txolops Chapter 103 The Lich War
Chapter 103 The Lich War
Dijiang remained calm and signaled his brothers to control the formation and retreat.
With a flick of his giant hand, a jet-black sphere appeared out of thin air. The compressed, malevolent aura emanating from it caused even the saints watching from afar to glance at him.
"go!"
Dijiang slammed the malevolent treasure ball into the core of the Dutian Divine Array.
"boom!"
The malevolent energy within the formation instantly boiled and went berserk, and the phantom of Pangu roared to the sky, its body expanding at a visible speed.
Upon seeing this, the expressions of Di Jun, Tai Yi, and other high-ranking members of the demon race changed drastically.
They never expected that the Wu tribe, even after losing Houtu and with their formation incomplete, would still have such a hidden trump card.
This malevolent treasure ball was actually found by Di Jiang by chance in a desolate and untamed place many years ago. The malevolent energy contained within it is so pure and vast that it is unbelievable.
He originally thought it was a gift from Pangu to the Wu tribe, but little did he know that behind this coincidence, there were already one or even many invisible hands pushing things along.
Meanwhile, on the primordial continent, the flames of war had already engulfed the mountains and rivers.
The heavens wept blood, and torrential rain of blood poured down.
That was not the fall of a saint, but the blood of countless members of the Lich and Demon races.
At first, thanks to the special restraint of the Witch-Slaying Sword on the physical bodies of the Witch Clan, the Demon Clan army advanced with unstoppable momentum, almost overwhelming them.
But not long after, tens of thousands of witch cultivators suddenly flew out from a tribe.
They all held innate or acquired spiritual treasures, and this unexpected force caught the demon race somewhat off guard.
Everything proceeded according to its original trajectory, both in the primordial wilderness and beyond.
Still in the chaos, the outcome for these two races will be just like that of the three primordial races in the past, with no victor.
This ultimate war, which exhausted the resources accumulated by both races, has finally come to an end after lasting for a full thousand years.
In the chaotic battlefield, the once brilliant and boundless celestial constellations have dimmed by nearly half, and countless illusory stars have been shattered.
On the other hand, the true form of Pangu, condensed by the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation, was also riddled with cracks and its light was fading.
Both of the unparalleled formations were now on their last legs.
In a higher dimension, several indifferent gazes pierced through the chaotic currents, firmly locking onto Donghuang Zhong.
The sages are already prepared to act.
However, in Nuwa's eyes, besides considering the treasure, there was also a trace of worry as she looked at Fuxi.
The next moment, the two peerless formations that had been held to their limits disintegrated almost simultaneously.
Amidst the chaos, light exploded wildly, and a violent backlash swept across all directions.
Di Jun, Tai Yi, Di Jiang, Zhu Jiuyin and other Ancestral Witches all trembled violently, let out a muffled groan, clutched their chests, and their chests heaved violently.
Clearly, the clash and eventual collapse of the formations had inflicted significant Dao injuries on both sides' cores.
"Fuxi, now's the time! Activate the great formation and crush these barbarians for me!"
Fuxi, who was in charge of the Hunyuan Heluo Grand Array, had a glint of light in his eyes.
This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to kill them. If only we could seize the moment when the ancestral witches of the witch clan are suffering a backlash from their formation…
If we unleash the remaining power of the Heluo Grand Formation to annihilate it in one fell swoop, the demon race will surely win.
At that time, the primordial world will be ruled by demons, and with boundless fortune bestowed upon him, Fuxi's path will surely be smooth and unobstructed.
Not only him, but all the demon gods and demon saints who were still able to maintain the array nodes were also filled with passion at this moment.
They roared, ignoring the stinging pain in their meridians, and frantically poured their energy into the already shattered array beneath their feet.
"Kill them!"
However, in that life-or-death moment...
"Hey!"
Suddenly, the demon master Kunpeng transformed into a blurry gray shadow, moving at an extreme speed.
With a flap of his wings, he swept away the Hetu and Luoshu that were suspended at the center of the formation.
Immediately, the gray shadow disappeared without a trace, leaving only a trail of fading afterimages.
"Kunpeng!! How dare you!!"
Fuxi's roar and Dijun's incredulous howl rang out simultaneously.
No one expected that this sorcerer would betray them at the last moment and steal the key treasure that held the great formation together.
What enraged Di Jun even more was that as Kunpeng fled into the distance, it also mocked him relentlessly.
"Fellow Daoist Di Jun, I might as well tell you something else: your ten Golden Crow Princes..."
The reason why they all emerged from Tang Valley back then, causing the calamity of ten suns burning the sky, is...
It was also due to my own little trickery and slight guidance. Hahahaha!
"Kun—!!!"
The pain of losing his son, the hatred of betrayal, and the fury of being fooled instantly overwhelmed Di Jun's remaining rationality.
He turned around and transformed into a fiery meteor, frantically chasing after the direction where the Kunpeng had disappeared!
"Want to leave? Stay!"
But as soon as he moved, Dijiang tore through space and blocked his way.
At this moment, whether it was the demon emperor, the demon saint, or the ancestral witch of the witch race,
The last glimmer of clarity in their eyes was quietly extinguished by the omnipresent, malevolent energy of the calamity.
All that remained was murderous intent and the obsession to drag the other party into destruction.
Meanwhile, a completely different scene unfolded at the Taiqing Palace on Kunlun Mountain.
After Taibai finished his seclusion, he sent Xiao Hei to ring the Gathering Immortal Bell on Kunlun Mountain.
The bell tolled softly, its sound echoing across the three peaks. Before long, all the disciples of the three generations were summoned to the Taibai Hall.
However, once they had lined up and stood in formation, only Xiao Hei stood quietly on the cloud bed; Tai Bai was nowhere to be seen.
At first, the hall was relatively quiet. The disciples of the three religions stood solemnly, maintaining a superficial harmony despite their distinct differences.
But no matter how long they waited, Taibai did not appear, and some subtle commotion and whispers began to emanate from the crowd.
After an unknown amount of time, a cold and clear voice rang out from the ranks of the Chan Sect disciples, carrying undisguised contempt:
"Those creatures with fur and horns, born from moisture and eggs, truly lack manners. Don't they even know how to respectfully await the arrival of their elders?"
The Jie Sect's cultivators are mostly unorthodox individuals who have attained enlightenment; this statement directly targets their origins and is extremely malicious.
Qiu Shou Xian, Jin Guang Xian, and others had long harbored resentment towards the strange and sarcastic manner of the Chan Sect disciples. Now, hearing such blatant humiliation, they could no longer hold back.
"Which bastard is barking like that? Come out here!"
The immortal with the bushy beard and hair stood on end, taking a step forward and directly confronting the members of the Chan Sect.
The disciples of the Chan sect, who were always proud of their origins, were unwilling to back down upon seeing this.
Several people immediately stepped forward and confronted Qiu Shou Xian and other disciples of the Jie Sect.
On the other hand, on the Humanist side, only Grand Master Xuandu stood alone in the middle.
His eyes were closed, and his chest heaved deeply, as if he was trying his best to calm himself down.
Since he became a disciple of Laozi and settled in Kunlun, the friction and disputes between the disciples of the Chan and Jie sects have never ceased.
After the three masters went to Chaos, similar conflicts intensified over the next thousand years.
As his father's only disciple, he naturally became the peacemaker.
It's not that the disciples of the Jie Sect burned down a forest while practicing their supernatural powers, which conflicted with the disciples of the Chan Sect who believed in following the Way of Heaven.
It's just a matter of which of the Jie Sect disciples is making too much noise during their cultivation tomorrow, disturbing the peace of which of the Chan Sect disciples.
For thousands of years, he has traveled back and forth to mediate countless disputes, leaving him exhausted and overwhelmed.
At this moment, looking at the impending standoff before him, Xuan Du felt a deep weariness wash over him.
On the high platform, Xiao Hei stood with his hands at his sides, his face calm, but his heart was filled with joy.
He was an outcast, and the phrase "wearing fur and horns" was an insult to him as well.
He couldn't wait for these arrogant immortals of the Chan Sect to be taught a lesson by the disciples of the Jie Sect.
However, just as both sides were about to mobilize their magic to prepare for battle, they discovered that they were completely unable to mobilize their magic.