The Devil Shadow Swept Away
"Devil Ancestor... Luohou..."
Fire Cloud Cave.
Fuxi stared coldly at the distant Primordial World battlefield, his eyes filled with icy indifference.
Regarding the current war Human Race.
Win or lose!
He didn't actually value it that much.
The rise of the Human Race is inevitable, and its dominance is a foregone conclusion.
Under these circumstances, he naturally wouldn't interfere with the Human Race.
Whether it was a war of external expansion or a war of invasion by foreign enemies, in Fuxi's view, they were all just whetstones to hone the Human Race and Human Race it stand at the pinnacle of the Primordial World.
But this time...
But it went beyond the scope of tempering.
Fuxi stared coldly at the demonic figure of Laozi, who was confronting Luohou on the battlefield.
When he heard Luohou say that this was just announcing his return and saying hello.
He smiled!
I was so angry I laughed!
Returning to the Primordial World, after a brief greeting, they approached Human Race.
Of the hundreds of millions of cultivators who went to Human Race this time, nearly 30% were corrupted by demonic energy, and another 30% died in a sneak attack by the corrupted Human Race.
Such casualties, and this is just a prelude?
Do you really think we Human Race are easy to bully?
"Yeah?"
Even disregarding the Sage Laozi had already made his move, Fuxi's voice, filled with deep anger, suddenly resounded throughout the Primordial World.
It directly erased the shadows in the hearts of all living beings in the Primordial World, and the wisps of demonic energy that fell from the Unseen were also directly cut off.
"Who is it? How dare they ruin the patriarch's plans..."
In mid-air, Luohou, the demonic shadow, was enraged upon realizing that his methods had been thwarted, and roared in a low voice.
"It is I, the Emperor!"
Beside Laozi, the phantom image of Fuxi quietly appeared.
"Laozi! Fuxi, have come uninvited; please forgive me." Fuxi bowed to Laozi and said.
"Fellow Daoist Fuxi is too kind. This demon is a great enemy of the Primordial World. I am deeply grateful for your help," Laozi said softly, shaking his head slightly.
"Who do we have here? Fuxi! The Human Race Holy Emperor Fuxi... Heh heh. What a prestigious title."
Upon seeing Fuxi's figure, Luohou's demonic shadow immediately let out a strange laugh.
As a demon who left the Primordial World during the war between the Dao and the Demons, Luohou was able to know the name Fuxi.
Clearly, he had not just returned to the Primordial World, but had been lying in wait Primordial World for some time.
"A pathetic creature who betrayed the Demon Race, became human, and was imprisoned in the Fire Cloud Cave, unable to return, dares to ruin the Ancestor's plans."
The strange, demonic sound, seemingly composed of countless beings, pierced the ears. Even with the Laozi Sage protecting the minds of all beings, those around who heard it couldn't help but frown.
"Pathetic creature?" Fuxi turned to look at the demonic figure of Luohou, a hint of contempt flashing across his face.
Who do you think you are?
"I'm happy to call you Devil Ancestor, but I'm not happy about it..." Fuxi said coldly, his eyes flashing with killing intent.
"You're just a cobbled-together pile of trash!"
Fuxi's undisguised disdain ignited a fire of anger in Luohou's heart.
"You... deserve to die!" Luohou Hou's hoarse voice echoed through the heavens and earth, his scarlet eyes fixed on Fuxi.
As the Devil Ancestor, Luohou possesses all the qualities essential to a villain: cunning, treachery, hypocrisy, and forbearance.
When needed, let alone Fuxi's words at this moment, even if the words were a thousand times more vicious, he could treat them as a gentle breeze and not care at all.
However, when he doesn't need to be, he can also be domineering, arrogant, and vindictive.
At this moment, for Luohou, it was undoubtedly...
While Luohou was still plotting his revenge against Fuxi, he saw...
Before the phantom of Fuxi, eight strange symbols slowly emerged in the void.
Luohou recognized these eight strange symbols; in fact, there were almost no cultivators in the Primordial World who did not recognize these eight symbols.
The Innate Eight Trigrams!
The law laid the foundation for the growth and prosperity of the Human Race.
But what caught Luohou's eye was not the symbol of the Eight Trigrams.
Instead, it was within those Eight Trigrams that wisps of pitch-black demonic energy appeared out of nowhere.
Sensing the faint connection emanating from the dark demonic energy, Luohou's crimson eyes narrowed immediately, followed by an extremely incredulous roar.
"Impossible, how could you... Even Hongjun didn't find me, how could you have found me..."
The demonic figure of Luohou was no longer as calm and confident as before. It was like a madman, frantically attacking the Taiji Diagram, trying to rush towards Fuxi.
"You succeeded before because I didn't notice you. Did you really think your hidden Secret Method were so profound? How laughable..." Fuxi sneered.
That's it.
Who gave them the audacity to claim that even Hongjun) hadn't noticed?
That's ridiculous!
Before Fuxi, wisps of black energy were transferred from all over the Primordial World.
Among them are Human Race, Demon Race, Rogue Cultivator, Primordial World cultivators, all races of the primordial world, ordinary creatures and plants from the Primordial World land, fish and shrimp from the Four Seas, and various strange marine creatures from the deep sea.
Even in some lifeless rocks and sand, demonic energy could be seen emanating from them.
Its distribution range extends throughout the Primordial World wilderness, from the Four Seas Heavenly Realm and the cosmos.
Even in some dangerous places, powerful temples, and ordinary mountains and forests, wisps of demonic energy would appear and then disappear.
Even under the horrified gazes of some Quasi-Sage, their disciples and followers, ranging from Earth Immortal to Daluo, all exuded wisps of demonic energy.
Especially those Daluo Golden Immortal, all of them stared with grim faces at the wisps of black energy emanating from their bodies.
As more and more demonic energy was suppressed within the Eight Trigrams in front of Fuxi's phantom, Luohou, not far away, became increasingly frenzied.
This scene also moved Laozi Tzu, who had been indifferent all along.
Whether he initially ignored the demonic shadow of Luohou or later failed to deliberately stop Luohou's voice from spreading throughout the Primordial World, it doesn't matter.
Naturally, it was because he had discerned Luohou's current state.
Back then, Luohou's grand ambition for the Great Dao, his transformation into the Devil Realm, was not just empty talk.
At that time, Luohou must have used some kind of divine means to connect with the Supreme Great Dao of Chaos, which allowed him to transform into the Devil Realm and escape from Hongjun's grasp.
What appeared in the Primordial World at this moment, what stood before them, was just as Fuxi had said before: nothing more than a cobbled-together pile of garbage.
It was merely a wisp of demonic energy possessing Luohou's consciousness and being manipulated by Luohou.
The ability of this demonic energy to conceal itself is terrifying.
It can be entrusted to the deepest recesses of the hearts of all living beings in the Primordial World, and even to non-living things such as mountains, rocks, sand, metal, and water.
This is a covert method.
Even Laozi, a Sage, could not find all the demonic energy of Luohou's divided soul, let alone someone like Fuxi who could find it so easily.
Fuxi's Eight Trigrams continued to evolve and calculate the demonic energy throughout the Primordial World, eventually capturing it completely.
Then, Fuxi flashed the Eight Trigrams in his hand and sent the demonic energy directly to the side of the Taiji Diagram.
The Taiji Diagram also conveniently incorporated this demonic energy, along with Luohou, and through the rotation of Yin and Yang, it gradually eroded it.
Within the Taiji Diagram, the demonic figure of Luohou struggled frantically, yet it could not shake the Taiji Diagram in the slightest.
Being obliterated by the Taiji Diagram was already destined to be the only fate for this demon.
"Thank you for your help, Fellow Daoist Fuxi!" Laozi smiled and expressed his gratitude as he looked at the demonic energy that Fuxi had sent into the Taiji Diagram.
Although few people in the Primordial World remember it now, Laozi has never forgotten the Curse that Luohou uttered when he was defeated. "When the Dao declines, the demons grow; when the demons rise, the Dao declines."
As Hongjun's eldest disciple.
Laozi, the Grand Master of the Mysterious Gate sect, was absolutely most wary of this Saint Luohou.
"Laozi Daoist Laozi, there's no need for this. This Luohou is a great demon of the Primordial World, and what's more, this scoundrel has harmed billions of Human Race lives." Fuxi spoke, a cold glint still appeared in his eyes.
Although he cleared away all the demonic energy that Luohou had scattered into the Primordial World, Luohou had never actually entered the Primordial World.
Fuxi's eyes narrowed slightly.
His gaze involuntarily drifted towards that strange space beyond the Primordial World, yet not belonging to the Chaos.
That place is where Luohou's Devil Realm is located.
At the same time, it was a place he could not reach.
Mount Kunlun.
Jade Void Palace.
Yuanshi looked at the scene on the Primordial World Continent, his expression not very good.
Moreover, his grim expression at this moment was not because of the Devil Ancestor Luohou, but because of Fuxi.
As Heavenly Dao Sage.
In Yuanshi's view, although the Devil Ancestor Luohou had once fought against his teacher Dao Ancestor Hongjun, he was a loser who barely managed to survive.
He may seem to dare to challenge the Sage, but in reality, he is nothing more than someone who relies on hidden methods to eke out a living in the Primordial World.
The fact that the boundless demonic energy did not emanate from his Mount Kunlun range or from his Jade Void Palace disciples is irrefutable proof.
On the contrary, it was the methods that Fuxi displayed that secretly alarmed Yuanshi.
The opponent's strange Dao of the Eight Trigrams was able to find all the hidden Luohou from the vast Primordial World.
Such methods are simply unbelievable.
Deep down, Yuanshi was also secretly wary of Fuxi, the Saint Emperor who had been eternally suppressing the Human Race in the Fire Cloud Cave since becoming a saint.
On Golden Turtle Island in the East Sea China Sea.
Tongtian was also recalling the events that had occurred on the Primordial World Continent with a very solemn expression.
Unlike Yuanshi, Tongtian didn't care about Fuxi as much as his senior brother did; instead, he cared more about the Devil Ancestor...
"Luohou."
Just by uttering this name, Tongtian could feel his Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation trembling slightly.
A cold glint flashed in his eyes, Tongtian directly suppressed the trembling Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation.
Tongtian didn't pay much attention to the anomaly of the Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation, even though the Innate Spirit Treasure in the Primordial World were incredibly powerful.
However, it only possesses the instincts of a magical treasure, but lacks the thinking of a living being.
Such a reaction is not worth mentioning.
Only...
Tongtian stroked the Green Duckweed Sword, the supreme treasure he had used to prove his Dao, his gaze seemingly containing a world of swords, incomparably sharp.
"Luohou... I wonder if it's worth it for me to draw my sword!" Tongtian murmured to himself.
Heaven Beyond Heaven, at the Empress Wa Palace.
Nüwa paid no attention to Luohou.
What's so good about an outdated antique?
From beginning to end, Nüwa's attention was entirely focused on Fuxi.
"Brother's Great Dao of the Eight Trigrams has progressed so rapidly... How did Changsheng manage to do that?" Nüwa was secretly astonished, but also couldn't help but feel gratified.
She knew about her brother becoming Ao Changsheng's apprentice, since Ao Changsheng hadn't asked Fuxi to keep it a secret.
Other Sage may not know, but Nüwa definitely does.
Nüwa showed no displeasure or disapproval regarding this; in fact, she greatly approved of Fuxi's decision to become his disciple.
Nüwa always felt a sense of guilt towards her elder brother, Fuxi.
After all, it was Fuxi who gave up his own struggle for the throne in the Purple Firmament Palace, thus allowing her to rise to the top.
Although she managed to save Fuxi from the Lich War through her schemes, and he eventually attained sainthood, she was able to achieve this.
However, unlike the Heavenly Dao Sage, he is Sage has merged with the Great Dao, or even a cultivator of the Hunyuan Daluo Dao.
Fuxi was destined to spend several eras in seclusion at Fire Cloud Cave.
And...
Nüwa was also aware of some of the drawbacks of the Dao-Merging Sage and the Hunyuan Daluo Dao in this era.
Therefore, Nüwa was naturally pleased to learn that Fuxi had become the disciple of Ao Changsheng, this mysterious and powerful being.
Now that Fuxi has shown some skill, Nüwa can finally breathe a sigh of relief.
"Now that my brother is on the right track, he doesn't need me to interfere anymore," Nüwa murmured to herself, gazing at the vast Primordial World below, her eyes slightly narrowed.
After a long while, he let out a soft sigh.
"Now it's time to start thinking about myself..."