Ming Xin concealed himself deep within the clouds above the Nine Heavens, his aura blending with heaven and earth as though he were an insubstantial shadow.
Even the Ancestral Witches and Demon Emperors fighting fiercely below had not noticed that a Half-step Primordial Unity expert was watching coldly from nearby.
His calm gaze swept across the hellish battlefield below.
The Witch Clan roared, and the demon race shrieked.
The splendid mountains and rivers stretching for thousands of miles shattered inch by inch beneath the terrifying aftershocks of divine abilities, turning into scorched earth.
Towering peaks were severed at their waists, and rushing rivers were instantly vaporized. Countless innocent living beings dwelling at the edge of the battlefield had no time to flee.
Whether awakened spirits or ignorant beasts, all were caught up in the unrestrained slaughter of both sides, instantly reduced to dust, their souls scattered.
Flesh and blood rained down, staining the dark crimson earth an even deeper shade.
Soaring resentment, deathly aura, and Killing Intent mixed with the foul aura unique to the Tribulation, forming heavy storm clouds that blotted out the sun and made this region seem as though it had entered eternal night ahead of time.
The Calamity Qi between heaven and earth was like boiling oil cast into blazing flames, surging and boiling wildly at an unprecedented pace!
It was a terrifying aura capable of unsettling even Grand Unity Golden Immortals and clouding their Dao hearts.
Ming Xin watched it all, his gaze as still as an ancient well, while invisible Great Dao laws began to circulate quietly around him.
The power of the Great Dao of Karma, like countless fine and imperceptible threads, secretly seeped toward the battlefield below along with his divine sense.
These threads did not forcibly alter anything. Rather, like catalysts, they quietly connected and amplified the Cause and Effect already present.
The cause of a certain demon lieutenant once bullying the weak was amplified at this moment, drawing a stronger Witch Clan warrior to him and hastening his downfall;
The karmic burden accumulated by a certain Witch Clan warrior through his bloodthirsty nature caused his mind to waver at a critical moment under the pull of the Thread of Karma, exposing a flaw...
The power of the Good and Evil Dao also moved with it, like an invisible tide influencing the emotions of both sides.
It did not directly twist their wills, but made those already harboring brutality even more frenzied, irritable, and irrational;
It made those who still retained a trace of conscience feel even greater anguish and discomfort amid the slaughter, thereby affecting their performance.
His actions were exceedingly covert, subtle as rain nourishing all things. Even a Sage would find it difficult to detect these faint fluctuations of law without deliberately examining this chaotic battlefield.
He did not intend to intervene directly in the battle. Instead, he was "following" and "pushing along" this killing tribulation, allowing the proper Cause and Effect to emerge faster and the retribution of good and evil to become more immediate.
He was waiting.
Waiting for an opportunity.
An opportunity for the Killing Intent and Calamity Power of this brutal war to rise to their very peak, and for the strength of both the Witch and demon races to be depleted to a certain extent.
An opportunity for him to intervene in the most shocking and effective manner, completely end this battle, seize the greatest amount of Tribulation fortune and merit from it, and perfect his own Great Dao... the perfect opportunity!
His attention was particularly fixed on the earth-shattering confrontation at the heart of the battlefield between the Twelve Ancestral Witches and Di Jun and Tai Yi.
Every wisp of energy escaping from there was enough to obliterate stars. That was the core of the Tribulation, and the focus of his wait.
Like the most patient fisherman, Ming Xin floated silently above the sea of slaughter, casting an invisible net as he waited for the most crucial great fish—
To crash into the net itself, or... for the very sea to boil to its utmost limit.
The slaughter below grew ever more brutal. Every explosion and every fading aura of death made the Calamity Qi between heaven and earth grow denser.
Ming Xin could feel the system within his sea of consciousness frantically recording and analyzing every sort of data from this Tribulation. The newly comprehended Seal of Good and Evil Life and Death was also stirring restlessly.
Concealed within the Nine Heavens, Ming Xin's gaze was sharp as he clearly perceived the pinnacle battle below that would determine the Primordial World's future order.
The most eye-catching of all was the astonishing clash between Eastern Emperor Tai Yi and four Ancestral Witches.
Eastern Emperor Tai Yi stood beneath the Chaos Bell. This Innate Supreme Treasure radiated supreme power capable of suppressing primordial chaos and stabilizing Earth, Water, Fire, Wind. Streams of Chaos aura descended, protecting him so thoroughly that not even water could penetrate.
Holding the bell's handle, he seemed to be wielding an entire world of Chaos. Every swing carried terrifying might capable of crushing stars and restoring Order. The bell's toll thundered out, shaking the void until it repeatedly collapsed and reformed.
The four Ancestral Witches besieging him were precisely Zhu Rong, the Fire Ancestral Witch; Gong Gong, the Water Ancestral Witch; and the two other immensely powerful Ancestral Witches, Tian Wu and Xi Zi.
Zhu Rong's entire body blazed with Heavenly God Fire capable of burning all things to ash. Wherever he passed, space warped.
As he swung his massive flaming fists against the Chaos Bell's defenses, he continuously roared and cursed, "Tai Yi, you little bird! What kind of skill is relying on that lousy bell? If you have the guts, come out and fight your Grandpa Zhu Rong with your body! I'll pluck every last one of your bird feathers and roast you!"
"You feathered beast, do you only dare hide inside that turtle shell? You've utterly disgraced your demon race!"
Torrential floods swirled around Gong Gong. They were no ordinary waters, but the essence of innate Ren Water and Gui Water, containing extreme cold and corrosive power.
He controlled water dragons tens of thousands of feet long, repeatedly crashing into the Chaos Bell's light curtain with deafening booms. Though he did not curse like Zhu Rong, he coldly echoed him, "Brother Zhu Rong speaks true. If this three-legged chicken can only rely on the power of spiritual treasures, that is truly disappointing. The warriors of our Witch Clan stand tall beneath heaven and earth. When have we ever feared a head-on battle?"
The other two Ancestral Witches also displayed their divine abilities. One summoned fierce winds to tear apart heaven and earth, while the other called down countless bolts of lightning. Together with Zhu Rong and Gong Gong, they launched relentless attacks from all four directions.
Yet Eastern Emperor Tai Yi's expression remained cold. Faced with the siege and verbal provocation of four Ancestral Witches, he was utterly unmoved.
In his hands, the Chaos Bell was both weapon and shield, opening and closing with overwhelming force. With a single toll, it could immobilize the incoming water, fire, wind, and lightning.
With a single impact from the bell, it could forcibly knock aside the Ancestral Witches' mighty attacks and even rebound them back!
Though he faced four opponents alone, he faintly held the initiative through the Chaos Bell's supreme might, forcing the four Ancestral Witches to constantly shift their positions.
Forced to resist the omnipresent waves of the Chaos Bell and its world-heavy impacts, they could not form an effective combined assault at all.
His reputation as the "strongest beneath the Sages" was displayed in full at this moment!
Elsewhere, Demon Emperor Di Jun faced Di Jiang, the Ancestral Witch of space and speed, as well as Zhu Jiuyin, the Ancestral Witch of time.
Di Jiang's form shifted unpredictably as he traveled through space, appearing and vanishing like a ghost. His sharp claws tore through the void, striking directly at Di Jun's vital points.
Zhu Jiuyin was even stranger. The power of time flowed around him as he sometimes accelerated himself and sometimes slowed the space-time around Di Jun, attempting to disrupt his rhythm.
Using the He Tu Luo Shu to deduce heavenly secrets, Di Jun always avoided Di Jiang's assassination attempts at the last possible instant. The power of the Myriad Stars Array enveloped him, and starlight became blades.
It continuously collided with and canceled out Zhu Jiuyin's power of time, leaving the battle fierce and deadlocked.
Demon Master Kun Peng revealed his true form, vast enough to cover the heavens and block out the sun. His claws ripped apart the sky as he battled Xuan Ming, the Ice Ancestral Witch.
Xuan Ming summoned endless black ice to freeze the void, clashing continuously against Kun Peng's extreme speed and sharp claws. Ice fragments and feathers flew everywhere.
Meanwhile, the demon race's remaining ten Demon Saints—Ji Meng, Ying Zhao, Fei Dan, Fei Lian, Jiu Ying, Shang Yang, Bai Ze, Qin Yuan, Ci Tie, and Gui Che—formed a battle formation.
Together, they besieged the remaining Ancestral Witches, including Ju Mang, Ru Shou, She Bi Shi, and the others. The Demon Saints displayed their divine abilities as treasure lights, Ancestral Witch physical power, and innate divine abilities collided madly.
Though none could match an Ancestral Witch individually, their numbers and battle formation allowed them to barely hold their opponents back.
With the clashes of these peak great powers as its core, the entire battlefield spread outward into a brutal meat grinder for hundreds of millions of Witch and demon soldiers. Energy storms raged everywhere, and countless lives withered at every moment.
Ming Xin watched silently as the laws of Cause and Effect and good and evil continued to seep forth without sound, affecting the battlefield's subtle details.
He was waiting for a change in these pinnacle clashes, waiting for the Killing Intent and Calamity Power to accumulate to the moment when he could settle everything in one stroke.
Eastern Emperor Tai Yi's strength had somewhat exceeded his expectations, but it did not disrupt his plan. Instead, it made him look forward even more to what he would seize next.
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