Suppress the Witch-Slaying Sword, Break the Primordial River Luo Formation-Another Hun Yuan Sage Joins the Battle? She Has Returned!

"Had the Witch Clan truly come to an end in the Primordial World...?"

The Dutian God-Demon Array exploded with a thunderous blast, unleashing an apocalyptic catastrophe. Even though Hongjun had personally descended upon the Primordial World and intervened, pouring out vast Hun Yuan divine power to shield the nine heavens, ten lands, Four Seas and Eight Wastes, protecting countless mountains and rivers—

Terror still swept across the heavens, bringing ultimate destruction.

Compared to the countless calamities that would unfold throughout the Primordial World's heavens, where life and death were decided at will and heaven and earth could be destroyed—

The surviving cultivators cared more about...

What had become of the Witch Clan?

Were the Twelve Ancestor Witches alive or dead?

When "Houtu" detonated the Dutian God-Demon Array, most living beings of heaven and earth bore no resentment toward her.

Instead, they could empathize with her and understand!

They even deeply admired the Witch Clan's unyielding will, their lone courage in defying heavenly might, and their boldness!

It was truly stirring and tragic!

Every one of them stood in solemn respect!

There was no other reason.

All living beings knew that Ancestor Witch Houtu had acted out of sheer helplessness!

If the sages of the heavens had not oppressed the Witch Clan so viciously, if Dao Ancestor Hongjun had not presided so unfairly, joining hands with them to humiliate the Witch Clan, why would the Witch Clan have chosen to fight to mutual destruction, perishing together like jade and stone?

The Twelve Ancestor Witches would never have sacrificed themselves to prove their resolve through death!

How heroic!

How tragic!

All of this had been forced upon them!

Even a cornered rabbit would bite!

Even a desperate dog would leap over a wall!

Amid endless sighs and lamentations—

Countless curious gazes focused upon that stretch of ancient starry sky.

The Dutian God-Demon Array's explosion had shattered the Primordial World into pieces, reducing the boundless starry sky to patches of primordial chaos.

Apart from the three disheveled sages who had fled in panic in time, escaping the explosion's core—

Nothing else could be seen.

Looking over—

Taiqing Laozi sat atop a flawless white lotus dais. Though protected by the Twelve-Rank World-Purifying White Lotus, his hair was disheveled, his Daoist robe tattered and stained with blood, and his eyes filled with terror.

Then there was Yuanshi Tianzun, with a cloud of splendor above his head, blooming in dazzling colors.

Within the cloud, a primordial world appeared and vanished, its sun, moon, and stars shining throughout.

Within the cloud, five-colored divine radiance dyed the heavens, while celestial music of eight tones resounded through the universe.

Outside the cloud, countless golden lamps, golden lotuses, jeweled pendants, hanging pearls... fell from the sky in an endless stream, like rain dripping from eaves.

This was the Heavenly Cloud, a defensive supreme treasure formed from the righteous breath within Pangu's chest. It ranked among the innate treasures; once unleashed, evil retreated and all techniques failed to harm its bearer.

"Good thing I held something back, or that bitch Houtu really would have gotten me killed! Damn it!"

"Cough, cough, cough!!"

Yuanshi Tianzun looked equally miserable after surviving the calamity. His sage power was in disarray, his Blood Qi depleted, and he cursed furiously without end.

Even as he cursed, he continued coughing up blood.

"Fellow Daoist Houtu... was this worth it? Was it truly worth it?"

Tongtian, meanwhile, stood protected by the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation. Though it had kept him safe, he had still suffered considerable injuries; his face was deathly pale, and his Sage's Dao Rhyme was weak.

He raised his eyes toward that chaotic starry sky, his gaze full of incomprehension.

At the same time, he could not help but sigh bitterly!

He had yet to repay the favor he owed "Houtu"!

Moreover, he had not asked "Houtu" what profound meaning lay behind those words!

What did she mean when she said that today's Witch Clan might well be the future of the Jie Sect?

Though those words had come from Houtu, a mere Quasi-Saint, they contained some profound truth of the Great Dao. Even a Hun Yuan Sage like Tongtian could neither explain them clearly nor comprehend them fully.

They were truly mysterious and obscure!

Tongtian carried many regrets. Could Houtu and the Twelve Ancestor Witches really have perished just like that?

He refused to accept it!

"Hiss—Houtu really was ruthless. No, she was a ruthless witch!"

On Western Mount Sumeru, Jieyin was horrified, yet also immensely relieved. Fortunately, he had run back quickly enough!

Otherwise, the ones facing calamity would not have been the Three Pure Ones, but him!

Whew, that was close!

Hiss—how terrifying!

On a certain chaotic battlefield—

Nuwa and Zhunti had also stopped their fierce battle, both standing frozen in place.

Zhunti was secretly shaken, unable to stop himself from sucking in cold breaths. Just moments ago, he had been complaining about his terrible luck, wondering why Nuwa had latched onto him.

But now, seeing the heavens and myriad worlds in ruins, living beings suffering everywhere, and the Primordial World shattered into pieces, he too felt relieved!

Thanks to Junior Sister Nuwa, he had indirectly escaped disaster!

Wonderful!

Nuwa, however, remained stunned for a long while. Her exquisite, breathtaking face was filled with sorrow as she mourned in silence.

Her red lips parted, and she murmured softly, "Fellow Daoist Houtu... why did it have to come to this... sigh!"

"Junior Sister Nuwa, the dead cannot return to life. Please restrain your grief!"

Just as Nuwa was grieving, Zhunti had to run his mouth, sounding almost as though he were gloating.

"Bald donkey, shut your filthy mouth!"

"Who told you Fellow Daoist Houtu had fallen!? Take this—River Diagram of Mountains and Rivers!!"

The next moment, Nuwa transformed her grief and fury into strength. She erupted, venting all the depression and frustration in her heart upon Zhunti.

"Junior Sister Nuwa, I was merely speaking the truth! Why go this far? Why go this far?!"

"Noisy!"

"..."

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The chaotic void trembled as the fierce battle continued.

With the Twelve Ancestor Witches' suicidal fall, the entire Primordial World and the forces of all races sank into an atmosphere of grief.

Whether it was Zhulong—

Or Phoenix Mother of the Phoenix Clan, or the Qilin clan elders—

Every one of them was sorrowful and silent, as though mourning the twelve martyrs and praying for them.

Zhulong let out a heavy sigh. "Sigh, so it still wasn't enough!"

Phoenix Mother lamented sadly, "Since ancient times, ants have struggled to shake heavenly might. For the Witch Clan to have reached this point was already no easy feat!"

The Qilin clan elders sighed endlessly. Their already stooped bodies bent further, while the light entirely vanished from their aged, clouded eyes...

"Was it finally... over?"

Even Hongjun, despite possessing sage methods capable of reaching heaven and earth, whose Dharma eyes could instantly see through the courses of the three great rivers of fate—past, present, and future—could not see through that murky, chaotic current of stars. For the moment, he could not determine the truth.

His heart remained suspended, and he did not dare lower his guard for even an instant!

"My Heavenly Court... my Heavenly Court!!"

Suddenly, a shrill and piercing cry of grief from a divine bird rang through heaven and earth.

Demon Emperor Di Jun gazed upon the once-grand and majestic Heavenly Court, now reduced entirely to ruins and broken walls. His heart ached beyond measure, and he roared in fury.

"The Twelve Ancestor Witches have already perished. The Witch Clan's fortune golden dragon is gone, their destiny is exhausted, and their time of death has come!"

"By my Eastern Emperor's decree, slaughter every remaining witch and wipe them out!"

The Dutian God-Demon Array's self-destruction had destroyed heaven and earth, creating a world-ending calamity. Though it was horrifying, Eastern Emperor Taiyi quickly composed himself, delighted by the outcome as he decisively issued his order.

The situation had reversed again and again. The Demon Clan... began its counteroffensive!

The Witch-Demon Calamity continued!

Kill!

Kill!

Kill!

"..."

In an instant, countless demon gods surged forth like waves. Billions of Demon Clan soldiers flooded forward like schools of fish crossing a river, like swarms of locusts passing through a land. Their cries of slaughter shook the heavens as they charged fiercely toward the Witch Clan camp.

Fuxi, acting under Di Jun's orders, once more controlled the River Diagram and Luo Book, setting up the Primordial River Luo Formation to annihilate endless members of the Witch Clan.

Where immeasurable starlight descended, terrifying tidal waves rose, reducing millions of witches to ashes in an instant.

Demon Master Kunpeng wielded the Witch-Slaying Sword, unleashing streak after streak of boundless sword light that severed the heads of countless great witches, unstoppable in its advance!

Whether it was the killing force of the Primordial River Luo Formation—

Or the glorious sword might of the Witch-Slaying Sword—

Both left billions of witches with little will to fight!

Though Xing Tian danced with shield and axe, Jiu Feng fought with courage no less than any man, Chi You charged valiantly through every enemy... countless great witches continued to battle in blood!

Yet many witches died miserably. Wails filled the land, anguished roars continued without end, and bitter sobbing echoed everywhere...

After all—

The Demon Clan's Heavenly Court had come with overwhelming force. They were not afraid of it; at worst, they would die!

But...

What they feared most was—

The Witch Clan had lost its pillars!

However...

Just as countless witches sank into endless despair and wept bitterly—

At that very moment!

A Sky-Supporting Giant Finger suddenly appeared upon the Witch-Slaying Sword. It covered heaven and earth, towering like a mountain range.

It seemed to contain peerless power, with endless calamitous Blood Qi winding around it, churning and surging madly!

The finger slowly descended!

It shattered layer upon layer of void.

It crushed one small multidimensional world after another into collapse.

It displayed boundless terrifying might!

In an instant, the Witch-Slaying Sword's descending trajectory abruptly halted. It was frozen in place, suspended in midair and trembling wildly, continuously emitting resonant sword hums.

Countless wronged souls of the Human Clan howled skyward from within it, crying like ghosts and wolves. Every cry was heart-rending and terrifying.

When that finger descended—

The Witch-Slaying Sword instantly fell silent, and its boundless sword light dimmed at once.

The billions upon billions of wronged souls of the Human Clan within it were all suppressed, every sound cutting off abruptly.

Immediately after—

Having suppressed the Witch-Slaying Sword's ferocious might—

That Sky-Supporting Giant Finger did not slow at all. Not only had its peerless force not weakened in the slightest, it became even more violent and terrifying!

In an instant, it crossed billions of li, shattered void after void, and finally pressed down upon the Primordial River Luo Formation. In moments, it extinguished boundless starlight and crushed ancient stars into dust!

With a crack like shattering glass, starlight rained down across heaven and earth, blanketing the mountains and rivers in every direction.

The Primordial River Luo Formation was finally broken!

"This... is a Hun Yuan method!? ⊙∀⊙! Could another sage have joined the Witch-Demon Calamity?!!"

"Which sage is it this time???"

The sudden, terrifying scene caused the two Golden Crows' hearts to sink. Stormy waves rose within them as they faced a formidable enemy.

At nearly the same moment—

The sages of the heavens, the great powers of every Primordial World race and faction, and even all living beings of heaven and earth turned solemn!

Hongjun was no exception!

Could it be...

Had she returned?!!

"You two feathered beasts dared slaughter my Witch Clan while I was away from the Witch-Demon battlefield? You seek death—"

Before long, rolling thunder answered the two Golden Crows. Its voice was vast and resounding, shaking heaven and earth with the same overbearing arrogance as ever!

What a familiar flavor?

What a familiar formula?

What a familiar voice?

It was her, it was her, it was indeed her!

That crazy woman who had once made the sages of the heavens tremble in spirit and given Hongjun a headache—Houtu had returned!!!

She had returned again!!!

"Hiss—"

Rumble!!!

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