Chapter 91: The Hunt Begins

"Arrogant! Arrogant! Arrogant!"

"Di Jun, that three-legged, flat-feathered beast, must be killed!"

"Kill, kill, kill! Only by crushing that Demon Court can the fire in our hearts be vented."

The Ancestral Witches, already irritated by the bell chimes, were instantly sent into a frenzy upon hearing these words, their eyes filled with crazed murderous intent.

It would have been one thing if they had ignored the Demon Court, but this Di Jun had actually taken the initiative to seek trouble with them.

Claiming the Wu Clan was ravaging the Primordial World? This world was opened by Father Mountain and belonged to their Wu Clan by nature; all races were meant to be their food.

To dare say that they, the Ancestral Witches, did not understand the heavenly mandate—this undoubtedly struck a sore spot in the hearts of the Ancestral Witches and made their rage burn even hotter.

Dijiang, sitting at the head, had the four wings on his back fluttering rapidly, which likewise displayed his inner agitation.

That Tian Yuan could steal the Pangu Heart had already caused Dijiang to harbor inexplicable anxieties.

Such words from Di Jun made Dijiang feel even more terrified; those who speak recklessly, the Demon Court must be destroyed.

With a *swish*, the figure of Xuanming appeared in the arena.

"Di Jun, that arrogant brat, deserves to die!" Xuanming's icy words rang out, her eyes filled with a fierce glare.

The Ancestral Witches had already been holding back a belly full of fire because of Tian Yuan, and Di Jun had now completely ignited them.

Dijiang slowly stood up, and a cold, grim voice came: "Gather the strength of all tribes to crusade against the Demon Court!"

Originally, he had intended to deal with Tian Yuan before destroying this arrogant Demon Court.

Dijiang had never expected that Di Jun and Taiyi would be even more impatient than them, actually taking the lead to bring the Demon Race to attack.

Ignorant Demon Emperor, today they shall be made to know the true power of the Ancestral Witches.

Gonggong and the others did not speak; one by one, they flew out to begin summoning the clansmen of their respective tribes.

Above the Starry Sky, Di Jun and Taiyi rode the Nine Dragon Chariot, surrounded by imperial aura, looking down upon the world.

Behind them, demon clouds rolled; all the Demon Saints and Great Demons of the Demon Court were among them, shrouding a vast expanse of the firmament.

Fuxi stood at Di Jun's side and said indifferently: "Borrowing the momentum of the Heavenly Marriage, one battle will settle the great trend of the Heavenly Court; from now on, the Primordial World will be in the palm of the Demon Emperor."

This crusade against the Wu Clan was, naturally, Fuxi's proposal.

The Ancestral Witches ravaged the Primordial World, and the Wu Clan dominated one side; the ten thousand races retreated to avoid their edge. Although many fled to the Demon Court for protection, many still lingered on the Primordial World.

Now that the Demon Emperor's Heavenly Marriage had brought down merit, the Demon Court could be said to be in high spirits.

It was the perfect time to carry this grand momentum to attack the Wu Clan, dampen the arrogance of the Ancestral Witches, and vent the anger of the ten thousand races.

It could also display the strength of the Demon Court and attract more of the Demon Race to gather.

There was one more point: Fuxi had discovered that Houtu, one of the twelve Ancestral Witches, had been missing for several thousand years, which was undoubtedly the best opportunity.

If the Ancestral Witches could be wiped out in one fell swoop, no force in the Primordial World would be able to block the Demon Court.

Moreover, the Ancestral Witches had gathered all the Wu Clan of the Primordial World into one place; perhaps they also had designs on the Demon Court, so it was necessary to seize the initiative and strike first.

Di Jun nodded slightly, his peripheral vision glancing at the surrounding space, where ripples were hidden.

The various Innate Sacreds who had attended the Heavenly Marriage had not yet left, which was also a good opportunity for a display.

Thinking this, Di Jun's gaze turned toward his second brother, Taiyi, beside him.

It was time for the beings of the Primordial World to know what an Innate Supreme Treasure was.

The physical bodies of the Ancestral Witches were formidable; he wondered if they could withstand the might of the Innate Supreme Treasure, the Chaos Bell.

Taiyi narrowed his eyes slightly; on his fire-red robe, a scorching sun was dazzlingly bright.

Compared to Di Jun's magnificent hegemony, Taiyi appeared even more cold and arrogant.

The Demon Emperors were in high spirits, but Demon Master Kunpeng, following behind, had a gloomy face, his expression incomparably ugly.

He knew the Great Calamity was coming, but he had not expected the first great war to happen so quickly.

Once the great war began, Tribulation Qi would surely spread throughout the Primordial World, shrouding all things and spirits of the Primordial World.

Once Tribulation Qi entered the body, slaughter would befall one; if one killed too much, boundless great power and Karma would naturally arise, and one would not be favored by the world.

No matter how much luck or blessed fortune one had, it would be worn away by Karma.

Just like the Primordial Three Clans of the past; they slaughtered the Fierce Beasts that were ravaging the Primordial World and gained endless merit, yet in the end, they still faded into obscurity.

Kunpeng could never understand: if the protagonists of the world were chosen by the world, why were they destroyed by the Great Calamity in the end?

The Primordial World was vast and boundless, with abundant Innate Spiritual Qi, and could fully support more living beings.

What exactly was the essence of the Great Calamity? He swept his eyes over the Primordial World; beneath Mount Buzhou, blood mist surged to the heavens, and the thick Malevolent Qi had almost materialized.

The Wu Clan was already irritable; influenced by the Tribulation Qi, they would surely become even more crazed.

Once this battle started, it would absolutely be a fight to the death! With these many thoughts passing through his mind, Kunpeng had already decided on his next plan.

He would fish in troubled waters during the Great Calamity and never commit wanton slaughter; otherwise, the merit gained from creating the Demon Script would simply not be enough.

Tian Yuan stood on the mountain peak, gazing at the distant sky.

As that sun in the sky descended, a vast expanse of Blood Fiend Qi rose from the foot of Mount Buzhou, within which were the dense masses of the Wu Clan.

Only, in the demon clouds falling from the Starry Sky, the number of the Demon Race was even greater, far exceeding the Wu Clan.

The Demon Race had evolved from the ten thousand races of the Primordial World, and many were former Primordial clans.

They had been born in the Primordial World since the Beast Calamity, and through countless Great Eras of reproduction and inheritance, their numbers were naturally not something the Wu Clan could compare to.

Looking at those swarming figures that blotted out the sky and sun, Tian Yuan also somewhat understood why the Ancestral Witches were crazily creating the Wu Clan. By fighting the ten thousand races of the Primordial World with the strength of one clan, the energy contained in the Pangu Heart was completely exhausted just like that.

The Witch and Demon Clans exiting the stage of the Primordial World, and the heart left behind by Pangu drying up completely—truly a fine strategy.

"Father Mountain, are we going to catch the Wu Clan now?" Huluwa was already impatient.

Tian Yuan glanced at the foot of Mount Buzhou; those left there were Wu people weaker than Golden Immortals, and what he needed were all on the battlefield.

"Wait until they start fighting."

How many beings would die, Tian Yuan did not know; the Great Calamity was not something he could control at the moment.

The only thing he could do now was to strengthen himself as much as possible while the Great Calamity lasted.

Only by becoming stronger can one prevent the final Great Calamity and reduce the casualties of the Primordial World.

Now that the Wu Clan lacks Houtu and also lacks the Pangu Heart, and crucially, he has captured many Great Witches and Wu people, Tian Yuan is somewhat worried about the Wu Clan.

These are all the little mining experts he values; it would be a pity if they were sacrificed in vain.

Clang! Following a bell toll that resounded through heaven and earth, the first great war between the Witch and Demon Clans erupted completely.

The Great Sun Golden Flame rendered a vast expanse of the firmament, and the Ancestral Witches, with their violent bodies, charged straight in, fearing not the might of the Chaos Primordial Spirit in the slightest.

With the collision of the Demon Emperor and the Ancestral Witches, the many Demon Saints of the Demon Court and a group of Great Witches also clashed together.

After a few breaths, the entire firmament was filled with massive figures, stretching as far as the eye could see.

There were Great Demons that blotted out the sun and sky, and there were all sorts of strange and varied members of the Wu Clan; they tore through the void and shattered mountain ranges.

Countless living beings on the Primordial land trembled in fear, and many fled in panic toward the sea regions.

Glancing at the strongest fluctuations in the firmament, Tian Yuan said to Huluwa beside him, "It is time to act. The focus should still be on the Wu Clan, though of course, the Great Luo Golden Immortal Demons cannot be let go either."

Although Huluwa has not yet broken through, his cultivation at the late stage of Great Luo Golden Immortal is only below that of the Demon Emperor and the Ancestral Witches.

Capturing some Demon Saints and Great Witches is still an easy task.

"Also, be careful to hide your figure; do not expose yourself too early!" Tian Yuan added a final instruction.

If they were discovered by the Witch and Demon Clans before they had even done much, they might end up being besieged.

Taking advantage of the Great Calamity to capture more living beings is their primary mission.

"Understood!" Huluwa nodded repeatedly, his eyes full of excitement.

Being able to help Father Mountain is the thing that makes him happiest.

Tian Yuan took a step forward, already transformed into an ordinary member of the Demon Race, and dove into the vast, boundless battle circle in the air.

In a great calamity that shrouds heaven and earth, the battlefield is truly too large.

As long as he does not run head-on into an Ancestral Witch or the Demon Emperor, no one can see through him.

The only thing that needs attention is not to have large swaths of the Witch and Demon Clans disappear all at once.

Tian Yuan does not know how many living beings are participating in the war, but without exception, every one of them is above the Golden Immortal realm.

Before long, among the many figures roaring and bellowing, faint clouds began to rise. They were pale yellow and began to spread rapidly toward the surroundings, shrouding one figure after another.

The divine abilities and spells of the Demon Race are naturally colorful, so no one paid any attention to this at all.

It was just that many Demons and Witches in the midst of battle discovered that the opponents they were about to kill had suddenly lost their traces.

However, the surroundings were filled with dense crowds of figures, and they had no time to investigate further, so they joined new battle engagements.

In a short while, those confused fellows also disappeared from the scene.

There were simply too many fighting figures; even if a small gap appeared, it was filled in the blink of an eye by the surging figures.

Tian Yuan, having restrained his aura, strolled leisurely through the battle circle, taking away one fellow after another.

"Tsk tsk, the Wu Clan is truly worthy of being able to dominate the Primordial land." Looking at the battle circles all around, Tian Yuan was also surprised in his heart.

Having previously ravaged the Wu Clan tribes, where even the Great Witches and Ancestral Witches could do nothing to him, Tian Yuan had not felt much.

Now, compared to the Demon Race, the gap is immediately apparent; a member of the Wu Clan of the same realm can hold their own against three or four members of the Demon Race.

Although the divine abilities and spells of the Demon Race are powerful, if they cannot break the physical body of the Wu Clan, everything is just empty talk.

Tian Yuan, while taking away one figure after another, slowly drifted toward the battle circle of the Great Luo Golden Immortals.

Compared to the dense crowds of Golden Immortals and Taiyi Golden Immortals, there are not many Great Luo Golden Immortals among the Witch and Demon Clans, and most of them are at the early stage of Great Luo Golden Immortal.

Tian Yuan guesses that these Great Luo Golden Immortals should all come from the ten thousand clans, with very few among the Three Thousand Guests of Zixiao Palace.

The most prosperous period of the Demon Court should be after the three lectures at Purple Heaven Palace concluded and after the expedition against Dong Wanggong.

In the distance, a figure caught Tian Yuan's attention: a mid-stage Great Luo Golden Immortal bull demon was actually fighting to a draw with a Great Witch of the same realm.

Tian Yuan recognized the opponent; it was the Primordial exotic beast Chitie, who also seems to be one of the Ten Great Demon Sages of the Demon Court.

"With such talent, it is only right to help organize the Earth Veins." After taking away a few unlucky fellows he passed by, Tian Yuan slowly approached.

The strength of Great Luo Golden Immortals is formidable, and the fluctuations they emit can shatter the void; they are almost all independent of the rest.

Although there is a risk of being detected by the Demon Emperor or the Ancestral Witches, Tian Yuan does not care at this moment; the temptation is simply too great.

Even if he were unfortunately discovered, the battle circle is so large that they would not be able to catch him anyway.

With many lice, one does not bite; with many debts, one does not worry. The Ancestral Witches already hate him to the bone, so adding the Demon Race to the mix does not seem to matter.

(End of this chapter)