Rewriting the Investiture of the Gods in the Primordial Era

Di Jun's eyes flickered. "Where is Ying Zhao?"

"You were watching the ten Golden Crows, and this is how you watched them?"

Di Jun's mood was at an all-time low, and he felt like a powder keg about to explode.

Eastern Emperor Taiyi turned to look at Lu Ya, suppressing his grief and anger. He forced a smile and asked, "Lu Ya, tell your uncle, how did you appear in the Primordial Era? Where is your Uncle Ying Zhao?"

Seeing the familiar smile on Eastern Emperor Taiyi, Lu Ya also calmed down and replied, "It was Di Jiang. Di Jiang killed Uncle Ying Zhao, and then he was very angry and wanted to avenge Uncle Ying Zhao, so he appeared above the Witch Tribe."

"Di Jiang!?"

For a moment, everyone present spoke in unison.

Killing intent surged in Di Jun's eyes, and he vanished in a streak of rainbow light.

A moment later, in Tanggu, a golden light flashed, and Di Jun appeared on the ground. Ying Zhao was suppressed in a spatial pocket, unable to move.

Di Jun's killing intent intensified. Such mastery of space, to suppress a Great Divine Power at the early Quasi-Saint stage, was something only Di Jiang could achieve in the entire Primordial Era.

Di Jiang, the Space Ancestral Witch!

Good, very good.

If you want to start a war, just declare it. Why go through the trouble of framing the children!

Di Jun snorted and waved his hand. Vast mana surged out, and blazing flames burned in the void, burning the space suppressing Ying Zhao into nothingness.

Ying Zhao, who was suppressed in the space, slowly woke up. Seeing Di Jun before him, he immediately bowed respectfully, "Greetings, Demon Emperor!"

"Ying Zhao, did Di Jiang come here?"

"Di Jiang?" Ying Zhao blinked, a look of confusion on his face.

Suddenly, a blurry image appeared in his mind. "Yes, it was Di Jiang, I saw him!"

A pained expression appeared on Ying Zhao's face. He wanted to recall more, but his mind only contained blurry images. He only saw a fragmented scene of Di Jiang standing before him, looking at him calmly.

Upon hearing Ying Zhao's words, Di Jun's face was filled with boundless rage. "Good, Di Jiang! To harm my offspring with such schemes! My already immense killing intent towards Di Jiang has only grown stronger!"

With his nine sons dead, Di Jun had lost some of his sanity. As soon as he heard Di Jiang's name, he subconsciously believed Di Jiang was behind it all.

"Di Jiang, if you wanted a war, you could have just sent a challenge. To frame the younger generation, how dare you call yourself a Great Divine Power? I will surely kill you!" Di Jun gritted his teeth and said.

Di Jun returned to the Demon Court with Ying Zhao. Upon hearing the news, everyone's anger boiled once more.

Especially Empress Xi He, whose eyes were filled with killing intent, wishing to slaughter the entire Witch Tribe!

Eastern Emperor Taiyi's gaze flickered. He suspected something was amiss.

Killing the nine little Golden Crows would bring no benefit to either race, not to the Demon Tribe, nor to the Witch Tribe.

As long as the Witch Tribe wasn't crazy, they wouldn't do such a thing. Framing the ten little Golden Crows would only serve to completely enrage the Demon Tribe without damaging their strength in the slightest.

Even if the Witch Tribe wanted to start a full-scale war, there would be no need for the unnecessary step of framing these ten little Golden Crows. Besides, those brainless fellows of the Witch Tribe usually wouldn't do such a thing.

However, Eastern Emperor Taiyi only had his suspicions and did not speak.

Regardless of the truth, the enmity had already been forged, and there was no point in discussing it further. If they didn't destroy the Witch Tribe, how could the two brothers establish themselves in the Primordial Era!

Suddenly, a mysterious light flashed across the sky, and Fuxi, with his imposing aura, appeared in the Demon Court. Seeing the somber atmosphere and the nine Golden Crow corpses in the hall, Fuxi fell silent.

"My condolences!"

Di Jun nodded slightly, not saying much.

"Earlier, Nuwa called me to Wa Huang Palace to listen to her teachings. The great battle had already begun, and I rushed here but couldn't participate. I apologize!"

Fuxi's face looked bitter, and he spoke with some embarrassment.

The Demon Tribe had one Demon Emperor and three Sovereigns: Demon Emperor Di Jun, Demon Sovereign Eastern Emperor Taiyi, Xi Sovereign Fuxi, and Wa Sovereign Nuwa!

When the Demon Court was established, Di Jun and Eastern Emperor Taiyi invited the Fuxi siblings to join the Demon Court. They had always been part of the Demon Tribe. However, Nuwa was naturally aloof and did not concern herself much with the Demon Tribe's affairs, even before she became a Saint. After becoming a Saint, she resided in Wa Huang Heaven and never inquired about the Demon Tribe's matters.

Eastern Emperor Taiyi's expression shifted slightly. He suspected that Nuwa had sensed something was wrong and had called Fuxi back to Wa Huang Heaven in advance.

As expected of a Saint, their divine abilities were truly vast.

Although he had his suspicions, Eastern Emperor Taiyi waved his hand and said, "It's alright. The Witch Tribe's sneak attack was shameless and sudden. It's normal that we couldn't react in time."

"Today, our Demon Tribe's Xi Sovereign was absent, allowing the Witch Tribe to exploit the opportunity. In the coming great battle, with Daoist Fuxi's participation, we will surely annihilate the Witch Tribe!"

Fuxi immediately understood Eastern Emperor Taiyi's meaning and nodded, "Rest assured, in the next great battle, I will do my best!"

As one of the three Sovereigns of the Demon Tribe, Fuxi felt quite embarrassed for not participating in the Demon Tribe's major battle.

"Good!"

Eastern Emperor Taiyi nodded with satisfaction.

Following this, the members of the Demon Tribe also returned to their respective palaces to recover from their injuries. After a fierce battle, the Twelve Ancestral Witches were severely weakened, and the Demon Tribe was not much better off.

Both the Demon Emperor and the Demon Sovereign were injured, and two Ultimate Innate Spirit Treasures were nearing destruction, requiring careful recuperation.

After the fierce battle between the two races, the high-ranking figures immediately withdrew to recuperate and restore their energy.

Central Phoenix Mountain!

Jiang Haofeng watched the entire battle unfold. The Myriad Manifestations Heavenly Book in his mind was activated to its fullest extent, recording the divine abilities and spiritual essence of the Witch and Demon tribes.

The harvest from this single day was greater than what he had gained over countless eons.

Jiang Haofeng let out a long sigh, gazing at the void with a face full of emotion. The power of the two tribes far surpassed that of humanity.

Compared to them, humanity was like ants.

Humanity, at best, had only eight Grand Luo Golden Immortals. In comparison to the two tribes, that wasn't even a fraction of their strength.

However, it was understandable. The Primordial Era world at this time was filled with innate spiritual energy, making cultivation far easier than in later eras. Innate spiritual energy and post-celestial spiritual energy were fundamentally different.

In the Primordial Era, anyone with even a slight connection to the world could become an immortal with minimal effort. If that didn't work, they could try their luck outside and eat a fruit from a random fruit tree, which would likely lead to immortality.

Moreover, in this Primordial Era, there were no heavenly tribulations, no three disasters and nine difficulties. It was truly a golden age for cultivation.

The Witch and Demon tribes had inherited their legacies for countless eons, accumulating countless powerful experts.

"So strong!"

"Haofeng, I finally understand what you meant before. Our humanity is truly weak compared to the Witch and Demon tribes," Zhuxiang said from the side, his face filled with shock.

The earth-shattering, world-shattering scenes that had just occurred had deeply shaken Zhuxiang and the other humans present.

It wasn't just humanity; all living beings in the Primordial Era were stunned by the power of the Witch and Demon tribes.

Jiang Haofeng gave a wry smile. "You think I'm surprised? Even I, someone from a later era, am astonished."

Three of the four great killing formations in the Primordial Era had appeared in this one battle: the Twelve Capital Celestial Gods Array, the Zhou Tian Star Dou Great Array, and the Primordial River-Luo Great Array. Only the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation was missing for all four to be complete. How could they not be powerful?

"Our humanity is still weak, and we haven't existed for long. How can we compare to the Witch and Demon tribes?"

Our era has not yet arrived, Jiang Haofeng added silently to himself.

After speaking, Jiang Haofeng glanced outside with some worry, wondering about the state of humanity.

The battles between the two tribes had shaken the Primordial Era, shifting mountains and cracking the earth. These scenes were far more severe than any earthquake. They had little effect on beings above the immortal level, but for those below, it was likely a catastrophe.

There were quite a few humans below the immortal level. He wondered how many would die or be injured this time.

He hoped the casualties would be minimal. Humanity was still too weak. The current humanity couldn't even participate in the Witch-Demon War; even the aftershocks of their battles could cause casualties.

Jiang Haofeng withdrew his gaze and returned to his wooden hut. There was nothing he could do about these circumstances. The only thing he could do now was to improve himself and the strength of humanity as much as possible.

Upon returning to his hut, Jiang Haofeng willed it, and the Myriad Manifestations Heavenly Book in his mind shone with profound light.

This time, the gains should be substantial!

The Myriad Manifestations Heavenly Book slowly unfurled, with ten great suns suspended above it. True Sun Fire, crimson and blazing, coiled around them, with a layer of golden flames on the outermost edge.

These were the ten princes of the Demon Tribe.

With a flash of profound light, three pieces of information appeared in Jiang Haofeng's mind.

Divine Ability — Golden Crow Rainbow Transformation Technique (Novice)!

Divine Ability — True Sun Fire (Novice)!

Divine Ability — Kindling Body Protection Art (Master)!

Jiang Haofeng's heart was filled with joy. The two signature skills of the Golden Crow tribe were now his.

Kindling Body Protection Art?

He surmised it must be the protective method of the ten little Golden Crows. It was likely a seed planted by Di Jun, allowing the ten Golden Crows, who were at the Golden Immortal realm, to incinerate Kuafu, who was at the peak of the Grand Luo Golden Immortal realm and on the verge of breaking through to Quasi-Saint. This divine ability was not weak.

Immediately after, profound light flashed on the Myriad Manifestations Heavenly Book, and a new scene appeared on it!

I have to work overtime tonight, so I'll just write this much for now. I'll finish the rest after I'm done with work, late tonight. You can read it tomorrow. If I can't finish it, I'll owe you a chapter and make it up later. Thank you all for your support!

A burly man in animal skins held a divine bow, gathering infinite sharpness. A blood-colored feather arrow appeared on the bow.