Primordial World: Big shots are all my friends
Chapter 132 - 130, Witch Demon War (Big - for Monthly Votes)_2

Chapter 132: Chapter 130, Witch Demon War (Big Chapter for Monthly Votes)_2

Di Jiang let out a muffled groan from within his red pouch-like body and furiously shouted, "Complete Heaven Star Battle Array! Houtu, it’s you who doomed our Witch Clan."

Boom, boom, boom— Streaks of starlight rained down from the sky, instantly drawing all Witch Demons into the boundless cosmos, where the fight continued amidst the vibrations of the zither, the flutter of wings, stars consumed by raging flames, and surging floods.

Donghuang Taiyi rushed towards the red dragon Zhu Jiuyin, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

Di Jiang suddenly traversed space, his four wings stirring up spatial turbulence within the starry sky.

A colossal star suddenly emerged— BOOM— sending Di Jiang flying, instantly calming the chaotic spatial turbulence.

Zhu Jiuyin bellowed, "Time halt!"

DONG— The sound of a bell echoed.

The halted time was instantly shattered as a black longsword pierced into Zhu Jiuyin’s forehead.

"Ah!" Zhu Jiuyin screamed in pain as his huge dragon body trembled, his dense Ancestor Witch essence qi scattering throughout Heaven and Earth.

Boom— A star plummeted, pinning the vast red dragon Zhu Jiuyin beneath it.

Donghuang Taiyi raised the Sorcerer Slayer Sword, his long hair whipping about as he roared without restraint, "Today marks the end of your Witch Clan."

"Big brother!"

"Junior brother—"

...

Wails of grief rose.

Zhu Rong Ancestor Witch bellowed in rage, "Die!"

Boom— A heaven-toppling Divine Fire erupted as the long spear, unstoppable, struck Kunpeng in the chest, resulting in a CLANG of metal.

"Screech—" Kunpeng let out a mournful cry, immediately flipped into the air, his massive form flashing into human shape, uncontrollably hurtling towards the Sun Star.

A figure appeared behind Kunpeng, a hand pushing him. Kunpeng immediately stabilized, gasping for breath and said, "Thanks, Your Majesty!"

Di Jun laughed heartily, spiritedly saying, "No problem, Devil Master, be careful. After this battle, I look forward to a hearty drink with the Devil Master to celebrate the future of our Demon Court."

"Die!" Zhu Rong Ancestor Witch furiously charged to kill.

Di Jun waved his hand casually, beams of starlight shot from the depths of the cosmos, Boom, Boom, Boom, knocking Zhu Rong away.

Kunpeng admired, "The Complete Heaven Star Battle Array is indeed powerful."

Di Jun chuckled, "With the Complete Heaven Star Battle Array, our Demon Clan is destined to win."

A pitch-black small hall suddenly materialized—DONG— smashing down on Di Jun’s head, immediately stupefying his Primordial Spirit and making the Heaven and Earth rotation lose its luster.

Kunpeng snatched the River Map and Luo Book, stuffed them into the Kunpeng Palace, and immediately transformed into a Kunpeng. His wings vibrated, and he vanished without a trace.

Without the River Map and Luo Book as the array’s core, the Complete Heaven Star Battle Array instantly collapsed. All stars vanished into stardust, and the 365 Demon Gods appeared with Buzhou Mountain below them.

Di Jun came back to his senses, bellowing in anger, "Kunpeng, I will have you dead!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

Zhu Rong and Shebi Corpse charged at Di Jun simultaneously.

In a panic, Di Jun rushed to defend. BOOM— He was blown away by the two Ancestor Witches.

"Big brother, here’s the sword!" A streak of black light flew through the air, and Di Jun grabbed the Sorcerer Slayer Sword, sweeping it in one arc.

PUFF— Shebi Corpse’s arm flew off.

...

Inside Wa Emperor Heaven, Nuwa Niangniang revealed a hint of a smile. "Kunpeng is far greedier than I imagined. I had him slay the formation-setting Demon Gods, yet he snatched the River Map and Luo Book. But this is good too, it adds balance."

With the loss of the Complete Heaven Star Battle Array, the Witch Demon battle turned brutally bloody, with Golden Immortal Level Demon Gods and Great Witches falling in succession.

Among the Twelve Demon Saints, Ji Meng Demon Saint, Ghost Car Demon Saint, and among the Eleven Ancestor Witches, Ju Mang Ancestor Witch all fell one after another. Daluo were no better than dogs; Quasi-Saints struggled to protect themselves. It could not be more tragic.

All the great powers below the Saints who were watching the battle felt a lingering fear in their hearts—terrifying, simply too terrifying.

Bai Jin looked at the battlefield, his eyes suddenly moved, what was that thing?

He saw at the foot of Buzhou Mountain, countless corpses lay across the land, and a Blood River surged torrentially; a faint golden shadow was shuttling through the Blood River.

Bai Jin stared intently at the shadow; as it grew larger in his vision, a little Golden Dragon, hundreds of meters long, was weaving through the mountain of corpses and seas of blood, with a Dragon Ball in its mouth and a burning glow in its eyes. Everywhere it passed, it plundered all the Witch Demon corpses, Divine Armor, Divine Weapons, Magic Treasures, not even sparing the broken ones.

Spiritual Treasures have spirits, and they flee immediately after their owner falls, but those ordinary Divine Treasures of Immortal Artifacts are also very rare.

Bai Jin hadn’t expected that Aoguang would have such audacity to scavenge for corpses on the Witch Demon battlefield—Aoguang was making a fortune!

In the void of Nuwa Palace, as the battle continued, with Demon Saints of the Demon Clan and Ancestor Witches of the Witch Clan falling one after another, the Qi Fortune of the two clans collapsed like a broken plate, all being guided towards the Human Clan by Nuwa, like two great rivers flowing.

"Die~" A Divine Sword carrying an overwhelming bloodthirstiness streaked across the sky, leaving a pitch-black trail as if splitting Heaven and Earth in two.

Boom~ The Ancestor Witch of Thunder was sliced in half by a sword, his body plummeting to the ground.

"Di Jun, die for me!" Zhu Rong charged from behind, holding the Demon Slaughter Banner, with raging anger.

Puh~ A long banner pierced through Di Jun’s chest, a dense, ominous aura spreading over him.

"Ah~" Di Jun screamed in agony towards the heavens, "Taiyi, as the leader of the Demon Clan, slaughter them all!" With that, he threw the Demon-slaying Sword into the air towards Donghuang Taiyi.

Under the Demon Slaughter Banner, Di Jun struggled for a moment, his gaze turned totally black, no longer able to maintain a human form, and transformed into a huge Golden Crow drifting Between Heaven and Earth, his Primordial Spirit completely extinguished.

"Big brother~" Taiyi roared in rage, one hand wielding the Chaos Bell, and the other the Sword of Witch Slaying, charging towards Zhu Rong.

In Wa Emperor Heaven, within the void, Nuwa revealed a smile, success!

Above the altar, the Human Clan’s wooden tablet burst into colorful Divine Light, instantly turning from wood to Liu Li in color—their Qi Fortune now ranking first among the Primordial Ten Thousand Clans.

Weng~ An overwhelming pressure descended, the whole void trembled, and dense, spider-web-like cracks spread everywhere.

Nuwa gave a wry smile, to have been discovered at this time, she stood up and bowed, saying, "I greet my Master!"

An auspicious cloud appeared in the misty space, and atop the cloud sat an old Taoist with a white beard.

Hong Jun stated sternly, "Nuwa, you have gone too far." His vast voice echoed throughout the space, a potent pressure bearing down.

Nuwa could clearly sense her Master’s anger, her mind racing with thoughts, what should she do now? Instinctively, her mind went to Bai Jin, what would he do if he were in her position? Compelled as if by spirits, she flew towards the White Cloud.

Hong Jun couldn’t help his eyebrows twitch twice, what was she trying to do? His stern countenance remained.

Nuwa flew behind Hong Jun and started to rub his shoulders.

Hong Jun’s body stiffened, never expecting Nuwa to pull such a move. Now what? He had anticipated many reactions from Nuwa, but certainly not this one!

Nuwa said with a feeling of unfairness, "Master sees through all. It was clearly the Witch and Demon Clans who bullied me first. Your disciple created a race to control the Creation Dao, but the two clans slaughtered them.

I am but an ordinary female saint without any powerful treasures for killing, having no other choice but to draw upon their Qi Fortune to avenge my children."

Hong Jun felt uncomfortable being massaged, and spoke seriously, "The Witch and Demon Clans bullied you? Do you really think your actions could be concealed from me?"

Nuwa fell silent, continued to massage Hong Jun’s shoulders, and whispered, "Master, I didn’t want to do it.

With three brothers as one and two junior brothers united, only I have to depend on myself, a weak little woman. In order not to be bullied, your disciple had to resort to these methods, raising my children to become the main characters of Heaven and Earth. You can understand me, right, Master?

If you must punish me, I will accept it. Who else do I have to rely on?"

Hong Jun burst into laughter out of irritation and said, "So it’s my fault now?"

"Not at all, it’s all your disciple’s fault, I’m just too insecure, I can’t bear to see my children suffer in the future."

Hong Jun’s tone softened a bit, and he said vaguely, "The Primordial World was never meant to have an eternal Heaven and Earth Main Character; competition among the Ten Thousand Races is most beneficial for the Primordial World."

Nuwa replied, "The Primordial World cannot have a main character because whether it’s the Dragon Clan, Phoenix Clan, Demon Clan, or Witch Clan, after becoming the main character, they would become extremely powerful, spelling doom for the other clans of the Primordial World.

But the Human Clan won’t do that. They are an Acquired Race with limited potential. Even if they become the main characters of Heaven and Earth, they could only ensure their own prosperity, and it would be difficult for them to produce beings capable of influencing the grand trends of Heaven and Earth, not dealing a destructive blow to the other Ten Thousand Races."

Hong Jun pondered for a moment, his gaze landing on the altar, "After the Witch Demon War, Nuwa will be confined to Wa Emperor Heaven for a Calamity, not to leave."

The White Cloud along with Hong Jun faded and disappeared, the fractured void returning to its original state.

Nuwa immediately bowed with gratitude and said, "Thank you, teacher!"