Severing Corpses in Succession

"The Witch Race is ruthless!"

What had happened across the Primordial World had not merely sent the Demon Race's demon gods and demon sages into a towering rage.

Even the other great powers returning from the Purple Firmament Palace watched with hearts trembling in fear.

After thousands of years of slaughter, corpses had piled up into endless mountain ranges, and flesh and blood had stained nearly every inch of the Primordial World red.

Blood flowed in rivers.

They were more than rivers; they could have formed a sea of blood.

"To slaughter all living beings like this and unleash such a calamity upon the Primordial World... the Witch Race hardly deserves to call itself Pangu's descendants." Tongtian of the Three Purities wore an exceptionally grim expression.

Had Laozi and Yuanshi not stopped him, he might already have unleashed the Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation and charged at the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

"Though the Witch Race has only slaughtered races and factions that joined the Demon Race this time, they've gone too far." Looking down at the countless scenes of misery on the Primordial World Continent, Yuanshi's voice could not help turning cold.

"Such slaughter offends the harmony of heaven." Even Laozi, detached as he was, looked at the Witch Race more coldly than before.

The Witch Race had always rampaged through the Primordial World under the banner of Pangu's descendants, while the Three Purities called themselves Pangu's true heirs. Though the two sides disliked each other, they had never come into conflict.

But this time, the Witch Race had committed such atrocities in the Primordial World that they were blackening Pangu's name.

Apart from indignant great powers like the Three Purities, however, most of the other guests of the Purple Firmament Palace were frightened by the Witch Race's ruthlessness.

They either made no move at all, or they struck with earth-shattering force, slaughtering their way across the entire Primordial World.

And...

The great powers used their methods to observe the battlefield where the Twelve Ancestral Witches fought the Demon Race's Quasi-Sage great powers.

Clearly, the witches meant to kill the Demon Race's Heavenly Emperor and Demon Emperor as well, pulling up the weeds by the roots.

"You... deserve to die!"

As Fuxi looked at Jumang and Xizi before him, his eyes were bloodshot.

As innate divine beings, he and Nüwa had accepted Dijun and Taiyi's invitation to join the Demon Race.

They had done it for the living beings of the Primordial World.

Both his and Nüwa's dwellings were on Mount Buzhou, and over countless years, they had seen far too many living beings of the Primordial World hunted and killed by the Witch Race there.

That was why they had accepted Dijun and Taiyi's invitation: to establish a faction that could protect living beings from being hunted and killed by the Witch Race.

But now...

Scenes of the blood of the Demon Race's myriad races flowing into a sea across the Primordial World Continent filled Fuxi's mind.

Fuxi's hands moved faster across the Fuxi Qin, a Supreme-Grade Innate Spirit Treasure. Sound-no, the Great Dao of Melody-rose from the instrument.

His heart filled with boundless killing intent, Fuxi sent his Great Dao of Rhythm, now filled with an air of slaughter, toward the two Ancestral Witches with unfathomable force.

"Fuxi, you'd better stay here and behave! Once we've wiped out the Demon Race, we'll let you go..."

Jumang snorted coldly. The Great Dao of Wood surged wildly from within, spawning countless sky-obscuring giant trees in the endless void and creating a domain of the Great Dao of Wood.

The Great Dao of Electricity wielded by Xizi, the Ancestral Witch of Electricity, rose as well. Crackling currents merged with the domain of countless sky-obscuring giant trees, trapping Fuxi in the middle.

Fuxi's murderous Great Dao of Melody failed to raise the slightest ripple in the domain formed by the Great Daos of Wood and Electricity.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches had been conceived and taken form together. In the entire Primordial World, there was probably no one more skilled at combined attacks than they were.

Even when only two Ancestral Witches joined forces, their combined might was more than a simple case of one plus one equaling two.

Jumang and Xizi, however, only surrounded Fuxi without killing him, with no intention of striking a killing blow.

After all, during the sermon at the Purple Firmament Palace, they had witnessed Hongjun bestow Primordial purple qi upon Nüwa and declare her a Heavenly Dao Sage.

If they killed Fuxi now, they would offend Nüwa beyond reconciliation. The Twelve Ancestral Witches were not lacking in courage, but there was no need for it.

"Die... you deserve to die..." Fuxi paid no attention to the two Ancestral Witches holding back. Instead, killing intent raged in his chest.

A trace of black Qi flowed through his eyes, and an Auspicious Cloud slowly appeared above his head. A black-robed figure of Fuxi suddenly leaped out of it and merged directly into his body.

Fuxi's evil corpse!

Sever!

A red light flashed in Fuxi's eyes. As the power of the Innate Spirit Treasure used to sever his corpse merged into his body, his Dao attainment soared in an instant.

Unlike Dijun and Taiyi, who released their three corpses to fight, Fuxi directly merged his good and evil corpses into his true body to amplify his Law Power and Dao attainment.

"Hiss, hiss, hiss-"

The Great Dao of Sound, brimming with an air of slaughter, suddenly surged. Invisible, formless blades of sound shot out in every direction, shredding the seemingly endless giant trees around him to pieces almost instantly.

"This..."

Jumang's and Xizi's expressions changed slightly.

A sense of danger suddenly welled up in them, and the two Ancestral Witches revealed their true forms, hundreds of thousands of zhang tall, almost simultaneously.

Yet even so, the Ancestral Witches' bodies, famed for their toughness and strength, were covered in wounds that cut to the bone almost as soon as they appeared.

Traces of the Great Dao filled with killing intent clung to every wound like maggots on bone, preventing their bodies from healing.

"He actually broke through at a time like this."

Neither Jumang nor Xizi had expected Fuxi to sever his evil corpse at this moment.

Was cultivating the Dao Method of Severing the Three Corpses really so simple?

Both Jumang and Xizi could not help wondering, but this was no time to delve into the question.

They exchanged a glance and simultaneously drove the Great Daos within them at full force. The countless Dao wounds and marks covering their bodies healed rapidly.

Blood Qi surged from their true Ancestral Witch bodies, and black-red Sha Qi spread outward. Holding nothing back, they attacked Fuxi directly.

What was happening to Fuxi was not an isolated case. Elsewhere, Nüwa was entangled by Rushou, the Ancestral Witch of Metal, and Qiangliang, the Ancestral Witch of Lightning.

When she witnessed the slaughter the Witch Race had wrought upon the Primordial World, killing intent and wicked thoughts surged in her heart, and she too severed her evil corpse directly with the Red Embroidered Ball, a Supreme-Grade Innate Spirit Treasure.

With both her good and evil corpses severed, Nüwa's cultivation advanced greatly. She turned the tables and pressed Rushou and Qiangliang with a furious assault.

Things were much the same for Kunpeng and Xihe, although neither of them severed an evil corpse on the spot as Fuxi and Nüwa had.

But stirred by the soaring resentment of the souls of the countless dead of the Demon Race, they needed only to return and cultivate in peace for some time, and they would surely sever their evil corpses.

"This is bad..."

Dijiang, locked in battle with Dijun, wore an exceptionally grim expression.

His original plan had been sound.

The Demon Race's forces across the Primordial World would be almost completely uprooted, while the great witches of his Witch Race led their people to resist and surround and kill the Demon Race's Daluo demon gods.

Meanwhile, the Twelve Ancestral Witches would split up and hold back the Quasi-Sage great powers Nüwa, Fuxi, Kunpeng, and Xihe.

They would put all their strength into surrounding and killing Dijun and Eastern Emperor Taiyi.

Once the two Demon Emperors were dead, the remaining forces of the Demon Race would become a heap of loose sand again.

But... he had never expected that their actions would drive Nüwa and Fuxi to sever their evil corpses.

How long had it been since the Three Corpses Severing Secret Method was passed down at the second sermon in the Purple Firmament Palace? Even counting the time spent at the sermon, it had been only sixteen or seventeen thousand years.

Sixteen or seventeen thousand years sounded like a long time.

But let alone Quasi-Sages like them, even for Daluo Golden Immortals and Taiyi Golden Immortals, less than twenty thousand years was extremely brief.

Yet in that brief time, Dijun, Taiyi, Nüwa, and Fuxi had severed their second corpses one after another. Their progress in Law Power and Dao attainment was nothing short of incredible.

As for the other Quasi-Sages who had severed one corpse, there were dozens of them throughout the Primordial World.

Like the Ancestral Witches surrounding Nüwa and Fuxi, he could not help wondering whether the Three Corpses Severing Secret Method was truly so easy to cultivate.