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.

Yet to the living beings of the Primordial World today, those hundred years had been like one 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 care about fighting over territory or resources; instead, they gathered all their forces like a raging tide toward the edge of the Western Continent, in the direction of Mount Sumeru.

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

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

"Tear those motley-feathered birds to pieces!"

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

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

Severed limbs and broken arms fell like rain. Blood gathered into rivers, dyeing the already barren western lands an even more horrifying red.

Among those soldiers who fought like madmen, quite a number had eyes of an eerie black, their bodies radiating nauseating Demonic Qi.

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

The booms of self-destruction rose and fell without end, while terrifying energy storms tore the space within a million li to shreds.

At the peak of Mount Sumeru.

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

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

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

Luo Hou rapidly formed seals with both hands. Beneath Mount Sumeru, the phantoms of four killing swords that reached from heaven to earth flickered in and out of sight, greedily devouring the battlefield's incomparably dense Baleful Intent and Demonic Qi.

As they devoured more and more, the bodies of those four killing swords grew increasingly solid, and the aura of destruction they emitted became ever more terrifying, as though they could shred heaven and earth apart at any moment.

Yet as time passed, the smug curve of Luo Hou's lips slowly flattened.

As if he had noticed something wrong, the triumph on Luo Hou's face vanished in an instant, replaced by astonishment and disbelief.

"These people... most of them are demonic servants upon whom I planted Demonic Seeds!"

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

Meanwhile, within Pangu Hall on Mount Buzhou.

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

Bolstered by the immense fortune gathered from tens of millions of living beings, the Twelve Ancestral Witches' cultivation advanced by leaps and bounds.

"Boom!"

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

Zhu Rong suddenly opened his eyes. Two clusters of crimson fire danced unceasingly within them, and his aura had astonishingly reached the Late Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal realm!

"Hahaha! Excellent! This fortune's blessing works even better than swallowing immortal pills!"

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

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

Extreme Cold Heavy Water coiled around Gonggong's body, and his Water Law grew ever more complete. He too had entered the Late Great Principal realm.

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

With the cleansing of fortune and the aid of the Creation Jade Disk, all eleven Ancestral Witches had broken through to the Late Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal realm in merely a hundred years!

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

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

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

Hearing this, the Ancestral Witches immediately restrained 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 Clan, Phoenix Clan, and Kirinkind have begun their final battle."

"The final battle?"

Dijiang was not particularly surprised, for he knew the three clans were destined to fight this battle. Afterward, it would be time for them to leave the stage as the dominant clans of the Primordial World.

"However, their final battle seems somewhat strange."

"Why do you say that?"

"The place where they are fighting is in the west..."

"The battlefield is in the west?"

That did surprise Dijiang somewhat. The west was Luo Hou's territory. As for Ancestral Dragon and the others not knowing about Luo Hou, he did not believe it. The struggles among the three clans had instinctively avoided the west, and neither the Phoenix Clan nor Kirinkind had claimed the west as their own territory. They had surely stayed out of the west because they feared Luo Hou.

"This does seem a little off."

Dijiang was not the only one to notice something amiss. Someone else had also been watching from the shadows.

Mount Yujing.

Immortal mist swirled, and Dao rhythms flowed.

Hongjun, dressed in gray-white Daoist robes, sat cross-legged upon a meditation cushion. Half of a broken Creation Jade Disc floated above his head, casting down threads of profound clear radiance.

His previously half-closed eyes suddenly snapped open, and a flicker of uncertainty passed through their deep depths.

"The three clans chose the foot of Mount Sumeru in the west as the site of their final battle?"

Hongjun frowned tightly, his fingers rapidly calculating. Yet heavenly secrets had long since been churned into chaos by the Baleful Intent of the tribulation and Luo Hou's Demonic Qi. Even he could see only a blurred expanse of blood-colored light.

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

"And now they have chosen to hold their final battle right beneath Luo Hou's nose. This is absolutely no coincidence!"

Hongjun rose to his feet, his gaze piercing through layer upon layer of void toward the blood-soaked Baleful Intent rising into the western skies.

"Could it be... they discovered Luo Hou's scheme and wished to use this chance to fight him until fish died and the net tore?"

"No!"

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

He pondered for a moment, then shook his head.

"Forget it. The script has deviated, but the final result will not change. Let us see how Luo Hou deals with this."

In the west, beneath Mount Sumeru.

The brutal slaughter had continued for a full thousand years.

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

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

"Buzz—"

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

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

Luo Hou laughed in extreme fury, his voice carrying a bone-piercing chill. "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!"