiyi's companion Innate Supreme Treasure? Rumor had it that the Chaos Bell was Impervious to All Laws, possessed both offense and defense, and was one of the most supreme Innate Supreme Treasures in the Primordial World.
If he could obtain that treasure, what else would he have 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 simply killing two birds with one stone.
Good! I'll do it!
Taotie secretly made up his mind and began plotting how to carry out the plan.
What he failed to notice was 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 budge it 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. If I use this idiot host to absorb the Primordial World's origin later, perhaps I can become even stronger...
The system silently calculated its own little schemes, while Taotie remained completely unaware.
The Fierce Beasts' full-scale offensive quickly alerted the three Innate Clans.
In truth, over these past several yuan epochs, the Three Clans had already made their preparations. The elite armies of the Dragon Clan, Phoenix Clan, and Qilin Clan had gathered at the Dragon Clan's territory, waiting only for an order to march to the front lines.
Before the Dragon Clan's main 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 land, and qilins strode upon the clouds. Every warrior radiated boundless fighting spirit.
"Everyone!"
Zulong's voice was like a great bell, carrying across the entire army.
"The Fierce Beast Clan has ravaged the Primordial World, slaughtering without mercy. Today is the day we carry out justice on behalf of heaven!"
"Slaughter the Fierce Beasts and restore peace to the Primordial World!"
The soldiers of the Three Clans shouted in unison, their morale soaring once more.
At that moment, the void suddenly rippled, and Hongjun stepped out from empty space.
"Fellow Daoist Luo Hou!" Zulong, Yuan Feng, and Shi Qilin all cupped their hands in greeting.
Hongjun nodded in return and said with a smile, "This place is far from the Far West Lands. If the army marches there on foot, the Primordial World may already be drowned in blood by the time they arrive. 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?"
Hongjun said no more. Raising his hand, he summoned the Pseudo-Creation Jade Disk. The jade disk hovered in midair as the Law of Space began to shine. Within that light, a massive spatial rift appeared.
"Please proceed first, fellow Daoists." Hongjun made a welcoming gesture.
"This old Daoist will follow shortly."
Zulong, Yuan Feng, and Shi Qilin exchanged glances, then cupped their hands together. "Thank you for your assistance, Fellow Daoist!"
"All for the Primordial World." Hongjun nodded with a smile.
The leaders of the Three Clans hesitated no longer and each gave their orders.
"Dragon Clan warriors, march with me!"
"Phoenix Clan warriors, march with me!"
"Qilin Clan warriors, march with me!"
The vast armies of the Three Clans filed into the spatial rift in a mighty procession, vanishing within it.
Hongjun remained where he was, watching the Three Clans' armies depart. A meaningful smile rose on his lips.
"This old Daoist will soon be able to spread the Dao throughout the Primordial World as well," he murmured.
Putting away the jade disk, he took a single step, and his figure vanished from the spot.
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