blogombal Chapter 584 The Lich Cataclysm Ends
Chapter 584 The Lich Cataclysm Ends
At the critical moment, Dijiang roared and his figure blurred, managing to escape from under the Chaos Bell.
As the power of space fluctuated, Dijiang appeared tens of thousands of miles away, a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, his face pale. Clearly, this escape had come at a considerable cost to him.
"What a powerful spatial ability!"
Donghuang Taiyi gritted his teeth, and the Chaos Bell hummed again, its waves rippling and sweeping across all directions.
The other Ancestral Witches also joined the fray, engaging in a fierce battle with Di Jun, Tai Yi, and the demon army.
The battlefield at Buzhou Mountain instantly turned into a carnage.
The battle cries shook the heavens, magical weapons clashed, and supernatural powers clashed, resulting in the fall of countless lives and the staining of the earth with blood.
This immense calamity acted as a catalyst, driving the Lich and Demon races to a bloodthirsty frenzy, a fight to the death.
This great war lasted for hundreds of years, during which the sun and moon lost their light, and the world lost its color.
The Lich and Demon races were blinded by rage and had long forgotten the original cause, leaving only endless slaughter and hatred.
Di Jun, worthy of being the Demon Emperor of the Demon Clan and a peak Quasi-Saint, possessed the supreme innate spiritual treasure, the Hetu Luoshu. Despite being severely injured, he fought with increasing ferocity. The Hetu Luoshu in his hand shone brightly, and he forcefully killed the Space Ancestral Witch Di Jiang and the Xizi Ancestral Witch, two of the Twelve Ancestral Witches!
"Hahaha, the Witch Clan, nothing but a bunch of chickens and dogs!" Di Jun laughed wildly, his eyes full of smugness.
However, before he could finish speaking, the four ancestral witches, Ru Shou, Ju Mang, Gong Gong, and Zhu Rong, roared and charged forward, their eyes burning with boundless rage.
"Di Jun, you deserve to die!" Ru Shou roared, brandishing his golden halberd, which was filled with unparalleled Geng metal energy, and slashed fiercely at Di Jun.
Jumang's vine whip danced like a raging dragon, carrying boundless vitality yet containing terrifying killing intent.
Gonggong controlled the towering waves, roaring as they surged towards Dijun. Zhurong's body erupted in flames, transforming into a sea of fire, threatening to incinerate Dijun.
Di Jun's expression changed drastically. He was already seriously injured, so how could he withstand the combined attack of the four Ancestral Witches?
"Boom!" The attacks of the four Ancestral Witches landed on Di Jun at the same time. He let out a scream as his body was almost torn to pieces.
However, just as he was about to perish, a glint of madness flashed in his eyes, and his body suddenly swelled up, bursting out with an incomparably dazzling light.
"Since I can't live, you won't have an easy time either!"
"Oh no, he's going to self-destruct!"
Zhu Rong cried out in alarm. However, it was too late.
With a deafening roar, Di Jun self-destructed. Terrifying energy swept in all directions, engulfing the four ancestral witches: Ru Shou, Ju Mang, Gong Gong, and Zhu Rong.
After the explosion, the world was silent, with only the overwhelming smell of blood and the pervasive aura of cataclysm telling the story of the tragedy that had just occurred.
The power of Di Jun's self-destruction was earth-shattering, and the enormous commotion seemed to be heard throughout the prehistoric world.
At the epicenter of the explosion, smoke and dust filled the air, obscuring the sky and making it impossible to see anything.
The six Ancestral Witches who were fighting against Donghuang Taiyi—Tianwu, Shebishi, Xuanming, Houtu, Zhujiuyin, and Qiangliang—were also affected by this terrifying energy wave, each suffering serious injuries and their auras becoming disordered.
"Big Brother!" Donghuang Taiyi's sorrowful roar resounded through the heavens and earth. His hair was disheveled, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked like a madman.
Seeing his brother perish, he was filled with grief and indignation, and all reason vanished from his heart.
He frantically burned his life essence and poured all his magical power into the Chaos Bell.
The Chaos Bell emitted a deafening hum, and countless mysterious runes appeared on its surface, exuding an aura of world-destroying power.
"Die, all of you!"
Donghuang Taiyi, seemingly insane, slammed down the Chaos Bell, aiming directly at the six severely injured Ancestral Witches.
"Not good!" Tianwu's expression changed drastically. He endured the excruciating pain and tried to dodge, but it was too late.
The waves of the Chaos Bell swept in like a tsunami, instantly engulfing the three Ancestral Witches: Tianwu, Shebishi, and Qiangliang.
After three piercing screams, all was quiet. When the dust settled, only three pools of bloody, mangled remains remained; the ancestral witch was nowhere to be seen.
Houtu, Xuanming, and Zhujiuyin narrowly escaped death, but they were all seriously injured and unable to fight again.
Seeing their companion's tragic state, they were heartbroken but helpless.
Donghuang Taiyi was already at his limit. The aftereffects of burning his essence blood were causing him great pain, but his eyes burned with a mad flame as he stared intently at the remaining three Ancestral Witches.
"You will all be buried with my elder brother!" Donghuang Taiyi said in a hoarse voice, raising the Chaos Bell once more.
Xuanming and Zhujiuyin exchanged a glance, a resolute look flashing in their eyes.
They knew they were doomed to die today, so rather than prolong their lives, they decided to perish together with the enemy!
"Houtu, run!" Xuanming shouted, his figure flashing as he blocked Houtu's path.
Zhu Jiuyin followed closely behind, and the two of them, one in front and one behind, held Donghuang Taiyi tightly.
"What are you doing? Let me go!" Donghuang Taiyi struggled desperately, but could not break free from their grasp.
"Let's die together!" Xuanming and Zhujiuyin roared simultaneously, burning their last essence and spirit to detonate themselves.
"Boom!" Another earth-shattering explosion rang out as the self-destruction of the three quasi-saints was even more powerful than that of Di Jun.
The terrifying energy swept in all directions, leveling the entire Buzhou Mountain.
After the explosion, the world was deathly silent, with only the lingering smell of blood and the suffocating aura of calamity telling the story of the tragedy that had just occurred.
Houtu is the only survivor among the twelve ancestral witches.
She stood there blankly amidst the ruins, staring at everything before her, her heart filled with unbearable grief.
At this moment, the calamity energy between heaven and earth seemed to have cleared up considerably, and Houtu also awoke from her previous bloodthirsty emotions.
She didn't understand. What was the purpose of this war? Why did it have to come at such a heavy price?
After this battle, their witch clan was almost wiped out. Only she remained as the Ancestral Witch, and there were no Great Witches left!
The demon race wasn't much better off; there were corpses of dead demons everywhere.
"Is it over... is it all over?"
Houtu muttered to herself, her voice hoarse, as if it were being squeezed out from the depths of her throat.
She staggered forward, each step feeling like walking on a knife's edge, the excruciating pain a constant reminder of the brutality of this war.
She saw Tianwu's mangled body; the once majestic Ancestral Witch of Wind was now nothing but a pile of bloody, mangled remains.
She saw Shebishi's corpse again; his body, once as hard as iron, was now broken into pieces.
Some didn't even leave behind a mangled corpse.
The calamity energy in the world dissipated by most, but it never completely disappeared.
Houtu dragged her heavy steps, walking step by step through this mountain of corpses and sea of blood.
The air was thick with the stench of blood, stimulating her senses.
She walked numbly, seemingly oblivious to the pain in her body and the sorrow in her heart.
Suddenly, she stopped.
A strange feeling welled up inside me, like a glimmer of light in the darkness, or a ray of clarity in the chaos.
The great calamity... is it not over yet?
The thought flashed through her mind like lightning, instantly clearing her previously confused thoughts.
She looked around blankly, her gaze sweeping over the mangled corpses, over the almost completely leveled Buzhou Mountain, and over the calamity still permeating the heavens and earth.
She didn't understand why she felt this way.
The witch and demon races were both severely damaged. Only the Ancestral Witch remained, and the demon race also suffered heavy losses. Has this great calamity, which has lasted for countless years, not ended yet?
She sat cross-legged, closed her eyes, and tried to grasp that glimmer of inspiration.
Meanwhile, deep within the chaos, in the Purple Cloud Palace.
Hongjun Laozu slowly opened his eyes.
His gaze was deep and far-reaching, as if piercing through endless time and space, and seeing the tragic scene on the primordial land.
"Houtu..."
He muttered to himself, a complex look flashing in his eyes.
Under the laws of Heaven, all living beings are merely pawns.
Even he could not escape it.
He sighed and closed his eyes again.
At the foot of Mount Buzhou, Houtu sat cross-legged, surrounded by a rich power of the laws of earth.
The earth seemed to sense her presence and began to tremble slightly. Countless earthen-yellow rays of light surged from the ground and converged on her.
Her body gradually became transparent, as if she were about to merge with the earth.
At this moment, Houtu finally understood!
"I will transform myself into the cycle of reincarnation, establish the six realms, and level the eons!"
Houtu stood up and made a grand vow that resounded throughout the entire primordial world.
As she made her vow, the calamity energy between heaven and earth began to fluctuate violently, as if drawn by some powerful force, and began to surge wildly towards Houtu.
Houtu's body began to tremble violently, and her face turned deathly pale, as if she were enduring immense pain.
But she kept her eyes tightly closed, constantly chanting ancient and mysterious incantations.
As the incantation was chanted, Houtu's body gradually merged into the earth.
Her legs, her waist, her chest, her head, gradually disappeared from everyone's sight.
In the end, only her voice remained, still echoing between heaven and earth.
Chu Yang, who was far away on Yingzhou Island in the East China Sea, also heard the sound and was awakened from his cultivation.
After quickly performing some divination, he learned that the war between the Lich King and the Demon King had ended, and that the Ancestral Witch Houtu had transformed into the Six Paths of Reincarnation, giving the dead souls of the world a place to rest.
At the foot of Mount Buzhou, the land was ravaged.
As Houtu's last words still echoed between heaven and earth, an aged yet majestic voice suddenly rang out: "Good!"
The figure of Hongjun appeared out of thin air. He had white hair and a youthful face, wore a purple Taoist robe, and was surrounded by chaotic energy.
With a gentle wave of his hand, a soft power enveloped the homeless souls wandering between heaven and earth, guiding them slowly toward the enormous vortex of the Six Paths of Reincarnation.
Immediately afterwards, the figures of the six sages also appeared.
Lao Tzu rode a green ox with a calm expression; Yuanshi Tianzun had a solemn face and held the Pangu Banner; Tongtian Jiaozhu looked at the slowly rotating Six Paths of Reincarnation with a trace of pity.
The two Western Saints, Jieyin and Zhunti, also arrived riding on auspicious clouds, their faces bearing a complex and indescribable expression.
Nuwa looked sorrowful, her eyes slightly red.
"Junior Sister Houtu, we admire you!"
"Yuanshi Tianzun said in a deep voice, his tone carrying a hint of respect."
The other sages also nodded in agreement.
Houtu's actions were of immeasurable merit, even surpassing the virtues of these sages.
The Heavenly Dao seemed to sense Houtu's great sacrifice, and bestowed boundless golden light of merit, dyeing the entire primordial world golden.
The magnitude of this merit is even greater than that of Nuwa creating humans.
At the center of the six realms of reincarnation, Houtu's figure quietly appeared.
She still possessed that dignified and noble air, befitting an empress, though her face was slightly pale, as if she had just experienced a long slumber.
She looked calmly at Hongjun and the other sages, her eyes showing no sadness, only a sense of relief and liberation.
"From now on, there will be no more Houtu, only Empress Pingxin!"
She spoke softly, her voice clear and ethereal, as if it came from beyond the heavens.
At this moment, the light of the Six Paths of Reincarnation shone even brighter, like a rising sun illuminating the entire primordial world.
The boundless merit condensed in the air into two treasures: a Book of Life and Death and a Judge's Pen, which fell into the hands of Lady Pingxin.
Countless beings, whether they were the remaining members of the witch and demon races or other primordial creatures, bowed in the direction of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, shouting, "Empress Pingxin!" Their voices shook the heavens and the earth, resounding throughout the universe.
Even the six sages bowed slightly and said in unison, "Your Majesty Pingxin!"
On Yingzhou Island, Chu Yang gazed towards Buzhou Mountain, feeling the vast power of merit, and was filled with emotion.
In the end, it came to this point. At this moment, the Lich and Demon races have become a thing of the past.
The smoke of the Lich War dissipated, and the primordial world returned to a rare period of peace.
The scars from the fracture of Buzhou Mountain are still conspicuous, but compared to the previous scenes of frequent cataclysmic upheavals, the current tranquility seems all the more precious.
Chu Yang remained on Yingzhou Island, focusing on cultivating the Chaos Body Refining Technique, ignoring all the disturbances from the outside world.
Time flies like water, and eight hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye.
On this day, the sky above Yingzhou Island was filled with changing clouds, and spiritual energy surged towards Chu Yang's secluded cave like a tide.
Chu Yang sat cross-legged, surrounded by abundant spiritual energy from heaven and earth, with a faint golden light flowing across his skin.
Suddenly, Chu Yang opened his eyes wide, and two beams of light shot out, leaving two deep holes in the stone wall of the cave.
"It's done!" Chu Yang shouted, clenching his fists and feeling the surging power within him, a smile appearing on his lips.
After nearly a thousand years of arduous cultivation, he finally mastered the first level of the Chaotic Divine Body!
Now, his physical strength is comparable to that of a great witch. With all the ancestral witches now fallen, this physical body is definitely top-notch in the prehistoric world!
Although his cultivation level is still Taiyi Golden Immortal, in terms of true combat power, he is no less than an ordinary Daluo Golden Immortal!
"Finally... in this perilous wilderness, we have a foothold!"
Chu Yang let out a long sigh, his heart filled with countless emotions.
That battle with Jiuying was arguably the most dangerous one Chu Yang had ever faced, but fortunately, he emerged victorious.
"Next, it's time to test the power of this Chaos Divine Body!" A glint of excitement flashed in Chu Yang's eyes.
He flashed and arrived in the air above a sea area outside Yingzhou Island.
He took a deep breath and suddenly punched out with both fists. Two golden fist shadows shot out and slammed hard into the sea.
"boom!"
With a deafening roar, a massive column of water exploded from the sea, shooting straight into the sky. The seawater within a radius of hundreds of miles surged violently, forming towering waves—a truly terrifying sight.
"Indeed, without relying on magic, its power is more than ten times stronger than before!"
"If I were to encounter Jiuying, a demon saint at the late stage of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm, again, I wouldn't need to use any formations to assist me; I could kill him without any problem!"
Chu Yang nodded in satisfaction. (End of Chapter)