"Crash—"
In an instant.
Boundless primordial pressure surged like a vast sea, carrying overwhelming sword qi that pierced the heavens, streaked across the sun, and shattered the clouds.
A swordsman in azure robes stood proudly atop the ancient starry sky, descending upon the Witch-Demon battlefield. With sword-like brows and starry eyes, he looked down upon everything.
Countless living beings bowed their heads, while Heaven and Earth trembled in awe.
He had come, he had come—Tongtian had descended with the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation!
The two Golden Crows' eyes shone brightly, blazing with excitement. Yet they still shouted, "The Witch Clan is finished!"
Countless members of the Demon Clan were likewise overjoyed, as though a heavy burden had been lifted.
In contrast, the entire Witch Clan was instantly shrouded in a heavy, oppressive atmosphere. Waves of suffocating pressure washed over them, leaving them all silent.
Some wore grave expressions, their hearts filled with sorrow.
Others wept bitterly in grief.
"Senior Brother Tongtian..."
On the battlefield within chaotic void, Nuwa, who was locked in combat with Zhunti, slightly furrowed her brows, her expression exceedingly complicated.
She knew that Tongtian had come under orders, bringing the greatest killing formation beneath the Heavenly Dao. This time... the Witch Clan likely had no hope of turning things around!
They were in grave danger!
Nuwa was the great sage of the Demon Clan and the Nuwa Sovereign of the Heavenly Court. Her stance was completely opposed to that of the Witch Clan.
Yet the Dao Ancestor had ordered the saints of the Profound Gate to suppress the Witch Clan, while she had used demanding karma as an excuse to battle Zhunti in the Chaos rather than intervene in the Witch-Demon conflict. This was already the greatest respect she could show Ancestor Witch Houtu!
But what about Tongtian?
He truly could not defy his master's orders!
There was nothing he could do!
"Tongtian, why are you only getting here now? Why didn't you wait until I was dead? You're always so slow and hesitant..."
When Tongtian arrived at the Witch-Demon battlefield, Yuanshi's expression suddenly sharpened, as though he had seized a lifeline. A flicker of delight passed through his eyes.
But after looking Tongtian over and realizing that he had truly broken through to the fourth level of the Primordial Great Luo before him, his heart immediately grew unbalanced.
He instantly began to complain, his words harsh and cutting.
Taiqing Laozi felt equally conflicted, his heart filled with indescribable bitterness.
Among Pangu's Three Pure Ones, Tongtian was clearly the youngest!
Why?
Why him?!
Tongtian ignored all of this.
The first thing he did upon arriving at the Witch-Demon battlefield was cast a complicated look toward Houtu.
Then...
He bowed, cupped his hands, and offered a salute.
Respectfully, he said, "Thank you, Fellow Daoist Houtu, for helping me comprehend the Dao and break through. I, Tongtian... owe the Witch Clan a karmic debt. However, I can only repay it if an opportunity arises in the future."
"Today, my master's orders cannot be defied, and the bond among the Three Pure Ones binds me. I had no choice but to come and disturb you. Therefore... if I offend you in any way, I hope you can understand."
Boom!
The moment those words fell.
The entire battlefield fell silent!
Taiqing, Yuanshi, the two Golden Crows... all of them stared in stunned disbelief.
They were dumbfounded!
Every last one of them was dumbfounded!
What?
Tongtian had broken through to the fourth level of the Primordial Great Luo entirely because of... that reckless woman—Houtu?!
This...
How was that possible?!
That woman was merely a Quasi-Saint, nothing but an ant!
How could she possibly possess such ability as to help a saint comprehend the Dao and break through?
Hiss—
It was simply unimaginable!
"Help a primordial saint comprehend the Dao and break through?! Senior, when did you... You're incredible!"
Houtu's true body had inexplicably received Tongtian's salute, leaving her deeply flattered. Though puzzled, her admiration for Chen Xuan only grew stronger, to the point that she practically worshipped him.
Chen Xuan pondered Tongtian's salute for a moment before understanding its meaning. Then he merely nodded in response.
He knew that what he had done today aligned with the teachings upheld by Tongtian's Jie Sect. Thus, Tongtian's comprehension and breakthrough were simply natural and inevitable.
He also knew that Tongtian had come this time only because he had been forced into it, as their positions differed.
After pondering for a long while, Chen Xuan still could not help but blurt out with a faint sigh, "Tongtian, how is today's Witch Clan any different from the Jie Sect of the future? Time, fortune, fate..."
Today's Witch Clan was the future Jie Sect?!
Thump!
Upon hearing this, Tongtian's Dao heart suddenly trembled. When he looked at "Houtu" again, there was now not only respect and admiration in his eyes, but also a deeper sense of mystery and curiosity.
At the same time, his respect for her grew even greater!
"Houtu's" words contained unfathomable mysteries of Heaven and Earth. Even he, a primordial saint, could not currently comprehend even a fraction of them!
This Ancestor Witch Houtu...
She truly was a sacred being!
Yet respect was respect, and curiosity was curiosity. Because of his position, Tongtian still offered a friendly reminder. "Fellow Daoist Houtu, the conflict between the Witch Clan and Demon Clan is the great trend of the Primordial World. It cannot be defied. If you withdraw in time, lead the Witches away from the Heavenly Court, transform into Reincarnation, and attain sainthood, I can still plead with Master Hongjun to spare the Witch Clan. Otherwise, once the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation is deployed, it will become a fight to the death."
It was clear that Tongtian truly did not wish to completely fall out with the Witch Clan!
Under such circumstances, how could Taiqing Laozi, who always carried himself with an air of grandeur, not display his own broad-mindedness?
"Indeed. Ancestor Witch Houtu, do not persist in your delusions. If you are willing to turn back before the precipice, I can also pretend that none of this ever happened."
There it was—Taiqing Laozi, wishing to conceal his scheme against the Human Clan and also unwilling to involve himself in the immense danger of a clash between the Dutian God-Demon Array and the Immortal-Slaying formation, immediately echoed those words.
His speech was lofty and righteous, instantly making his bearing seem grander!
Seeing this.
The two Golden Crows and the Demon Court faction tensed up once more, their hearts rising into their throats.
Were they going to negotiate peace again, with both sides taking a step back and compromising?
If so, would the Witch Clan not survive?
Absolutely not!
Meanwhile, upon hearing this, the Ancestor Witches all looked toward Houtu in unison once more, once again placing the choice in her hands.
"Senior, look... the Three Pure Ones are all willing to yield and compromise. Why don't we try to reason with them?"
Houtu suddenly spoke timidly, seeking Chen Xuan's guidance.
She understood very clearly that Tongtian controlled the Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation, the foremost killing formation beneath the Heavenly Dao. Just as Tongtian had kindly warned, once Dutian clashed with Immortal Slaying, everything would descend into an unpredictable and enormous crisis.
At that time...
Whether it was the Witch Clan or the Demon Clan.
Whether it was the Myriad Races of the Primordial Desolation or all living beings beneath Heaven and Earth.
All would suffer devastation!
If things went badly, the entire heavens of the Primordial World could shatter and Chaos might return!
Chen Xuan understood what Houtu meant.
She was simply trying to persuade him to stop.
No, this silly girl...
Why was she always so innocent and naive?
Should he call her kind and pure?
Or big-breasted and brainless?
Stop?
What kind of joke was that?!
He was still in the middle of his killing spree, still fired up, and had not even had his fill! There was no way he was stopping!
"Reason? Haven't I been reasoning with them all along?"
"Houtu, do you think the Witch Clan still has any path of retreat at this point?"
"Let me put it this way. You've seen it yourself—the Witch Clan has already attacked the Heavenly Court twice and was on the verge of exterminating the Demon Clan. But what was the result?"
"You must understand, once we retreat, behind us lies a bottomless abyss, Chaos Purgatory, a place from which we will fall into eternal damnation!"
"Do you want to transform yourself into Reincarnation and watch helplessly as billions of Witches are reduced to less than one in ten, barely clinging to life, never able to rise again?"
After Chen Xuan finished speaking.
Houtu left him on read, sinking into silence.
For a long, long time.
Only then did she part her crimson lips and slowly ask, "Senior, according to what you say... does the Witch Clan truly have no way out? No chance of survival at all?"
"There is! Of course there is!"
"Since the Heavenly Dao is unjust and the saints are unrighteous, treating all things in Heaven and Earth as mere sacrificial dogs, plotting against the Witch Clan and suppressing the Earthly Dao—since the outcome is transformation into Reincarnation anyway, with fewer than one in ten Witches surviving, and death awaits us either way, then we might as well raise our blades and march forward, rise from death, overturn the saints of these heavens, and shatter this unjust Heavenly Dao!!"
The moment he finished speaking.
A resolute, unwavering light suddenly appeared in Chen Xuan's eyes, while fury surged toward the heavens.
He took a bold step forward and pointed at the Three Pure Ones from afar.
Neither servile nor overbearing, he roared, "Fellow Daoist Tongtian, do not try to persuade me further. And Taiqing Laozi, stop putting on that hypocritical act. Even if the Witch Clan compromised today, would the Heavenly Dao and Hongjun truly give the Witch Clan a way to live?"
The moment those words fell.
Laozi was instantly choked with rage, blowing his beard and glaring.
Tongtian answered with silence.
Hongjun...
Narrowed his eyes, murderous intent concealed within them!
The Witch-Demon Calamity required both clans to perish. This was the great trend of the Primordial World!
So where could the Witch Clan possibly find a path to survival?
"Since the Heavenly Dao and Hongjun refuse to give the Witch Clan a chance to live, then today, I will use this body of mine to shake the Heavenly Dao!"
"I will forge warmth and coldness with my soul!"
"I will dye the azure heavens with my blood!"
"I will defy the dark firmament with my life!"
"Words are useless. Three Pure Ones, come fight—!!!"
Before long, wave after wave of thunderous cries swept through the heavens, shaking the entire Primordial World.
They rang out with deafening force!
Boom! Boom boom!!
Oh no, Senior Chen Xuan was showing off again!
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