Initial Battle of Dao and Devil, the Chess Players Make Their Moves

"For the grand plan of the Devil Ancestor! Unify the Primordial World!"

The tide of devils surged out from the west, sweeping across the Western Continent like a flood. Every member of the Devil Race possessed towering black energy, their eyes burning crimson.

The myriad spirits of the Primordial World trembled under the terrifying pressure exerted by Luo Hou, momentarily at a loss for how to respond.

Just then, a spatial rift tore open in front of the devil tide. Hongjun stood in its path, holding his whisk.

"Luo Hou!" Hongjun flicked his whisk, his voice booming like a great bell. "Your Devil Race reeks of baleful qi and seeks to wreak havoc upon the Primordial World. You must be purged!"

Before the words had even faded, he lashed out with his whisk. Immortal light transformed into ten thousand blades of radiance, slashing toward the physical form of Luo Hou, while his voice echoed across the wilderness:

"All living beings of the Primordial World! The Devil Race seeks to emulate the Ferocious Beasts and bring ruin to our world! Follow me, and together we shall stop this catastrophe!"

Hearing Hongjun's voice and seeing him intercept Luo Hou, the spirits of the Primordial World finally snapped to their senses. The experts of various clans, previously cowed by the overwhelming pressure, rose to their feet and roared as they converged toward the west.

The Dragon and Phoenix tribes, who had been withdrawing from their own battlefield, were the first to change course, charging headlong into the overwhelming tide of devils.

A phantom image of Shi Qilin, a million zhang in height, suddenly manifested over the Central Continent. He roared toward the heavens, issuing a decree to the Beast Clan: "All beasts, hear my command! Protect the Primordial World, slay the Devil Race!"

Zulong, Yuanfeng, and other powerhouses arrived one after another, tearing through space to join the fray.

As soon as Zhulong appeared, he revealed his true form—a colossal dragon spanning the entire void.

The Law of Time swirled around him. With a blink of his eyes, day descended; with another, night shrouded the land. Entire legions of low-cultivation devils were reduced to primitive baleful qi between his blinks.

Zulong, Yuanfeng, Shi Qilin, and the other experts each found their opponents, engaging in fierce combat against the top-tier combatants of the Devil Race.

Luo Hou cared nothing for the casualties among his devils. They were merely manifestations he had conjured using the baleful qi of heaven and earth; if they died, he could simply conjure more. His true target, from beginning to end, was the Hongjun before him.

"Old man Hongjun, die!"

Luo Hou's physical form bellowed, directly summoning the God-Slaying Spear.

The Law of Slaughter erupted at full power. He gripped the shaft and slammed the God-Slaying Spear into the void:

"Dao-Slaying!"

As the words fell, the entire firmament changed color. Pitch-black clouds gathered from all directions, blotting out the light and plunging the Western Continent into darkness.

Within the clouds, red lightning as thick as water barrels rolled and surged.

The red lightning bolts gradually drew together, eventually condensing into a massive phantom of the God-Slaying Spear, which struck down violently toward Hongjun!

Hongjun's expression turned grave as his hands moved in a rapid series of seals.

The Pseudo-Creation Jade Disk rose above his head. Three thousand Great Dao laws lit up simultaneously, converging in the high sky to form a massive net of Dao, which descended to shroud the phantom spear.

The two great divine abilities collided with a deafening roar.

In that instant, billions of miles of space shattered. The spatial laws of the Primordial World immediately began to repair the damage, and the fractured space healed rapidly.

However, the shockwave from the collision blasted the Western Continent—which had only just begun to recover from the Ferocious Beast Calamity—into a state of utter ruin once more.

The net of Dao held for only a moment before cracks appeared, and then it shattered into pieces.

The phantom of the God-Slaying Spear struck the Pseudo-Creation Jade Disk.

Clang!!!

The Pseudo-Creation Jade Disk trembled violently. Although it was not broken, the terrifying force transmitted through the disk and into Hongjun.

Hongjun let out a muffled groan as his body was driven deep into the earth. He lay at the bottom of a massive crater, coughing up mouthfuls of blood.

"Senior Hongjun!"

Zulong and the others saw this and their expressions shifted drastically. They tried to move forward to assist, but were held fast by their respective opponents, unable to break free.

Luo Hou stood high in the void, looking down at Hongjun in the crater with a sneer. "Old man Hongjun, is this all the skill you have to stop me?"

On the Sun Star, Di Jun stood within the Sun Palace, watching the battle on the Western Continent with utter shock.

"System! What is going on? The Innate Three Clans still exist, so why have Luo Hou and Hongjun already begun the Dao-Devil struggle? And this cultivation level... it doesn't look like that of a Primordial Golden Immortal! Is this the butterfly effect caused by my transmigration?"

The system within him fell silent.

The plot of this Primordial World seemed somewhat wrong. What was this about a Luo Hou at the eighth level of the Hunyuan Realm?

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Di Jun urged, "System? Answer me! Is this still under control?"

The system finally regained its composure, emitting a mechanical chime: "Ding. Host, rest assured, it is under control."

It added, "As long as the host completes the missions, this system can help the host reach the Heavenly Dao Realm, standing above all spirits of the Primordial World. There is no need for the host to worry."

Immediately after, the system's voice sounded again: "Ding. Choice mission initiated!"

"Choice one: Help Hongjun defeat Luo Hou. Reward: 100,000 years of cultivation."

"Choice two: Help Luo Hou defeat Hongjun. Reward: 200,000 years of cultivation."

"Choice three: Remain on the Sun Star to cultivate and wait for an opportunity. Reward: Post-natal Merit Treasure, the Hongmeng Measuring Ruler."

Seeing the options before him, Di Jun's eyes lit up.

As for the first two options, wouldn't he just be throwing his life away as a mere Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal?

He chose the third option without a moment's hesitation.

Once the system received his choice, it immediately began crafting the artifact using its origin energy.

"The Hongmeng Measuring Ruler... a Post-natal Merit Treasure, killing without incurring karmic debt!" Di Jun gripped the ruler, his hands trembling with excitement.

"Once my cultivation rises, what are Hongjun or the Heavenly Dao to me? One strike, and they shall all bow before me!"

At the southern foot of Mount Buzhou, Fuxi and Nuwa were also awakened by the earth-shattering battle.

Nuwa felt the terrifying fluctuations of the combat, her delicate body trembling slightly.

"Big Brother... what level of cultivation do these two seniors possess? Just by sensing them, I feel as though my entire body is shaking..."

Fuxi stood there blankly, as if he hadn't heard her, his mind in complete chaos.

This wasn't right.

It wasn't right at all!

According to the Primordial World lore he had read, the three clans should have fought until they were mutually destroyed, ending the Dragon-Han Calamity, before the Dao-Devil struggle began. But now? The Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin tribes had actually ceased hostilities and were working together to fight the Devil Race?

It wasn't just that the plot was wrong; it had skipped a massive chunk of history!

Could it be... that his own transmigration had triggered a butterfly effect?

Just then, a voice suddenly echoed in his mind:

"One chosen by fate... I hope you do not do anything foolish."

Fuxi shuddered and looked around abruptly. "Who? Who is there?"

The voice sounded again, carrying a faint, ethereal hint of a smile: "Hehehe... I am Fate, and Fate is I. Your trajectory of fate has been altered. I now bestow upon you the method of foresight to help me claim the fortune of the Primordial World. But if you disrupt the Primordial World..."

The voice turned chillingly cold: "I shall suppress you within the River of Fate for an immeasurable amount of time."

As the voice faded, a vast amount of information flooded into Fuxi's mind.

The patterns of the Innate Bagua emerged around him, rotating slowly and emitting a mysterious, profound aura.

Fuxi's eyes began to grow deep, as if he could see through the past and the future.

Nuwa saw the change in Fuxi and was startled, then overjoyed. "Big Brother! Have you gained insight into some Great Dao?"

Fuxi slowly regained his senses. He looked down at his hands, then at the phantom of the Innate Bagua circling him. He remained silent for a long moment before speaking slowly:

"The Innate Bagua... the path of prophetic fate."

"That's wonderful, Big Brother! Congratulations!" Nuwa jumped for joy.

But there was little joy on Fuxi's face.

He recalled the words of that voice, his thoughts in turmoil.

One chosen by fate... so his transmigration was not an accident. He had always thought himself a child of destiny, but in the end... he was merely a pawn being manipulated.

Fuxi clenched his fists, then slowly relaxed them.

Regardless, since he had come to this world and found someone he wanted to protect, he had to survive. Even if he were only a pawn, he would carve out his own path and protect his sister from the schemes of Hongjun and the Heavenly Dao.