Chapter 204: All Things Bow

When the smoke cleared, the disheveled Taiyi, hair in disarray, half‑kneeling while bracing the bell, his brocade robe of golden threads riddled with cracks, the blood seeping from the corner of his mouth stood out starkly on his pallid face.

The strongest of the Demon Race, who had never suffered a serious injury since birth, was now forced by a Human Race cultivator into such a plight.

Zhou Yi brushed the dust from his collar, looking disdainfully at the disheveled opponent: "The legendary Taiyi turns out to be nothing more than that."

"I will crush your bones and scatter your ashes," Taiyi snarled, his eyes blood‑red and about to split, about to ignite his source and unleash a forbidden technique, when a thunderous roar erupted from the heavens: "The Wu Clan has wronged my Demon Race excessively, the Great Unity, come quickly to aid."

Di Chun's summons pierced the clouds, echoing twice over the scarred battlefield.

The moment the Demon Emperor's roar cracked, Taiyi snapped back to his senses. Only then did he realize that this was the decisive moment of life‑or‑death for the Wu and Demon races.

While he and Zhou Yi fought with mountain‑splitting ferocity, the slaughter on the battlefield not only continued but grew even more savage.

The Demon Race's top Quasi Saint‑level combat power was entirely restrained; he himself was entangled by Zhou Yi, and Mi Xi, the ancient patriarch, was deep within a Wu Clan encirclement.

With the vast Demon Race reduced to only Di Chun, the Quasi Saint peak holding the situation alone, he naturally became the hunting target of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

Although Hou Tu was absent, the combined effort of the eleven ancestral witches could still stir heaven and earth.

Di Chun, single‑handed, faced the onslaught of this Pangu‑bloodline encirclement; anyone would see it as a nine‑to‑one death trap.

The painful roar just now signaled the Demon Emperor's current peril.

The brotherly bond forged under the Sun Star left Taiyi unable to bother with a tangled fight against Zhou Yi.

The Chaos Bell shattered the void, turning his whole body into a golden rainbow that surged straight toward Di Chun's position. Zhou Yi did not pursue, not out of unwillingness but because he lacked the strength.

In that earlier pinnacle duel, he had likewise paid a heavy price.

The cost of hard‑hitting the Chaos Bell was that his muscles and bones were nearly shattered, even the healing saint technique "Zhe Character Method" could not quickly mend.

Fortunately, the Undying Divine Pill provided a safety net; the real danger was mental overextension. Whether invoking the Heavenly Dao law "Great Annihilation" or spurring human will with "Unyielding Battle Intent," both wildly drained his spirit.

"The Imperial Fist's three forms are still unfinished…" Zhou Yi thought while regulating his breath. The clash with Taiyi made him see his own limits; after all, the opponent was only a Quasi Saint peak, still worlds apart from those saints who transcend the Heavenly Dao.

After a brief recovery, Zhou Yi tore through space toward the main battlefield.

Because of his intervention, the previously stalemated Wu‑Demon war tilted; now the Wu Clan's army had pressed to the foot of Mount Buzhou, while the Demon Race's remnants retreated to defend the Heavenly Court.

The eleven ancestral witches were gathering the clan's elite, preparing to ride the victory straight into the Demon Race's stronghold.

It is time; the Human Race can no longer wait.

Zhou Yi led the Human Race's finest warriors to rendezvous with the Wu Clan's masters beneath the celestial pillar of Mount Buzhou.

When the allied forces of the two races surged up the towering pillar toward the Heavenly Court, countless Demon Race elites had already formed battle lines in waiting.

Demon Emperor Di Chun and Taiyi stood at the front, the three‑clawed crow emperor's oppressive presence enveloping the arena like a tangible force.

Di Chun's gaze swept over the Twelve Ancestral Witches, his voice booming like thunder: "Today we shall finally settle the grudges."

With those words, the Vast Wilderness World trembled incessantly.

When the banners fluttered, the entire Milky Way seemed pulled before their eyes.

Immediately, 14,800 auxiliary star flags rose from all directions, forming a mysterious resonance with the main star flag.

This world‑shaking killing formation was the Demon Race's painstakingly forged Zhou Tian Star Array.

Back then, Taiyi grasped the mystery of the Chaos Bell and derived a layout that used stars as the formation and all things as troops.

The main flag corresponded to 365 primary stars, the auxiliary flags to 14,800 secondary stars, and with countless Demon soldiers linking the celestial bodies, once activated it could draw the universe's stellar power.

At this moment the great array took shape, and heaven and earth already showed signs of collapse. The four seas rose in ten‑thousand‑foot surging waves, the earth veins moaned, and the firmament cracked with countless fissures.

Myriads of living beings knelt in terror, even the saints watching from the clouds turned pale; this world‑destroying might chilled their spines.

Amid the torrent of starlight, the 365 main‑flag Demon deities bathed in stellar radiance, and with every gesture mountains crumbled.

Over ten thousand auxiliary‑flag demons wove a star net, turning the entire heavens and earth into a cage.

The most terrifying was the array's eye, the twin Sun‑Moon stars, where scorching heat and icy cold forces intertwined wildly.

The Wu and Demon races can dominate the Vast Wilderness World not only through overwhelming might but also because each hides an ultimate trump card against the saints.

Take the Demon Race's Zhou Tian Star Array as an example; even a saint trapped inside would have to go through countless hardships to escape.

Zhou Yi's back was soaked with cold sweat; the instant the stellar array unfolded, he distinctly felt the breath of death coiling around his whole body.

He knew better than anyone that, even with the "Zhe Character Secret" life‑saving technique and combat power capable of crushing peers, there was no chance of survival in this world‑destroying stellar array.

The 365 primary star flags were controlled by the Demon Race's top Great Luo Golden Immortal, while the outer 14,800 auxiliary flags were arrayed by strongmen who began as Golden Immortals.

Not to mention Demon Emperor Di Chun and Taiyi stationed at the core; these two Quasi Saint peaks amplified the array's power by more than tenfold.

Zhou Yi understood that even with the Undying Immortal Pill, the vast stellar force would grind him into powder.

Seeing the Demon Race unveil its killing move, Di Di Zu Wu of the Wu Clan's camp suddenly shattered the void, his voice thundering: "You have a trump‑card formation, does that mean our Wu Clan lacks a clan‑defining art? Activate the Twelve Capital Heavenly God Fiend Grand Array!"

Amid the roar, the eleven ancestral witches simultaneously revealed their earth‑shaking true forms.

Di Di transformed into a six‑legged, four‑winged demon god clad in red‑scaled armor, his chaotic visage inhaling and exhaling void currents; the Candle Nine‑Yin serpent coiled around heaven and earth, its eyes open bringing daylight, closed shrouding eternal night.

Mu Zheng rode the Azure Dragon, spawning a ten‑thousand‑mile green tide, while Ru Shou's whole body emitted sharp golden rays that pierced the sky.

Shui Shen's feet churned black waters, Zhu Song surrounded himself with raging flames that burned cities, the remaining ancestral witches each displayed their divine powers—wind and thunder roared, poisonous miasma spread, icy frost sealed the world—eleven streams of qi piercing heaven and earth instantly merged into a whole.

When the ancient barbaric terror swept the eight directions, the entire Vast Wilderness Earth trembled with energy fluctuations, and myriads of living beings shivered in this world‑destroying standoff.

Beneath the firmament, within the Chaos mist surrounding the eleven ancestral witches, vague outlines gradually formed a towering pillar‑like silhouette.

This phantom's aura surged enough to tear the Vast Wilderness with terrifying pressure, causing the stars to tremble and all things to bow.

"Pangu!"

The roar that pierced the universe sounded like the first note of creation, shaking the nine‑sky cloud sea into swirling torrents.

Six saints were again roused; even though it was not the first time they sensed such world‑destroying power, they still found it hard to calm their minds.

"Pathetic, Hou Tu has already become the foundation of the reincarnation Dao; you can't even assemble the Twelve Capital Heavenly God Fiend Array," Di Chun stood amid the interwoven billions of stellar lights of the Zhou Tian Star Array, sneering as he looked down, "What can you use to shake the foundation of my Demon Race?"