Primordial Era: Rewriting Investiture of the Gods, Section 5

Jiang Haofeng didn't stand on ceremony, raising his hand and unleashing a punch with immense power towards Wuliang. Wuliang's eyes lit up, his form suddenly changing. In the blink of an eye, he grew to ten thousand feet tall, meeting Jiang Haofeng's punch with one of his own.

When their fists collided, a wave of violent air currents churned in the void. Jiang Haofeng was forced back three steps, while Wuliang on the other side retreated dozens of steps.

In just one exchange, the victor was clearly determined.

Jiang Haofeng's physical strength was evidently still superior to Wuliang's, and Jiang Haofeng was only at the late stage of Golden Immortal. In terms of cultivation, Wuliang was actually a step stronger than Jiang Haofeng.

Low realm but strong combat power – this was the might of the complete Nine Revolutions Profound Art.

"Again!"

Wuliang's eyes flashed with brilliance, battle intent surging around him. With the boost of his Heaven-Battling Earth-Fighting Battle Intent, his combat power instantly soared as he charged at Jiang Haofeng.

Jiang Haofeng's spirits were lifted by the challenge, and he met the charge with his own fists. The two giants battled in the void, each punch and kick carrying boundless power.

As they fought, there were no exquisite immortal arts or formidable divine abilities. It was purely the collision of bodies honed to the extreme, with the powerful physique forged by the Nine Revolutions Profound Art as their foundation. They seemed to have transformed into combat machines, every move and stance exuding ferocity!

While lacking the mystique of divine abilities and techniques, the power they unleashed was in no way inferior, even surpassing divine abilities.

In a flash, they had exchanged nearly ten thousand moves on the ground, remaining evenly matched with no victor decided. Wuliang grew more excited the longer they fought, his battle intent surging and his attacks becoming increasingly fierce.

Jiang Haofeng saw that the timing was right. A terrifying battle intent that defied all beings and dared to slay gods and immortals surged within him, and he unleashed a punch. Wuliang was sent flying backward like a cannonball, crashing heavily onto the ground.

Sensing the surging battle intent from Jiang Haofeng, the Golden Immortals of the Witch Tribe looked on in shock. This Heaven-Battling Earth-Fighting Battle Intent had likely reached minor accomplishment. Among the Witch Tribe, those who could typically comprehend the Heaven-Battling Earth-Fighting Battle Intent to the minor accomplishment stage were usually Battle Witches at the Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm. They hadn't expected the Jinlun brothers to be so formidable, achieving minor accomplishment in their Golden Immortal realm.

Truly worthy of being a genius capable of refining the complete Profound Art.

"Brother Jinlun is amazing!"

The ten thousand-foot-tall Wuliang charged forward, his face filled with admiration.

"I'll toast Brother Jinlun again!"

The surrounding Witch Tribe members erupted in cheers, and Jiang Haofeng's face was also beaming with a smile.

In reality, Jiang Haofeng had already comprehended the Witch Tribe's Heaven-Battling Earth-Fighting Battle Intent to great accomplishment, reaching the same level as ordinary Grand Luo Golden Immortals of the Witch Tribe. The Great Dao was difficult to cultivate, and even the Myriad Manifestations Heavenly Book could not provide significant assistance; it required step-by-step cultivation.

However, with the Myriad Manifestations Heavenly Book, the cultivation of techniques and divine abilities was extremely simple for Jiang Haofeng. With the book's enhancement, his comprehension when grasping techniques and divine abilities increased exponentially, making his speed thousands, even tens of thousands, of times faster than ordinary people.

Divine abilities that others spent tens of thousands of years cultivating, Jiang Haofeng could master in mere days.

The Heaven-Battling Earth-Fighting Battle Intent at great accomplishment was one of Jiang Haofeng's trump cards. He had never revealed it during his travels through the Primordial Era, only displaying the minor accomplishment level.

The Primordial Era was filled with countless powerful beings and hidden dangers, so it was always necessary to keep some trump cards.

After showcasing his strength, Jiang Haofeng and the Witch Tribe members resumed their feasting and drinking, enjoying themselves thoroughly.

After three months of gathering, Jiang Haofeng bid farewell to his Witch Tribe friends, Tianliang and Wuliang, and embarked on his journey back. Saint Nuwa had protected the Human Race for ten great eons.

Once that time was up, the Human Race's days would become difficult.

Jiang Haofeng had already traveled for five great eons and it was time to return.

Upon departure, Tianliang and Wuliang, the two Witch Tribe members, escorted him for a hundred thousand miles. During his five great eons of travel through the Primordial Era, Jiang Haofeng had truly only made friends with these two. The more people one knew, the greater the karma. When walking through the Primordial Era, Jiang Haofeng's initial goal was merely to observe, doing nothing else.

Jiang Haofeng had done just that at first, but as his knowledge grew and his curiosity about the Primordial Era deepened, he found that later generations' understanding of the Primordial Era was primarily focused on the Investiture of the Gods and Journey to the West periods. The events of the Witch-Demon Calamity were rarely mentioned. Jiang Haofeng only knew of the top great divine abilities and world-altering events.

As for anything else, Jiang Haofeng knew nothing.

However, those who could be called great divine ability users were clearly extraordinary. During his five great eons of travel through the Primordial Era, Jiang Haofeng had not encountered a single Quasi-Saint level great divine ability user.

Therefore, Jiang Haofeng needed a friend to understand the Primordial Era. Thus, before one great eon, Jiang Haofeng became friends with Tianliang, a Lesser Witch who was also traveling through the Primordial Era.

They traveled together for one great eon, and when they neared Tianliang's tribe, Tianliang extended a warm invitation, leading to the scene that had just transpired.

"Brothers, there's no need to see me off; we're already quite far," Jiang Haofeng said to the two jovial Witch Tribe members.

"Very well, Brother Jinlun, we'll escort you this far. The three of you are Lesser Witches with endless lifespans. Though the Primordial Era is vast, there will be times when we meet again. I hope that when we meet next, all three of us will be Battle Witches!" Tianliang said earnestly.

"Brother Tianliang speaks the truth."

"I echo Brother Tianliang's good wishes."

"Brothers, mountains are high and waters are long; we shall meet again!"

Jiang Haofeng cupped his fists in a salute, and with a step, he had already vanished thousands of miles away.

Leaving Tianliang's tribe, Jiang Haofeng immediately went all out, rushing towards the Human Race. The accumulation of five great eons had given Jiang Haofeng the qualifications to change the Human Race. At the same time, after such a long period of reproduction, the Human Race had also established a certain foundation. Jiang Haofeng's first step in changing their fate had begun.

Unlike his arrival, Jiang Haofeng traveled at full speed on his departure. Coupled with the changes brought by his divine abilities, he could return to the Human Race within a hundred years.

As he sped along, suddenly, a terrifying aura surged forth, and the roar of magical power echoed through the heavens and earth.

Jiang Haofeng instantly concealed his presence, slowly approaching the scene ahead without alerting the combatants.

Upon seeing the scene before him, Jiang Haofeng, who had traveled for five great eons, couldn't help but widen his eyes.

Before him, tens of thousands of living beings were slaughtering each other in the void. Among them were three thousand Witch Tribe members and about ten thousand Demon Tribe members. The two sides were locked in a fierce battle, blood splashing everywhere, and various profound divine abilities colliding in the void.

Jiang Haofeng peered closely and saw that the nearly ten thousand beings in the void were at least at the Mystic Immortal realm, with no less than a thousand Golden Immortals. There were also nearly twenty Grand Unity Golden Immortals engaged in combat.

Most importantly, seven terrifying figures were locked in a deadly struggle in the void – six Grand Luo Golden Immortals of the Demon Tribe were ganging up on one Great Witch of the Witch Tribe.

Nearly ten thousand immortals were fighting fiercely, the battlefield stretching for tens of thousands of miles. The Witch Tribe's malevolent energy and the Demon Tribe's demonic energy ravaged the land, causing the earth to shake incessantly. The killing intent from both sides condensed, forming a blood-red cloud in the sky!

Jiang Haofeng gasped, exclaiming at the grand scale of the battle. Since his transmigration, besides Nuwa's creation of humanity and attainment of sainthood, this was the most massive scene he had witnessed.

However, hadn't the experts of the Demon Tribe all moved to the thirty-third heaven? Why were they fighting the Witch Tribe again?

"Xing Tian!"

"You've gone too far, bullying the Demon Tribe!"

A daoist in a crimson robe roared, and with a single breath, endless crimson flames surged out. The world was bathed in red as boundless flames swept out, burning toward Xing Tian.

Jiang Haofeng, who had been quietly observing the battle, instantly widened his eyes. Xing Tian!

The God of War Xing Tian, the one who had beheaded Haotian Shangdi! After traveling through the Primordial Era for five epochs, he had finally encountered a famous figure from the ancient times.

"Feathered beast, you're so noisy!"

Xing Tian swept his shield, instantly fanning away the flames before him. The moment the flames were fanned aside by the shield, he brought down his other hand with a fierce, unparalleled axe light that sliced through the sky, as if intending to tear apart everything in existence.

The eyes of the daoist in the crimson robe twitched violently. He immediately abandoned maintaining his innate daoist body and transformed into a crimson phoenix, sending a streak of crimson light towards the axe.

At the same time, the other five Grand Luo Golden Immortal Demon Tribe members present attacked simultaneously, blocking Xing Tian's strike.

"Why aren't you of the Phoenix Tribe staying in the Dead Volcano? You dare to cause trouble for my Witch Tribe! I'll chop you down today!"

"Die!"

The peerless axe light flashed through the void, imbued with an unfathomable artistic conception, as if capable of cleaving the heavens and earth.

"Xing Tian, you have no shame! Your Witch Tribe eats my descendants, and you dare to slander us!"

A black bear swiped with its claw, surging demonic energy rising as it struck towards Xing Tian.

"Hmph, you black bear, don't try to twist facts!"

"Your Heavenly Court has countless demon gods. If we were to truly investigate, aren't all wild beasts in the world descendants of your Demon Tribe?"

"If no one can be touched, what will my Witch Tribe's children eat?"

"How can they temper their bodies and cultivate the Profound Art if they don't eat their fill!"

Xing Tian snorted coldly, his killing intent surging, and he raised his hand, swinging his axe again.

"You've gone too far, bullying the Demon Tribe!"

"Unreasonable!"

"You eat my offspring and kill my Demon Tribe, yet you claim it's the Demon Tribe's fault!"

"This Demon God will teach you a lesson today!"

As Xing Tian finished speaking, the faces of the six demon gods surrounding him turned ugly. Killing intent surged in their eyes, and various powerful divine abilities were unleashed upon Xing Tian.

Xing Tian said nothing, raising his hand to block the attacks of the demon gods with his shield. He then abruptly swung his axe, fiercely striking at the demon gods.

Xing Tian's killing intent churned. This Demon Tribe was truly troublesome. His children hunted their prey, and then they came knocking, claiming they were their descendants. If they were descendants, why didn't they take them to the Demon Court? If they didn't take them away, and they were killed, they came back seeking retribution.

My Witch Tribe is not to be bullied either!

The two sides battled for tens of thousands of rounds. Xing Tian seized an opportunity and brought down his axe, tearing a bloody gash across the black bear.

Gaining the upper hand, Xing Tian pressed his advantage, his great axe flashing continuously, unleashing waves of domineering axe light upon the Black Bear Demon God. The surrounding five demon gods' faces changed drastically, and they hurriedly moved to rescue him, blocking the sky-filling axe light, thus saving the Black Bear Demon God from annihilation.

However, after being struck by Xing Tian's axe, the Black Bear Demon God no longer had the strength to fight. The six of them were already no match for Xing Tian, and now with one less, they were even more at a disadvantage.

After barely holding on for a few hundred rounds, the six of them gave the order to retreat.

The demon tribe creatures immediately abandoned their opponents and retreated towards the Demon Court. Once the army had largely withdrawn, the six of them attacked together, jointly repelling Xing Tian for a moment before vanishing from the spot.

"Cowards!"

"Is this the strength of your Demon Tribe? Stay in your Demon Court and don't meddle in the affairs of my Witch Tribe. If you dare descend again, I'll mince you!"

"Children, collect the spoils and return to the tribe!"

"Yes!"

The Witch Tribe members busily cleared the battlefield, their faces full of excitement, shouldering the corpses of the slain demon tribe members. These were provisions, enough for the tribe to eat for a long time. Among them were demon tribe members in the Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm, which were great tonics, perfect for strengthening the bodies of the young ones in the tribe.

Watching the Witch Tribe members carry the mountain-like corpses of the demon tribe back to their tribe, Jiang Haofeng, hidden in the shadows, was speechless.