The Calamity Ends, the Devil Ancestor Emerges

Chapter 27: The Calamity Ends, the Devil Ancestor Emerges

With the fall of Shen Ni, the morale of the Fierce Beast Clan, who were still putting up a desperate struggle, collapsed the moment they felt their emperor's aura vanish completely. The entire army of beasts began to scatter in a total rout.

"Kill! Leave none alive!"

Zulong, bathed in blood, stood above the void, his long sword pointing toward the fleeing beast army.

The morale of the Three Clans' coalition soared. They pressed their advantage, launching a final, sweeping purge.

Chaos was surrounded by the elite of the Dragon Clan led by Zhulong. His massive, spherical body was covered in deep wounds, and his aura had weakened to the extreme.

He looked at the dense ranks of dragon warriors surrounding him, then glanced in the direction where Shen Ni had fallen, a trace of mournful cry flashing in his eyes.

"My Emperor..."

His voice was hoarse and low, carrying bone-deep hatred:

"Taotie... one day, I will never let you go!"

His body began to disintegrate, transforming into a sky full of chaotic baleful qi that slowly merged into the Primordial World.

Those wisps of baleful qi drifted between heaven and earth, eventually turning into the evil thoughts of the Primordial World, lurking in dark corners, waiting for the chance to erode living beings.

Qiongqi was trapped by Yuanfeng's Nirvana Fire. His wings were scorched black, and he was eventually captured after exhausting his strength.

Taowu, suppressed by the earth-element laws of Shi Qilin, was buried deep into the earth a million feet down, sealed away by the power of the land.

Qiongqi looked at the sky stained red with blood and let out a loud laugh:

"Hahahaha... listen well... we four great fierce beasts were all born from the baleful qi of heaven and earth... one day, we will return!"

His voice echoed across the battlefield, carrying the obsession of a curse.

As the seal descended, Qiongqi's voice came to an abrupt end.

With the three great generals suppressed one after another, the remaining fierce beasts lost their final command and were reduced to targets for slaughter.

The Three Clans' coalition swept through the Far West Lands like an autumn wind clearing fallen leaves, wiping out the fierce beasts entirely.

The Fierce Beast Calamity, which had lasted for countless eons, finally drew to a close.

Above the battlefield, the Heavenly Dao took notice.

A vast and solemn aura began to condense over the entire Far West Lands. Golden light poured down from the heavens, sprinkling over every corner of the battlefield.

With the Fierce Beast Calamity ended, the Heavenly Dao accelerated its formation, bestowing a massive amount of merit to reward those who had contributed.

The golden light of merit illuminated the world, dividing into several portions and falling upon those who deserved them.

Fifty percent merged into the body of Hongjun.

Hongjun stood in the void, feeling the merit of the Heavenly Dao surging into his body, and remained silent for a moment.

For a Chaos Demon God like him, whose cultivation was already at the peak of the ninth level of the Hunyuan Realm, the merit of the Heavenly Dao was of little use. Yet, he accepted it nonetheless.

The merit of the Heavenly Dao was a symbol of the Heavenly Dao's recognition.

To control the Primordial World, the recognition of the Heavenly Dao was a step that could not be bypassed.

Thirty percent was divided equally among Zulong, Yuanfeng, and Shi Qilin.

Golden pillars of merit enveloped their bodies, and the hidden injuries they had accumulated during the battle healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

What surprised them even more was that their long-stagnant cultivation bottlenecks began to loosen under the washing of this merit.

Zulong was the first to break through.

A powerful aura erupted from his body, shooting straight into the clouds.

He roared at the sky, the sound of the dragon's cry shaking the surroundings. Golden light burst forth from his body as he broke through to the Primordial Golden Immortal realm.

Following closely behind, Yuanfeng and Shi Qilin also broke through one after another.

Three auras of the Primordial Golden Immortal realm rose simultaneously, their pressure weighing down on all directions.

Seeing this, the soldiers of the Three Clans cheered and rejoiced, their morale reaching new heights.

The remaining twenty percent of the merit transformed into a sky of golden rain, sprinkling upon the soldiers of the Three Clans' coalition. Although each individual received only a small amount, it was enough to improve their cultivation and heal much of their injuries.

The blood-red light of the Far West Lands finally dissipated completely.

The sky returned to clarity, and sunlight spilled onto the earth, drawing a period to this tragic war.

Deep within Mount Sumeru, the Dao body of Luo Hou slowly opened its eyes, his gaze sweeping across the cave.

In the cave stood countless figures, dense and numerous. These figures varied in form; some were humanoid, some beast-like, and some had no fixed shape at all.

But all of them exuded thick black qi, their eyes flashing with scarlet light, their auras fierce and evil.

These were the beings he had derived from his own Law of the Great Dao during his slumber.

The Dao body of Luo Hou looked at them, nodded with satisfaction, and spoke slowly, his voice low and majestic:

"From this day forth, you shall be called... the Devil Race."

The figures knelt on one knee in unison and shouted in unison:

"We pay our respects to the Devil Ancestor!"

The Dao body of Luo Hou nodded slightly, his gaze piercing through the cave walls to look at the world outside Mount Sumeru.

"It is time to begin my plan."

He whispered to himself, then turned his gaze toward the direction of the Far West Lands.

The next moment, his brow furrowed sharply.

"Hmm?"

He sensed that Shen Ni's aura had vanished, and the aura of the Fierce Beast Clan had also almost completely dissipated.

He pinched his fingers to calculate, and his expression suddenly became fascinating.

"The fierce beasts... were actually wiped out?"

He found it hard to believe. His gaze continued to track, and he saw Zulong, Yuanfeng, and Shi Qilin surrounding an old Daoist, calling him "Fellow Daoist Luo Hou" repeatedly.

The expression of the Dao body of Luo Hou turned gloomy in an instant.

"Hongjun!"

He spat out these two words through gritted teeth, the killing intent in his eyes surging.

"You old Daoist, you actually dared to scheme against this ancestor!"

He raised his hand abruptly, and the God-Slaying Spear appeared in his palm.

This was the true body of the God-Slaying Spear, a complete, top-tier Chaos Spirit Treasure.

The Dao body of Luo Hou gripped the shaft of the spear, flashed, and disappeared from the cave.

Leaving only the newly born Devil Race in the cave, looking at each other in confusion.

"The Devil Ancestor... what has happened to him?"

On the battlefield of the Far West Lands.

Hongjun had just finished responding to the enthusiastic gratitude of Zulong and the others and was walking toward Taotie, who was suspended in mid-air.

Seeing Hongjun approach, Taotie's face had lost all color. His eyes were hollow and desperate; he had accepted his fate.

Hongjun stood before him, looking him up and down, his eyes filled with contemplation:

"A person from outside the domain... able to instantly increase his cultivation, and able to create out of thin air an Innate Supreme Treasure that already exists..."

He stroked his beard, preparing to take Taotie away.

Just then,

"Old man Hongjun! Die!!!"

A violent shout exploded in the sky!

Immediately following, a terrifying black light shot straight at Hongjun's face!

The black light was fast to the extreme, tearing a pitch-black rift in space wherever it passed.

Hongjun's pupils constricted. The Pseudo-Creation Jade Disk instantly erupted with a dazzling white light, forming a light screen that enveloped him.

"BOOM!!!"

The black light slammed into the screen, erupting with a deafening roar. The screen trembled violently; although it did not shatter, Hongjun was forced back several steps by the impact.

Hongjun raised his head and looked at the figure that had suddenly appeared in the sky.

Luo Hou was dressed in black, holding a long spear, black qi surging around him, his killing intent soaring to the heavens.

"Fellow Daoist Luo Hou."

Hongjun steadied himself, his expression unchanged, his tone still calm.

"Why do you do this?"

Hearing the words "Fellow Daoist," the corner of Luo Hou's eye twitched violently, and the killing intent on his face grew even more intense:

"Old man Hongjun! You stole this ancestor's name to swindle and bluff in the Primordial World, and now you dare to pretend to be innocent!"

He shook the God-Slaying Spear in his hand, the tip pointing directly at Hongjun:

"You are courting death!"

Before the words had even faded, his figure flashed, and he appeared before Hongjun. The God-Slaying Spear transformed into a black lightning bolt, stabbing straight at Hongjun's throat!

Hongjun dared not be negligent; the Pseudo-Creation Jade Disk shone brightly, meeting the attack.

The two powerhouses instantly clashed.

The God-Slaying Spear in Luo Hou's hand was a genuine top-tier Chaos Spirit Treasure, each strike carrying the terrifying power to tear through space.

Although Hongjun's cultivation was higher, he was currently only revealing the cultivation of the fifth level of the Hunyuan Realm and was unwilling to expose all his trump cards, so he was suppressed by Luo Hou for a time.

On the battlefield, the Three Clans' coalition looked at the black-clad figure that had suddenly appeared in the sky, their expressions changing drastically.

"Who is that?"

"Such a terrifying aura..."

"Listening to what he just said, it seems he is the real Luo Hou!"

Zulong, Yuanfeng, and Shi Qilin looked at each other, seeing the gravity in each other's eyes. They did not rashly intervene; a battle of that level was no longer something they could involve themselves in.

Taotie, frozen in mid-air, watched the two figures locked in fierce combat in the sky, his heart churning like a stormy sea:

That is Luo Hou... the real Luo Hou!

What on earth is going on with this Primordial World? How do Hongjun and Luo Hou both possess cultivation at the Sage level?!

He recalled the Primordial World novels he had read in his past life, and his head spun:

Those Primordial World novels have ruined me! All that talk about becoming a Sage only after the Dao-Demon struggle between Hongjun and Luo Hou—it's all a damn lie!

Deep within his body, the system that had remained silent all this time began to panic.

This won't do... this Primordial World is far too bizarre... the power of the laws is absurdly strong, and now so many experts of the Hunyuan Realm have emerged...

I must find a way to transmit the news here to my God... this Primordial World is by no means an ordinary world!

It began to frantically circulate its origin power, attempting to break through the seal Hongjun had set. But that sealing power was incredibly solid; no matter how it struck, it could not shake it in the slightest.

In the sky, the battle between Luo Hou and Hongjun had already lasted for thousands of rounds.

Luo Hou fought with increasing ferocity. Although Hongjun parried flawlessly, he appeared to be gradually falling into a disadvantage.

While blocking Luo Hou's attacks, Hongjun was rapidly contemplating a countermeasure.

Luo Hou wields the true God-Slaying Spear and possesses the cultivation of the eighth heaven of the Hunyuan Realm... continuing to clash head-on will do me no good.

His eyes flickered:

But if I can use this opportunity to stir the wariness of the other Demon Gods' hidden hands... make them believe Luo Hou is a common threat... then I can unite them to deal with him together.

With his plan settled, he deliberately exposed a flaw in his defense.

Luo Hou instantly caught the opening. A flash of killing intent crossed his eyes as the God-Slaying Spear transformed into a bolt of black lightning, thrusting straight at Hongjun's chest!

"Pfft!"

Hongjun was struck by the spear, his body sent flying backward to crash heavily into the ground. He lay at the bottom of the crater with a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, appearing severely injured.

"Luo Hou..."

Hongjun clutched his chest, his voice laced with a hint of weakness and anger.

"Do not push me too far... I do not wish to fight you."

Luo Hou stood in the void, looking down at him from above, his killing intent undiminished.

"You don't wish to fight? Hmph, that is not for you to decide!"

He raised the God-Slaying Spear once more, black light condensing at the tip, radiating a heart-stopping aura.

"Die!"

As the words fell, the God-Slaying Spear left his hand, transforming into a black meteor that shot toward Hongjun!

A sharp glint flashed in Hongjun's eyes. The Pseudo-Creation Jade Disk suddenly erupted with brilliant light, and the three thousand laws of the Great Dao circulated once more, condensing into a thick barrier of laws before him.

"BOOM!!!"

The God-Slaying Spear slammed into the barrier of laws, erupting with an earth-shattering roar.

Utilizing the force of the impact, Hongjun's body flew backward. Simultaneously, he reached out with his other hand and snatched Taotie, who had been frozen in mid-air.

The Pseudo-Creation Jade Disk flashed with light, the law of space activated, and his figure vanished from the spot in an instant.

Luo Hou retrieved the God-Slaying Spear and looked at the place where Hongjun had disappeared, letting out a cold snort.

He glanced down at the Three Clans coalition army waiting in formation on the ground, a trace of disdain flashing in his eyes, but he could not be bothered to strike again. With a flicker of his figure, he vanished into the void.

He left behind only the countless shaken soldiers of the Three Clans on the battlefield and a land in ruins.