Rewriting the Investiture of the Gods in the Primordial Era

The survivors gathered the remains of the fallen immortals and brought them back to the nearest settlement. Of course, many had been devoured by beasts, leaving no bodies behind.

However, humanity was united now. Those above the Mystic Immortal realm formed the elite core of the entire race. Suiren and the others knew their exact numbers, ensuring no one would be overlooked.

After all this was done, Jiang Haofeng sat cross-legged on a mountain overlooking the border, gazing at the sky.

Everything had come down to this final step.

The next battle would determine the ultimate outcome.

In the Primordial Era, strength was the ultimate arbiter. Humanity was weak, while the Demon Tribe was strong, and the humans possessed something the demons desired. To protect humanity and change the demons' minds, Jiang Haofeng had considered it thoroughly.

He saw only one way: to borrow the power that could make the entire Demon Tribe wary. In essence, to leverage the might of a Saint.

Otherwise, with the current meager strength of humanity, unable to even field a single Quasi-Saint, what other chances did they have against the vast Demon Tribe?

None. Humanity's greatest bargaining chip was a Saint!

This was an unequal war. Humanity had only one trump card. If used well, it could frighten the Demon Emperor and awe Di Jun, and then humanity would be safe.

If it couldn't deter them, they would have to retreat to Central Phoenix Mountain.

A mighty divine aura, comparable to the heavens and earth, swept out. In an instant, the humans felt as if a great mountain had been placed upon them. Even Suiren, Da Chao, and Zhisheng, the three late-stage Grand Luo Golden Immortals, wore grave expressions.

Among them all, only Jiang Haofeng remained unfazed.

Sensing the powerful divine aura in the void, Jiang Haofeng stood on the mountain peak like a steadfast boulder, completely unaffected by the surrounding pressure.

Jiang Haofeng's cultivation had reached the peak of Grand Luo Golden Immortal, and he practiced the complete Nine Revolutions Profound Art. With the sixth level of the complete Nine Revolutions Profound Art mastered, in terms of sheer cultivation, Jiang Haofeng was undoubtedly among the strongest below the Quasi-Saint level, significantly more powerful than ordinary peak Grand Luo Golden Immortals!

Coupled with his perfected divine abilities, whether he could exchange blows with a Quasi-Saint was another matter, but resisting a Quasi-Saint's aura was effortless!

Mysterious blue and red light flashed in Jiang Haofeng's eyes, and a figure appeared before him.

Dragon head, human body, bird claws!

It was the Demon Saint Ji Meng!

One of the ancient Dragon Clan's generals, an ancient powerhouse who had lived through three Calamities!

As expected, the Demon Tribe had dispatched at most one of the Ten Directions Demon Saints. Peak experts like Di Jun, Eastern Emperor Taiyi, Xi He, Kunpeng, and Fuxi wouldn't make a move easily.

As Ji Meng's figure approached in mid-air, the pressure in the void intensified. The wind and clouds shifted, the clear sky turned dark with rolling storm clouds, obscuring the sun as if the heavens themselves were enraged!

Ji Meng's colossal form emerged from the storm clouds, gazing down at the human immortals below.

"Humanity! You have slaughtered my Demon Tribe's soldiers and annihilated my Demon Gods! Today, I shall bring justice to my Demon Tribe!"

As his voice fell, lightning flashed and thunder boomed in the void, followed by a torrential downpour. The vast storm clouds churned, and the sky seemed to have a hole punched through it, with endless rain pouring down from above.

As the rain fell, it instantly corroded large holes in the earth, causing vegetation to wither and flowers to die. The immortals raised their mana shields, but the rain caused the shields to become mottled, visibly close to shattering.

The immortals were greatly alarmed and immediately activated their Grand Pure Immortal Light to protect themselves. As the rain fell, the immortal light also dimmed, though it was stronger than the mana shields, it was still insignificant against this rain.

The rain poured down from the sky as if an immense, boundless ocean was being emptied. In the blink of an eye, the ground had sunk by hundreds of meters, and several mountain peaks were literally leveled.

After a few breaths, the human Mystic Immortals present were beginning to struggle, and the torrential rain in the void showed no signs of stopping.

Jiang Haofeng observed for long enough and then flipped his hand, revealing a scroll.

Immortal light swirled around the scroll, its rollers like white jade, with mysterious light radiating from within, containing infinite profundity.

Jiang Haofeng raised his hand and tossed it. The scroll unfurled instantly, revealing a scroll painting as long as a person in the void.

Golden Xuan light radiated from the scroll, carrying the dense power of the Great Dao. With a flash of light, the wind stopped and the rain ceased. The thick storm clouds in the sky completely dispersed, and the great sun hung in the sky, bathing everything in bright sunlight.

At the same time, the scroll in the void closed and returned to Jiang Haofeng's hand.

It was an Ultimate Innate Spirit Treasure—the Qiankun Diagram, a Magic Treasure used by the Grand Pure Sage in the past to understand karma.

This diagram possessed no offensive or defensive capabilities; its sole purpose was confinement, and it could only trap one person at a time. While its limitations seemed numerous and its functions fewer than more comprehensive Magic Treasures, it was an Ultimate Innate Spirit Treasure. By shedding other functions, its remaining ability was extraordinarily powerful!

Below the Saint realm, anyone could be drawn into it. Once inside, without external assistance, escape would be impossible!

Yun Xiao, a peak Quasi-Saint at the time, was captured by the Grand Pure Sage using this diagram and imprisoned beneath Qilin Cliff.

Although Jiang Haofeng's current cultivation was insufficient to unleash the diagram's full power, and he couldn't trap a peak Quasi-Saint, trapping a nascent Quasi-Saint like Ji Meng was easy.

Jiang Haofeng slowly opened the scroll. Inside the previously empty painting, many things had appeared: thick storm clouds churned in the sky, and torrential rain poured down like the sky itself was collapsing.

And within the vast storm clouds, a colossal figure hovered in the sky—dragon head, human body, bird claws!

The heavy rain abruptly vanished, and the gazes of the human immortals turned to Jiang Haofeng. Those who had heard the Grand Pure Sage preach recognized the treasure in Jiang Haofeng's hand as the Qiankun Diagram, used to understand karma. The later generations of cultivators stared at Jiang Haofeng with immense curiosity.

More accurately, they stared at the Qiankun Diagram in Jiang Haofeng's hand. What kind of treasure was this, possessing such power? The scene of destruction just moments before, and the terrifyingly powerful being within it, had been captured by this thin scroll.

It was truly astonishing!

"The Qiankun Diagram is so powerful!" Da Chao's eyes lit up as he stared in shock at the scroll in Jiang Haofeng's hand.

"A Saint's treasure is naturally extraordinary!" Jiang Haofeng replied with a smile.

"Everyone, I will go to the Demon Court to speak with the Demon Tribe and see if we can resolve this karma, ending the conflict between our two races from this point on." Jiang Haofeng said to the surrounding human immortals. "Although humanity has luckily defeated the Demon Tribe twice, those were minor skirmishes. The Demon Tribe has not yet revealed its true strength. The Demon Tribe's dominance over the Primordial Era is something the current humanity cannot compare to."

"Haofeng, that's too dangerous!"

Zhisheng, standing beside him, was startled and immediately spoke up.

"That's the Demon Court, the core of the Demon Tribe. There are at least twenty Quasi-Saints inside…"

Seeing Zhisheng's anxious expression, Jiang Haofeng smiled at her.

"It's alright, Zhisheng, don't worry."

"Didn't you forget?"

"I have merit protecting me. There are very few in the Primordial Era who dare to kill me. If they really push me, at most I'll be suppressed."

"If the two tribes cease their conflict, what can they do to me even if I go to the Demon Court? If the two tribes don't cease their conflict, the Demon Tribe will attack me even if I don't go to the Demon Court!"

Jiang Haofeng's words caused Zhisheng to fall silent. Haofeng was right. If the two tribes continued their war, this place would be no different from the Demon Court. No matter where they hid, demons would find them.

"Everyone, I'll bring good news!"

Jiang Haofeng glanced at everyone, smiled, then put away the Qiankun Diagram with a flip of his hand. Grand Pure Immortal Light erupted around him, transforming into a golden beam that shot into the sky, heading straight for the heavens!

With the enhancement of his perfected Earth-Traversing Golden Light, even without activating his Martial Dao, Jiang Haofeng's speed reached the level of a Grand Luo Golden Immortal.

The golden beam pierced through the clouds, streaking across the sky like lightning. It traversed billions of miles of void, passed through the raging atmospheric layers, and the majestic Heavenly Palace appeared before him.

Endless palaces stood on the clouds, stretching as far as the eye could see. A colossal heavenly gate, connecting heaven and earth, stood before him. Hundreds of demon soldiers clad in armor guarded both sides of the gate.

Each of these demon soldiers exuded a powerful aura, with every single one of them being above the Golden Immortal realm. The one leading them had an aura as vast as the sea, his surging presence washing over the void. He was a Demon God at the peak of the Grand Luo Golden Immortal realm.

Golden Immortals as soldiers, Grand Luo as generals. As expected of the ancient Demon Court, their strength was indeed formidable!

"Who goes there?"

As Jiang Haofeng, who was breaking through the void, approached, the Grand Luo realm Demon God flicked his spear. His peak Grand Luo aura surged outwards as he shouted.

Jiang Haofeng stood before the heavenly gate. Under the watchful eyes of the demons, he slowly spoke:

"Humanity's Haofeng, here to pay respects to the Demon Emperor!"

"Please announce my arrival!"

His voice carried far into the sky. Instantly, all demons within a radius of hundreds of millions of miles heard Jiang Haofeng's voice. At once, powerful auras surged within the Demon Court, and countless demon powerhouses stood in the clouds, looking at Jiang Haofeng with some curiosity.

"Please!"

A domineering voice echoed through the void.

Simultaneously, everyone in the Demon Court bowed towards the direction of the voice.

Before the heavenly gate, the peak Grand Luo general retracted his spear. "Follow me!"

As he spoke, he led the way into the demon territory. Jiang Haofeng, without any delay, followed closely behind.

A moment later, a crimson palace appeared before him. The palace was entirely crimson, adorned with golden patterns. In front of the main hall, three ancient Dao characters were engraved, spelling out "Demon Emperor Palace."

Jiang Haofeng did not hesitate and stepped directly inside.

Inside the hall, Di Jun, clad in a crimson and gold robe, sat on the main seat. Mysterious Dao charm permeated his being, and an unparalleled, domineering aura filled the entire Imperial Palace.

The strength of his presence was so immense that even Jiang Haofeng, with his cultivation, felt a great pressure, as if a mountain were pressing down on him. Compared to Di Jun, the previous Ji Meng was like heaven and earth!

In a daze, Jiang Haofeng felt as if he were seeing a towering figure standing in the endless starry sky, with countless stars revolving around him.

Jiang Haofeng marveled inwardly, Is this the Zhou Tian Star Dou Great Array?

"Haofeng? You have quite the gall!"

Di Jun appraised the human standing below him, who dared to come to his Demon Court alone, and said expressionlessly.

As he looked, he couldn't discern anything about Jiang Haofeng; the human seemed to be shrouded in mist. Di Jun assumed he must be protected by a supreme treasure, at least a high-grade Innate Spirit Treasure.

"This Demon Court isn't a dragon's pool or a tiger's den. Why wouldn't I dare to come?" Jiang Haofeng replied calmly.

"Dragon's pool or tiger's den?"

"What are a dragon's pool or a tiger's den compared to this?"