Suppressing the Slaughter-Slaying Sword, Breaking the Heluo Formation, Another Hunyuan Saint Joins the Battle? She Has Returned!

"Has the Wu clan truly come to an end in the Primordial Desolation..."

The Dutian God-Demon Array self-destructed with a roar, unleashing a world-ending catastrophe. Even if Hongjun himself had descended upon the Primordial Desolation and personally intervened to save the day, pouring his vast Hun Yuan power to envelop the nine heavens and ten earths, the four seas and eight directions, protecting billions of miles of mountains and rivers.

Still, terror swept through all realms, enacting ultimate destruction.

Compared to the evolution of the Primordial Desolation's myriad realms through Immeasurable Calamities, where everything was created and destroyed at will, shattering heavens and annihilating worlds.

The cultivators who had luckily survived were more concerned about...

What was the current state of the Wu clan?

Were the Twelve Ancestor Witches alive or dead?

It was said that when "Houtu" detonated the Dutian God-Demon Array, the vast majority of beings in the world held no resentment in their eyes.

Instead, they felt empathy and expressed understanding!

They even felt immense admiration for the Wu clan's unyielding will, their solitary courage in challenging heavenly might, their spirit and boldness!

Truly a tale worthy of song and tears!

Everyone looked upon them with solemn respect!

It was not without reason.

For all beings in the world knew that Ancestor Witch Houtu's actions were a move of desperation!

If the Sages of the heavens had not bullied the Wu clan excessively, and Dao Ancestor Hongjun had not presided unjustly, joining hands to oppress the Wu clan, why would the Wu clan have resorted to a desperate struggle, a mutual destruction?

Why would the Twelve Ancestor Witches have sacrificed themselves, dying to make their resolve known!

Such ambition!

Alas!

This entire event was forced upon them!

Even a rabbit will bite when cornered!

A dog will jump over the wall when desperate!

Amidst endless sighs and lamentations.

Countless curious gazes focused squarely on that region of the ancient starry sky.

The Dutian God-Demon Array had self-destructed, shattering the Primordial Desolation into four pieces, and the vast starry sky had been blasted into patches of primordial chaos.

Apart from the three Sage figures who had managed to flee in panic and escape the central area of the Dutian God-Demon Array's explosion, looking disheveled.

Nothing else could be seen clearly.

Looking closely.

Taiqing Laozi sat upon a pure and flawless white lotus platform. Although protected by the Twelve-grade Pure World White Lotus, his hair was disheveled, his daoist robe tattered and stained with blood. Terror and dread filled his eyes.

Then there was Yuanshi Tianzun, with a Heavenly Cloud hovering above his head, radiating multicolored light.

Within the cloud, a primordial world was faintly visible, with the sun and moon illuminating it.

Within the cloud, five-colored divine light illuminated the heavens, and eight-toned celestial music resounded throughout the universe.

Outside the cloud, countless golden lamps, golden lotuses, necklaces, and hanging pearls... rained down, ceaseless and unending, like water dripping from eaves.

This was the Heavenly Cloud, a supreme defensive treasure formed from the vast, righteous energy in Pangu's chest. It ranked among the innate treasures. Once summoned, it repelled all evil and was impervious to all magic.

"Fortunately, I held something back, otherwise... I would have really been killed by that woman Houtu! Damn it!"

"Cough, cough, cough!!"

Yuanshi Tianzun, having narrowly escaped death, was equally disheveled. His Sage's power was in disarray, his Blood Essence depleted. He cursed incessantly, filled with resentment.

While cursing, he coughed up blood without stopping.

"Fellow Daoist Houtu... was it worth it to do this? Was it really worth it?"

Looking at Tongtian, the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation protected him, and though he was safe, he had still suffered considerable injuries. His face was extremely pale, and his Sage's dao rhythm was weak.

He raised his eyes to look at the chaotic starry sky, his gaze filled with confusion.

At the same time, he sighed with regret!

He hadn't yet repaid the karmic debt he owed "Houtu"!

Moreover, he hadn't asked "Houtu" in detail what profound meaning lay behind her words!

What did she mean, "The Wu clan of today is also the future of the Jie Sect"?

Although these words came from Houtu, a mere Quasi-Saint, they contained some profound truth of the Great Dao. Even Tongtian, a Hun Yuan Sage, could not fully understand or explain them.

Truly mysterious and obscure!

Tongtian harbored many regrets, unable to believe that Houtu and the Twelve Ancestor Witches had truly perished like this?

He was unwilling!

"Hiss—That woman Houtu is truly a ruthless person, no, a ruthless witch!"

On Mount Sumeru in the West, Jieyin was shocked and terrified, but at the same time, he felt immense relief. It was fortunate he had fled back so quickly!

If not, it wouldn't be the Sanqing facing calamity, but him!

Phew, that was close!

Hiss—so terrifying!

In a chaotic battlefield somewhere.

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

Zhunti secretly felt a surge of alarm, unable to stop himself from gasping in disbelief. Just a moment ago, he was complaining about his terrible luck for being entangled with Nuwa.

But now, seeing the myriad worlds in ruins, the living beings suffering, and the Primordial Desolation torn asunder, he couldn't help but feel fortunate!

Thanks to Junior Sister Nuwa, he had indirectly escaped a catastrophe!

Wonderful!

Nuwa, however, was lost in thought for a long time. Her exquisite and peerlessly beautiful face was etched with worry, and she couldn't help but feel a profound sadness.

Her red lips parted slightly, and as she spoke, her voice like orchids, she whispered, "Fellow Daoist Houtu... why must it come to this... alas!"

"Junior Sister Nuwa, the Wu cannot be brought back from death. Please accept my condolences!"

Just as Nuwa was lost in sorrow, Zhunti, with his ill-timed words, seemed to be gloating.

"Bald donkey, shut your stinking mouth, this Palace commands you!"

"Who told you that Fellow Daoist Houtu has already perished!? Hmph, take this River Diagram of Mountains and Rivers from this Palace!!"

In the next moment, Nuwa transformed her grief and rage into strength, exploding in fury. She unleashed all the pent-up frustration and despair in her heart upon Zhunti.

"Junior Sister Nuwa, this poor monk was merely speaking the truth! Why must it be like this! Why at all!"

"Noisy!"

"..."

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The void of chaos trembled, and the intense battle continued.

It could be said that with the suicidal demise of the Twelve Ancestor Witches, for a time, the entire Primordial Desolation world, all races, and all factions were immersed in an atmosphere of grief.

Whether it was Ancestor Zhulong.

Or the current Phoenix Mother of the Phoenix clan, and the elders of the Qilin clan.

One by one, they were all deeply saddened, silent, as if in mourning, or perhaps offering prayers for those twelve valiant heroes.

Zhulong sighed heavily, "Alas, it truly wasn't enough in the end!"

Phoenix Mother lamented with sorrow, "Since ancient times, ants have struggled to shake heavenly might. For the Wu clan to have reached this point is already no easy feat!"

The Qilin elder sighed with emotion. His already hunched body bent even further, and the worldly, clouded gaze in his eyes completely lost its light...

"Is it finally... over?"

Even Hongjun, whose Sage abilities were heaven-defying, and whose dharma eye could instantly pierce through the flow of the three great rivers of fate—past, present, and future—could not penetrate that chaotic, swirling stardust at this moment. He couldn't determine its reality for the time being.

His heart remained suspended, not daring to let his guard down for a single moment!

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

Suddenly, a sharp, piercing cry of a divine bird echoed through heaven and earth.

The Demon Emperor Dijun gazed upon the once majestic and magnificent Heavenly Court, now reduced to ruins, with broken walls and remnants scattered everywhere. Overwhelmed with grief, he roared in anger.

"The Twelve Ancestor Witches have perished, the Golden Dragon of Destiny for the Wu clan is no more, the Wu clan's fortune is extinguished, and their end has come!"

"By my decree as Eastern Emperor, kill all remaining Wu clan members and annihilate them!"

The self-detonation of the Dutian God-Demon Array, which destroyed heaven and earth and unleashed a world-ending catastrophe, was indeed horrifying. However, Eastern Emperor Taiyi quickly regained his composure, viewing it with satisfaction, and then decisively issued his decree.

The situation had reversed again and again. The Demon clan... had begun their counterattack!

The Wu-Demon Calamity continued!

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"..."

In an instant, countless demon gods surged like a tide, and an army of hundreds of millions of demons, like locusts crossing a river, swarmed forward. Their roars shook the heavens as they ferociously attacked the Wu clan's formation.

Fuxi, under Emperor Jun's orders, wielded the River Diagram and Luo Book again, setting up the Hun Yuan He Luo Great Formation to destroy countless Wu clan members.

Where the boundless starlight descended, terrifying waves surged, and millions of Wu clan members were instantly annihilated.

The Demon Master Kunpeng wielded the Witch-Slaying Sword, unleashing boundless sword light, severing the heads of countless great witches. He was unstoppable!

Whether it was the destructive power of the Hun Yuan He Luo Great Formation.

Or the magnificent sword might of the Witch-Slaying Sword.

They left the hundreds of millions of Wu clan members with little will to fight!

Although Xing Tian danced with his shield and axe, Jiu Feng's heroic spirit was no less than that of men, and Chi You's bravery and skill allowed him to push through all enemies... and so on! Countless great Wu fought valiantly in a sea of blood!

However, many of the Wu clan also died tragically, with wails and roars echoing everywhere, and endless sorrowful cries...

After all.

The Demon clan's Heavenly Court had come with great force. They did not fear them; at worst, it would be death!

But...

What they feared most was—

The Wu clan losing its pillars of support!

And yet...

Just as countless members of the Wu clan were sinking into endless despair and weeping tears of sorrow.

At this very moment!

It was seen that on the Witch-Slaying Sword, at some unknown time, a sky-supporting giant finger had suddenly appeared, covering the sky and obscuring the sun, as majestic as a mountain.

It seemed to contain unparalleled power, with endless calamity and blood essence swirling around it, surging and churning wildly!

One finger slowly pressed down!

Shattering layers of void.

Crushing countless diverse small worlds into collapse.

Unleashing infinite terrifying power!

In an instant, the trajectory and speed of the Witch-Slaying Sword's descent suddenly stopped, frozen in place, suspended in mid-air, trembling incessantly and emitting a constant "zheng zheng zheng" humming sword cry.

Countless human race vengeful spirits within it soared to the heavens, wailing like ghosts, their cries heart-wrenching, causing immense dread.

When that finger finally landed.

The Witch-Slaying Sword instantly fell silent, its immeasurable sword light instantly dimming.

The billions of human race vengeful spirits within it were all suppressed, and all sounds abruptly ceased.

Following closely.

After suppressing the ferocious might of the Witch-Slaying Sword.

The sky-supporting finger continued its descent unabated. Its unparalleled power had not weakened in the slightest; instead, it became even more ferocious and terrifying!

In an instant, it traversed hundreds of millions of miles of sky, shattering void after void, and finally pressed down upon the Hun Yuan He Luo Great Formation, instantly annihilating immeasurable starlight and turning countless ancient stars into dust in a flash!

With a "crack," the sound of shattering glass echoed through the heavens and earth, with starlight scattering everywhere, covering the ten directions of mountains and rivers.

The Hun Yuan He Luo Great Formation was finally broken!

"This is... a Hun Yuan technique!? ⊙∀⊙! Could it be that another Sage has interfered in the Wu-Demon Calamity?!"

"Which Sage is it this time???"

The sudden and terrifying scene immediately caused the hearts of the two Golden Crows to sink. A storm of waves surged within them, as if facing a formidable enemy.

Almost at the same time.

All the Sages in the heavens, the powerful figures of various races in the Primordial Desolation, and even all living beings in the world, wore solemn expressions!

Even Hongjun was no exception!

Could it be...

She has returned?!!

"You two flat-feathered birds, how dare you slaughter my Wu clan while I was away guarding the Wu-Demon battlefield? You court death—"

Not long after, the response to the two Golden Crows was a rolling thunderous voice, immense and sonorous, shaking the heavens and the earth, as domineering as ever!

What a familiar taste?

What a familiar recipe?

What a familiar voice?

It's her, it's her, it's her!

The fierce woman who once made all the Sages tremble and caused Hongjun distress—Houtu has returned!!!

She's back!!!

"Hiss—"

Rumble!!!