"For the great plan of the Demon Ancestor! Unite the Primordial World!"
A demonic tide surged from the west, sweeping across the Western Continent like a flood. Every member of the Demon Clan radiated towering black qi, their eyes blood-red.
All living beings of the Primordial World trembled beneath Luo Hou's terrifying pressure, momentarily unsure how to respond.
Just then, a spatial rift tore open before the demonic tide. Hongjun, Whisk in hand, blocked its path.
"Luo Hou!" Hongjun swept his Whisk, his voice booming like a great bell. "Your Demon Clan's baleful qi reaches the heavens, and you seek to throw the Primordial World into chaos. You deserve death!"
Before his words had faded, he flicked his Whisk. Immortal light transformed into countless blades of radiance that slashed toward Luo Hou's Dao body, while his voice rang across the land:
"All living beings of the Primordial World! The Demon Clan seeks to imitate the Ferocious Beasts and wreak havoc upon the Primordial World! Join this old Daoist and stop this catastrophe!"
Hearing Hongjun's voice and seeing him block Luo Hou, the beings of the Primordial World immediately came to their senses. The experts of every race, who had been cowed by the pressure, rose one after another and roared as they gathered toward the west.
The Dragon and Phoenix Tribes, who had been withdrawing from the battlefield, were the first to turn around and charge into the overwhelming demonic tide.
A phantom of Shi Qilin, millions of zhang tall, suddenly appeared over the Central Continent. He threw back his head and roared, issuing an Imperial Edict to the Beast Clan: "All Beast Clan beings, heed my command! Protect the Primordial World and slay the Demon Clan!"
Powerhouses such as Zulong and Yuan Feng also traveled through space and arrived one after another.
The moment Zhulong appeared, he revealed his true form. A colossal dragon stretched across the void.
The Law of Time flowed around him. When he opened his eyes, day descended; when he closed them, night covered the land. Entire swathes of weaker Demon Clan members turned into primordial baleful qi between the opening and closing of his eyes.
Powerhouses such as Zulong, Yuan Feng, and Shi Qilin each found their own opponents and engaged the Demon Clan's top combatants in fierce battle.
Luo Hou's Dao body did not care in the slightest about the Demon Clan's casualties. These demons had been evolved from the world's baleful qi by him to begin with. If they died, he could simply evolve more. From beginning to end, his true target had only ever been Hongjun before him.
"Hongjun, old fool, die!"
With a furious shout, Luo Hou's Dao body directly summoned the God-Slaying Spear.
The Great Dao of the Law of Slaughter erupted at full force. Grasping the spear shaft, he viciously drove the God-Slaying Spear into the void.
"Dao-Slaying!"
As his words fell, the entire sky abruptly changed color. Black clouds gathered from every direction, blotting out the light and shrouding the Western Continent in darkness.
Within the clouds, crimson lightning bolts as thick as water barrels writhed and flashed.
Those crimson bolts gradually drew closer together, eventually condensing into the phantom of a massive God-Slaying Spear that stabbed fiercely toward Hongjun!
Hongjun's expression turned grave as his hands rapidly formed seals.
The Pseudo-Creation Jade Disk rose above his head. Three thousand Great Dao laws lit up at once, gathering high in the sky into a massive Dao net that descended upon the God-Slaying Spear phantom.
The two great divine abilities collided with a thunderous boom.
In that instant, space across hundreds of millions of li shattered outright. The Primordial World's Law of Space immediately began repairing it, and the broken space rapidly closed.
Yet the shockwave from that collision blasted the Western Continent, which had only just recovered from the Ferocious Beast Calamity, into ruin once more.
The Dao net held for only a moment before cracks began spreading across it. Then it shattered with a boom.
The God-Slaying Spear phantom struck the Pseudo-Creation Jade Disk.
Clang!!!
The Pseudo-Creation Jade Disk shook violently. Though it was not breached, that terrifying force passed through the jade disk and into Hongjun's body.
Hongjun gave a muffled groan and was slammed straight into the earth tens of thousands of zhang below. Lying at the bottom of the crater, he spat out several mouthfuls of blood.
"Senior Hongjun!"
Zulong and the others' expressions changed drastically at the sight. They wanted to go help him, but their respective opponents held them fast, leaving them unable to break free.
Luo Hou's Dao body stood high in the void, looking down at Hongjun in the crater. He sneered. "Hongjun, old fool, is that all you have? And you dared try to stop me?"
On the Sun Star, Di Jun stood within the Sun Palace and watched the battle on the Western Continent, his heart filled with shock.
"System! What is going on? The Innate Three Clans still exist, so why have Luo Hou and Hongjun already begun the Dao-Demon War? And this cultivation... this doesn't look like the Primordial Origin Golden Immortal Realm! Could my transmigration have caused a butterfly effect?"
The system within him fell silent as well.
Something seemed off about the storyline of this Primordial World. What the hell was an eighth-layer Hunyuan Realm Luo Hou?
Di Jun urged, "System? Answer me! Is this still under control?"
The system finally came back to its senses and emitted a mechanical notification. "Ding. Rest assured, Host. It is under control."
It added, "As long as the Host completes missions with peace of mind, this system can allow the Host to reach the Heavenly Dao Realm and stand above all living beings in the Primordial World. The Host need not worry excessively."
Immediately afterward, the system's voice sounded again. "Ding. Selection mission activated!"
"Option One: Help Hongjun defeat Luo Hou. Reward: one hundred thousand years of cultivation."
"Option Two: Help Luo Hou defeat Hongjun. Reward: two hundred thousand years of cultivation."
"Option Three: Remain on the Sun Star and continue cultivating while waiting for an opportunity. Reward: the acquired merit supreme treasure, the Hongmeng Measuring Ruler."
Seeing the choices before him, Di Jun's eyes immediately lit up.
Wouldn't choosing either of the first two options as a Great Golden Immortal just be suicide?
Without the slightest hesitation, he chose the third option.
After receiving his choice, the system immediately began using its origin to create the treasure.
"The Hongmeng Measuring Ruler... an acquired merit supreme treasure. Killing with it incurs no karmic sin!" Di Jun gripped the ruler, his hands trembling slightly with excitement.
"Once my cultivation rises, what Hongjun, what Heavenly Dao? With one strike of this ruler, all of them will submit to me!"
At the southern foot of Mount Buzhou, Fuxi and Nuwa were also awakened by the earth-shaking battle.
Feeling the terrifying fluctuations from the fight, Nuwa's delicate body trembled slightly.
"Elder Brother... just what level of cultivation do these two seniors possess? I merely sensed it, yet my entire body is trembling..."
Fuxi seemed not to hear her. He stood there blankly, his mind in utter chaos.
Something was wrong...
This wasn't right!
According to the Primordial World storyline he had read, the Three Clans should have fought until they perished together, and only after the Dragon-Han Calamity ended would the Dao-Demon War take place. But what about now? The Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin Tribes had actually stopped fighting and joined forces against the Demon Clan?
It was one thing for the plot to be wrong, but how had it skipped ahead by such a huge stretch?
Could it be... that his transmigration had triggered a butterfly effect?
Just then, a voice suddenly sounded in his mind.
"One chosen by Fate... I hope you do not do anything foolish."
Fuxi's entire body jolted. He sharply looked around. "Who? Who is it?"
The voice sounded again, carrying a faint, elusive smile. "Hehehe... I am Fate, and Fate is me. The course of your fate has already been altered. I now grant you the method of foresight, so that you may help me obtain a share of the Primordial World's fortune. But if you destroy the Primordial World..."
The voice suddenly turned cold.
"I will suppress you within the River of Fate for immeasurable ages."
As the words fell, an immense torrent of information flooded into Fuxi's mind.
The pattern of the Innate Bagua appeared around him and slowly rotated, emanating a mysterious, profound aura.
Fuxi's eyes gradually became deep and unfathomable, as though they could see through the past and future.
When Nuwa saw Fuxi's transformation, she was first startled, then filled with Joy. "Elder Brother! Have you comprehended some Great Dao?"
Fuxi slowly came back to his senses. He lowered his head to look at his hands, then at the phantom of the Innate Bagua surrounding him. After remaining silent for a moment, he finally spoke.
"Innate Bagua... the Dao of foreseeing Fate."
"That's wonderful, Elder Brother! Congratulations!" Nuwa jumped up with Joy.
Yet there was little Joy on Fuxi's face.
Recalling the words of that voice, countless Thoughts filled his mind.
One chosen by Fate... so my transmigration was never an accident. I always thought I was the chosen son of Heaven, but it turns out... I am merely a pawn being manipulated.
Fuxi clenched his fists, then slowly relaxed them.
No matter what, since he had come to this world, since there were people he wanted to protect, he had to survive. Even if he was only a pawn, he would carve out his own path and protect his sister from Hongjun and the Heavenly Dao's schemes.
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