Chapter 138: The Power of the Chaos Origin

Within the Thirty-Three Heavens' Demon Court, the Demon Race continuously poured toward the Eastern Land, but Tian Yuan did not move.

Now that the Ancestral Witches had retreated to the Pangu Temple, there was no one in the Primordial World who could block the Demon Court's military edge, so he naturally had no need to be anxious.

Most importantly, Tian Yuan guessed that the Demon Race currently falling into the Primordial World could only be considered the vanguard of the Demon Court.

He had captured quite a few of the Wu Clan on the Eastern Land; those two Demon Emperors had no reason not to guard against him.

The Demon Race's speed in dredging and purifying the Earth Veins was extremely slow, so Tian Yuan was not in a rush for the moment.

Sitting quietly on Mount Buzhou, he focused on cultivating the laws he had mastered.

After thoroughly purifying a Main Vein, as the might of Mount Buzhou surged, his comprehension of the laws became increasingly clear.

The laws manifested in the Buzhou Mountain Consciousness Space were becoming more numerous, but Tian Yuan still felt that time was insufficient.

Sitting upright in a canyon, Tian Yuan had faint starlight surging and flickering around his body, as if surrounded by a faint river of stars.

Time Law!

After capturing the Time Ancestral Witch Zhu Jiuyin, he had impatiently begun to cultivate this powerful law.

Among the Three Thousand Laws, the Time Law was undoubtedly the most supreme. The Chaos Demon God of Time, Shichen, whom it represented, was the very first to be conceived among the three thousand Chaos Demons.

However, with this physical body of Mount Buzhou, Tian Yuan did not find it very difficult to cultivate.

This ordinary physical body of the Stone Man of Buzhou Mountain, due to the frequent feedback from Mount Buzhou, was not inferior to an Innate Sacred.

As the starlight shrouding his body became increasingly clear, wrinkles rose in the space around Tian Yuan, as if countless layers of space were folding together.

As the Demon Court continuously stationed itself in the Eastern Land, the Ancestral Witches who had retreated to the Pangu Temple also received the news.

"Bastards! Bastards! These Demon Race animals only know how to kick a man when he's down."

"Hmph! Xuanming! Why hasn't Big Brother returned yet?"

The few Ancestral Witches circling the Blood Pool all had fierce glares, their eyes filled with brutality.

Because of that Stone Man of Buzhou Mountain, they, the dignified Ancestral Witches, could only cower inside the temple. It was one thing not to be a match for Tian Yuan, but they had not expected the Demon Court to dare to loot the burning house.

They had only retreated to the Pangu Temple, but they had not abandoned the Eastern Land.

Those cowardly members of the Demon Race only knew how to show off at a time like this.

The irritable Zhurong and Qiangliang, all three of them, looked at Xuanming while panting heavily.

It had been a very long time since their elder brother Dijiang had left, and he had yet to return.

If not for the fear of the Stone Man of Buzhou Mountain, he would have long since rushed out to tear that lot of the Demon Race to shreds.

How could Xuanming not be angry in her heart? The Demon Race were merely their food, yet they dared to come and compete with them.

"Wait for Big Brother to return before discussing anything!" Xuanming's cold, stern words came as her crimson eyes swept over Zhurong.

Of the twelve Ancestral Witches who once shook the Primordial World, only five of them remained now; Xuanming would not allow any more losses.

Tian Yuan's strength was above theirs, and with the help of Mount Buzhou, rushing out would easily lead to being captured by the other side.

Qiangliang and Shebishi did not speak; they had only just entered the Hunyuan Golden Immortal realm and had already been reduced to the point of fighting against Great Witches.

"Big Brother, Big Brother! It's been so long, if we don't think of a way, how are we to rescue those brothers?" Zhurong roared in a lowered voice, his expression somewhat ferocious.

He was truly afraid, afraid that suddenly one day, the captured Zhu Jiuyin and the others would become just like Gonggong.

They were originally the closest of brothers, yet they had turned to assist the Stone Man in dealing with them.

The twelve Ancestral Witches were of one lineage, yet now they were divided and estranged, each living in a different place.

Xuanming did not speak; she also did not know what to do.

If it were only Tian Yuan, it might be fine; they could act secretly, or perhaps there would be a chance. But the might of Mount Buzhou was too terrifying; earlier, when many of their Ancestral Witches moved together, they were blown away by just a single burst of its aura.

Even if they were to ascend that Mount Buzhou, they would likely be easily suppressed.

How could Zhurong not know these things? It was just that this sudden sense of powerlessness made him furious.

They were the Pangu Orthodox, the Wu Clan that dominated the Eastern Land; how could Zhurong be willing to end up in such a state?

"Roar!"

With a heaven-shaking roar, rolling flames rose around Zhurong, and the space itself crackled as it was burned.

Now, even if he was angry, he could only shrink back at home, unable to even leave the Pangu Temple.

The more he thought about it, the more angry Zhurong felt in his heart; a dignified Ancestral Witch had actually become like this.

"Hmph!" Suddenly, a cold snort came from the void, accompanied by a chilling aura that surged in.

The few people in the hall saw the void in front of them break open, and Dijiang, the leader of the Ancestral Witches, escaped through the void and arrived.

"Big Brother!"

"Big Brother!"

Xuanming and the others immediately stepped forward to meet him, their eyes filled with anticipation.

These Chaos Demon corpses were all found by their elder brother; whether they could rescue Zhu Jiuyin and the others depended entirely on Dijiang.

Meeting their gazes, a flash of sadness crossed Dijiang's heart, and he then said in a deep voice: "Cultivate quietly and wait for the arrival of the final Great Calamity."

Great Calamity?

Xuanming, Zhurong, and the others who had gathered around were all stunned on the spot.

What Great Calamity? They only wanted to rescue their brothers now and smash the Stone Man of Buzhou Mountain; what did they care about the Great Calamity? Besides, if the Stone Man did not come out, what qualification did their Wu Clan have to participate in the Great Calamity? It might even be that the Stone Man was squatting in the valley outside the temple, waiting for them to jump out.

Looking at the frantic expressions of the few, Dijiang did not speak further; the wings on his back trembled slightly, and four gray streams of air escaped.

"Chaos Origin!!!"

Just by looking at them, several exclamations exploded in the hall. Xuanming, Zhurong, and the other four Ancestral Witches stared blankly at the streams of air drifting before them.

The Source Power of the Chaos Origin meant compatibility with all laws; it was suitable for everyone, as long as their physical body was tough enough.

Amidst the gurgling sounds, the few, including Xuanming, all had fiery gazes.

They did not move recklessly, however, but asked in a deep voice: "Big Brother, it is said that the Chaos Origin is only born in the deepest part of the Chaos Sea; how did you find it?"

Although there were only four wisps before them, they were nonetheless peerless treasures in heaven and earth.

Zhurong and the others all looked at Dijiang, thinking of the Chaos Demon God corpse from before and now the Chaos Origin, how could their elder brother obtain such heaven-defying fortune?

Dijiang did not explain, but said solemnly: "It is merely broken Source Power. You all cultivate well, and in the future, you will surely be able to rescue our brothers."

Xuanming and the others exchanged glances and nodded, thinking that their elder brother must have faced extreme danger to obtain such fortune.

They should now seize the time to cultivate and rescue the many clansmen captured by Tian Yuan.

Xuanming and the others said no more; they opened their mouths and inhaled, and the wisps of energy floating before them whooshed into their bodies one by one.

Immediately, one could see rich, dazzling purple light blooming on their bodies, intertwining and emerging.

Before long, it actually wove into a large cocoon, completely wrapping Xuanming and the others inside.

Dijiang, floating in the air, saw this, and a strange look flashed in his eyes, which instantly returned to normal.

"Tian Yuan! Just you wait!" Scanning the direction of Mount Buzhou, red light intertwined on the wings on Dijiang's back, quickly wrapping around him.

The Pangu Temple, where blood waves surged, instantly became deathly silent, with only a few fluctuations rising and falling.

On Mount Buzhou, the starlight shrouding Tian Yuan gathered and quickly vanished into his body.

He opened his eyes faintly, and the vast aura surrounding his body slowly faded.

Looking toward the Eastern Land, he murmured softly: "Nearly ten thousand years have passed; it is time to move about!"

In ten thousand years, there must be quite a lot of the Demon Race from the Demon Court who have headed to the Primordial World.

Without notifying Huluwa or taking the Fierce Beast Hou, he took a step and fled toward the Eastern Land.

With a Hunyuan Golden Immortal late-stage cultivation, who in the entire Demon Court could stop him besides those two Demon Emperors?

Taking them along would only drag down his speed.

His powerful Divine Sense instantly shrouded hundreds of millions of miles of land, and Tian Yuan's eyes brightened slightly.

With Heaven and Earth Luck gathering, the strength of the Demon Court's Demon Race was somewhat beyond his expectations.

Within the shrouded range, almost all were above Golden Immortal, and half had stepped into the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm.

Tian Yuan's gaze involuntarily turned toward the Primordial Starry Sky, thinking that there must be more powerful Demon Race members in the Thirty-Three Heavens.

"It is time for a good harvest!"

With yellow clouds surging, Tian Yuan only took away the Demon Race who had broken into the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm.

The Demon Race's efficiency in purifying Earth Veins was too low, and the weaker they were, the worse the effect; there was no need to capture those Golden Immortal Demon Race members now.

With Hunyuan Golden Immortal late-stage cultivation, his speed was incredibly fast.

On high mountains, in mountain streams, and in rivers, tens of millions of the Demon Race were captured in the blink of an eye.

Almost no Demon Race members noticed; they disappeared one by one, vanishing into thin air.

Tian Yuan swept past, unleashing the Nine Heavens Breathing Soil, this Supreme Innate Spiritual Treasure; no one could stop him at all.

"Eh! A Quasi-Saint early-stage Demon." A powerful fluctuation caught Tian Yuan's attention.

It was a nine-headed giant snake, Jiuying, one of the Ten Great Demon Sages of the Demon Court.

Being able to encounter a Demon Sage, and a powerful one like Jiuying among the Demon Sages, was somewhat beyond Tian Yuan's expectations.

With the Wu Clan retreating, the luck gathered by the Demon Court surged, and with the might of Mount Buzhou rising greatly, the living beings of the Primordial World also received blessings.

In the future Primordial World, there would only be more and more beings breaking into the Quasi-Saint and Hunyuan Golden Immortal realms.

In an immortal mountain in the Eastern Land, Jiuying was patrolling the Primordial World as usual.

Although the Demon Court occupied the Primordial World, the Thirty-Three Heavens were the Demon Court's true base.

Ten thousand years ago, the Wu Clan retreated to the Pangu Temple, and the Demon Court easily took the Eastern Land, subsequently sending many Great Demons to guard various places in the Primordial World.

These Demon Sages naturally would not stay in the Primordial World; they only came down to patrol every five thousand years, and now it was his turn.

The so-called patrol was merely to collect the heavenly materials and earthly treasures from various immortal mountains and cave abodes; otherwise, why would they come in person for such trivial matters?

After putting the treasures he fancied into his own small warehouse, Jiuying felt very happy.

Although there were many treasures in the Primordial Starry Sky, the spheres of influence were clearly divided, and it was close to the Demon Emperors; it was nothing like this Primordial World.

As long as it was not too excessive, the two Demon Emperors would not care at all.

Scanning the surroundings, Jiuying looked toward the next immortal mountain cave abode.

Just as he was about to lead his followers to head there, yellow mist suddenly emerged in the surrounding void; he did not pay it any mind, merely glancing at it with curiosity.

Just as he was about to ride the clouds, he did not expect the clouds and mist to surge violently, and he instantly fell into a yellow, hazy world.

The sudden change greatly shocked Jiuying.

He was a Demon Sage who had severed one corpse; who could have such means?

With a panicked expression, he was about to resist when countless Innate Wutu Divine Thunder bolts fell.

Amidst the rumbling sounds, he was directly knocked unconscious on the spot!

(End of chapter)