This Script Seems to Be Wrong

A hundred years was no more than the flick of a finger to the great powers of the Primordial World.

But to the living beings of the Primordial World today, those hundred years were like the final revelry before the end of days descended.

The Dragon Clan, Phoenix Clan, and Kirinkind seemed to have fallen completely into madness. No longer did they concern themselves with disputes over territory or resources. Instead, they gathered all their forces like a raging tide toward the edge of the Western Lands Continent, in the direction of Mount Sumeru.

The heavens had been dyed a glaring blood-red, while the earth trembled violently beneath the trampling of countless armies.

"Kill! Slaughter every last one of these loaches and beasts!"

"Tear those scruffy birds to pieces!"

At the edge of the Western Lands Continent, the armies of the three clans finally collided.

There were no formations, no probing attacks—only the most primitive and bloodiest hand-to-hand slaughter.

Severed limbs fell like raindrops, and blood gathered into rivers, staining the already barren Western Lands all the more horrifyingly red.

Among those soldiers fighting with mad abandon, quite a number had eyes that were an eerie black, Demonic Qi so nauseating it turned the stomach emanating from their bodies.

They had completely abandoned defense, seeking only to drag more enemies down with them before they died.

The thunderous booms of self-destruction rose one after another, and terrifying energy storms shredded the space within a million li into pieces.

At the summit of Mount Sumeru.

Luo Hou, clad in black robes, sat cross-legged atop the Twelfth-Grade World-Destroying Black Lotus. Looking down at the incomparably tragic battlefield below, a cruel and triumphant grin curled across his lips.

"Hahahaha! Kill! Kill to your hearts' content!"

"Your resentment, your blood—all of it will become the most perfect nourishment for my Sword Formation of Immortal Execution!"

Luo Hou formed seals rapidly with both hands. Beneath Mount Sumeru, the phantom images of four Slaying Swords that pierced heaven and earth flickered in and out of sight, greedily devouring the battlefield's Baleful Energy and Demonic Qi, both dense to the extreme.

As the devouring continued, the four Slaying Swords grew increasingly solid, and the aura of destruction they radiated became ever more terrifying, as though they could pulverize heaven and earth at any moment.

Yet as time passed, the smug curve on Luo Hou's lips slowly fell.

As though he had sensed something amiss, the smugness on Luo Hou's face vanished in an instant, replaced by astonishment and disbelief.

"Most of these people... are demonic servants upon whom I planted Demonic Seeds!"

"I hid them so well. How could every last one of them have appeared here!?"

At the same time, within Pangu Hall on Mount Buzhou.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches knew nothing of the earth-shaking upheaval outside. They were immersed in profound enlightenment.

With the immense Fortune gathered from tens of millions of living beings supporting them, the Twelve Ancestral Witches' cultivation speed was simply advancing a thousand miles a day.

"Boom!"

Within the great hall, a violent Southern Bright Flame soared into the sky, burning the surrounding void until it warped and twisted.

Zhu Rong abruptly opened his eyes. Two balls of crimson flame danced ceaselessly within them, and his aura had astonishingly reached the Late Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal stage!

"Hahaha! Wonderful! This Fortune blessing is even more effective than swallowing immortal pills!"

Zhu Rong laughed loudly. Feeling the surging power within his body, he could not help wanting to find someone to fight.

Immediately afterward, several powerful auras erupted in succession within the great hall.

Extreme Cold Heavy Water swirled around Gonggong's body, and his Water Law grew ever more complete as he too stepped into the Late Daluo stage.

Qiang Liang, Xi Zi, She Bishi, Ru Shou, Jumang, Tian Wu...

Washed by Fortune and aided by the Creation Jade Disk, the eleven Ancestral Witches had all broken through to the Late Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal stage in merely a hundred years!

"Quiet down. Do not disturb Big Brother's enlightenment."

Zhu Jiuyin slowly opened his eyes. The phantom River of Time within them had completely solidified, as though he could see through the past, present, and future.

Though he too was at the Late Daluo stage, his aura was deeper and more restrained than Zhu Rong's and the others'.

At his words, the Ancestral Witches immediately withdrew their auras and turned their gazes in unison toward the azure figure above the blood pool.

Dijiang's aura had reached Perfected Great Principal.

"Big Brother, it seems the Dragon, Phoenix, and Kirin clans have begun their decisive battle."

"A decisive battle?"

Dijiang was not greatly surprised, for he knew that such a battle between the three clans was inevitable. Afterward, it would be time for them to withdraw from the stage of the Primordial World's ruling clans.

"However, their decisive battle seems somewhat strange."

"Why do you say that?"

"The place of their decisive battle is in the Western Lands..."

"The battleground is in the Western Lands?"

That truly surprised Dijiang. The Western Lands were Luo Hou's territory. As for Ancestral Dragon and the others not knowing about Luo Hou, he did not believe that for a moment. The three clans had instinctively avoided the Western Lands in their conflicts, and neither the Phoenix Clan nor Kirinkind had claimed the Western Lands as their own territory. They certainly feared Luo Hou, which was why they did not enter the Western Lands.

"This does seem rather wrong."

Dijiang was not the only one to notice something amiss. There was another person watching in secret as well.

Mount Yujing.

Immortal Qi billowed, and the rhythms of the Dao flowed.

Hongjun, dressed in a gray-white Daoist robe, sat cross-legged upon a cushion. Half of the incomplete Creation Jade Disc floated above his head, trailing threads of mysterious clear light.

His originally half-closed eyes abruptly opened, and a flicker of uncertainty flashed through their profound depths.

"The three clans actually chose the foothills of Mount Sumeru in the Western Lands as the site of their decisive battle?"

Hongjun knitted his brows tightly, his fingers rapidly calculating. Yet the heavenly secrets had long been churned into a chaotic blur by the Baleful Energy of the tribulation and Luo Hou's Demonic Qi. Even he could see only a hazy sea of bloody light.

"Ancestral Dragon, Origin Phoenix, and Primordial Qilin may have had their minds clouded by Tribulation Aura, but they are by no means fools. They deliberately avoided the Western Lands all along because they feared that fellow Luo Hou."

"And now they have chosen a battlefield right beneath Luo Hou's nose. This is absolutely no coincidence!"

Hongjun rose to his feet, his gaze piercing layer upon layer of void as he looked toward the soaring bloody baleful aura in the Western Lands.

"Could it be... they discovered Luo Hou's scheme and wish to use this opportunity to fight him until both fish and net are destroyed?"

"No!"

Hongjun abruptly shook his head. "If the three clans truly had such courage, they would have joined hands long ago. There must be something fishy here!"

He pondered for a moment, then shook his head.

"Never mind. The script has deviated, but the final outcome will not change. Let us see how Luo Hou handles this."

In the Western Lands, beneath Mount Sumeru.

The brutal slaughter had already lasted a full thousand years.

Those members of the three clans infected by Demonic Qi, along with the gravely wounded elders who could not recover, had almost all been killed or injured.

Blood had dyed every inch of land around Mount Sumeru red. Dense resentment and Baleful Energy had condensed into tangible black clouds, shrouding the entire Western Lands Continent in endless darkness.

"Buzz—"

At the summit of Mount Sumeru, Luo Hou abruptly rose to his feet, his face so gloomy it seemed water could drip from it.

"Good! What an Ancestral Dragon! What an Origin Phoenix! What a Primordial Qilin!"

Luo Hou laughed in extreme fury, his voice carrying bone-piercing coldness. "I thought you had truly gone mad. Who would have thought that you were using my hand to purge the hidden dangers within your clans!"