The war between the Witch Clan and Demon Race erupted. This battle was far fiercer and more brutal than the last.
During the previous battle, the Demon Race had not deployed its full strength. Only Dijun and Taiyi had acted, fighting the Twelve Ancestral Witches.
But this time, both races had brought forth all their foundations for a true life-or-death struggle.
If either side lost, it would face the extinction of its entire race.
One could imagine that under such circumstances, both sides fought with every ounce of strength they possessed.
At every moment, countless corpses fell around Buzhou Mountain.
Blood flowed in torrents, seeping into the earth and eventually gathering in Minghe's Netherworld Blood Sea.
The Netherworld Blood Sea was where the blood of all living beings gathered after death, collecting the densest baleful aura between heaven and earth.
Yet this did Minghe no harm. On the contrary, it benefited him. After all, he had been born in such an environment.
The baleful aura that all cultivators avoided like poison could be absorbed by Minghe.
And the blood of all beings that gathered here was also nourishment for Minghe's cultivation.
It could be said that in every great calamity of heaven and earth, when all beings slaughtered one another, Minghe was a beneficiary.
Whenever a Tribulation of Calamity unfolded and countless beings died, it was an opportunity for Minghe's cultivation to advance.
And it was the same now. As the Wu and Yao Races fought a brutal battle, Minghe continuously reaped benefits in secret.
Minghe sat cross-legged atop the Twelve-Grade Karmic Fire Red Lotus. This red lotus was more vividly colored than ever before.
It looked as though it had been condensed from blood.
Seated upon the lotus platform, Minghe was constantly tempered by the blazing flames rising from it.
Whenever blood qi and baleful aura surged toward Minghe, the flames burned away the karma and Karmic Force contained within them.
Only then were they absorbed and refined by Minghe. That was the purpose of the Twelve-Grade Karmic Fire Red Lotus.
It could also assist Minghe's cultivation; indeed, it was indispensable.
Otherwise, if he absorbed the blood of all beings like this, then no matter how great his divine abilities or magic power were, he could not dissolve the karma and Karmic Force of all beings.
Besides Minghe's cultivation, on the other side, a similarly blood-red giant cocoon was also wildly absorbing an endless stream of blood qi.
This giant cocoon was the Primordial Insect Egg that Minghe had seized and refined into an incarnation.
It absorbed blood qi even more fiercely and frenziedly than Minghe himself.
That was because it absorbed this blood qi without any filtering at all, without the burning of the Twelve-Grade Karmic Fire Red Lotus.
It devoured the karma and Karmic Force of all beings along with it.
But that was precisely the innate talent of Minghe's incarnation—the Primordial Fierce Insect, the Blood-Winged Black Mosquito.
It was somewhat similar to the fierce beasts formed from the flesh and blood of the many fiendgods when heaven and earth first opened.
It was immensely vicious and baleful, able to ignore even the karma of all beings and absorb it all as one.
That suited its title as a Primordial Fierce Insect perfectly.
Minghe had high hopes for this incarnation, so naturally he would not stop its absorption now.
Meanwhile, as the Wu and Yao Races fought, aside from the slaughter between their armies, the five great powers of the Heavenly Court—Dijun, Taiyi, Fuxi, Nuwa, and Kunpeng—had also begun battling the Twelve Ancestral Witches.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches once more assumed their true forms to face Dijun and the others. They unleashed all kinds of divine abilities and controlled laws, their power leaving all who witnessed it in awe.
Worthy of Pangu's bloodline! Even Minghe felt inferior to that will to battle heaven and earth, that unyielding refusal to ever admit defeat.
Thus the great battle raged on, with both sides continuously slaughtering each other. No one knew how many members of the Witch Clan and Demon Race had fallen.
Corpses piled into mountains and blood ran into rivers, granting Minghe an enormous harvest.
Suddenly, Minghe's heart stirred, and he felt a vague premonition.
The next moment, the entire Primordial World abruptly darkened, as though night had fallen.
Within the boundless black sky and cosmos, stars shone with light far brighter than before.
These stars seemed to be shrouded in a layer of demonic qi, eerily sinister, like enormous demon eyes looking down upon heaven and earth.
They inspired a feeling of immense terror!
"Buzz!!!!"
Countless stars revolved, their starlight crisscrossing and linking together.
In an instant, a magnificent grand array appeared, shocking every great power in the entire Primordial World speechless.
The Great Zhou Heavenly Stars Array.
It was the supreme array of the Demon Race, jointly deduced by Dijun and Fuxi during their seclusion.
It used the entire starry sky and hundreds of millions of stars as its formation.
Such an array had never existed before. Setting everything else aside, this audacity alone was enough to leave one shaken.
"Witch Clan, Dijang, this time, we will wipe you out completely!" Dijun's voice rang out from within the grand array, echoing through heaven and earth.
The next moment, banners could be seen waving atop the hundreds of millions of stars.
They were Star Banners, and also Main Array Banners.
On every star stood a member of the Demon Race waving such a great banner, drawing upon the stars and causing them to resonate with one another, thereby forming the grand array.
In an instant, innumerable beams of starlight shot down like countless lasers, piercing toward the Witch Clan on the earth below.
They were simply unstoppable.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches all roared in fury and tried to resist, but thick beams of light also blasted toward them.
These were beams emitted from the Three Hundred and Sixty-Five Main Stars at the very core of the Great Zhou Heavenly Stars Array.
Every one of them was incomparably thick and exceptionally fierce.
With a bang, Ancestor Witch Zhurong of Fire failed to withstand one and was struck by a beam of starlight.
His body swayed, and he nearly toppled over from the impact, unable to stop himself from roaring in rage.
Yet facing such a situation, he had no solution. He could only struggle endlessly to defend himself.
The other Ancestral Witches were the same. For a time, they all fell into a completely passive position.
Seeing the Witch Clan suffer such grievous casualties, Dijang finally shouted, "Brothers, the Great All-Heavenly Evil Spirits Array!"
At once, the Ancestral Witches shouted in unison. Each took up his position and corresponded with the others as streams of towering baleful qi surged violently upward.
"Rumble!"
At that moment, it seemed as though all heaven and earth had frozen. A grand array had formed among the Twelve Ancestral Witches as well.
Baleful qi rolled through this grand array, seemingly drawing baleful qi from every corner of heaven and earth toward them.
The Great All-Heavenly Evil Spirits Array.
This was the Witch Clan's supreme array.
During this period, while Dijun and Fuxi had been deducing the Great Zhou Heavenly Stars Array, by sheer coincidence, the Twelve Ancestral Witches of the Witch Clan had also been studying their own bloodlines.
From the inheritance within their bloodlines, they had obtained this grand array, the Great All-Heavenly Evil Spirits Array.
This array could merge the twelve Ancestral Witches into one and then summon Pangu's True Body.
Thus, Dijun believed that after deducing the Great Zhou Heavenly Stars Array, he could exterminate the Witch Clan.
But little did he know that the Ancestral Witches had the very same idea: with the Great All-Heavenly Evil Spirits Array and Pangu's True Body, they could destroy the Demon Race.
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