The First Demon of the Chan Sect-Chapter 234 - 180 Witch Demon Army Sets Out (1st Update!)

Chapter 234: Chapter 180 Witch Demon Army Sets Out (1st Update!)

"Boom!"

The Black Dragon’s scale armor flashed with the endless Power of Laws. That rich breath coalesced into a massive axe that spanned the sky, carrying an endless sharp aura, crazily cleaving towards the black clouds.

Countless Evil Spirits, like paper, were unable to react in time and were silently swallowed by the unrivalled radiance of the giant axe.

"Boom!" The boundless black clouds violently shook, and pale gray lightning, swift as a rabbit on the run, darted back and forth within the clouds. The terrifying flashes of lightning stretched over endless space, surging directly into the Primordial Land, clawing their way towards the giant axe.

"Boom!"

Only to hear a muffled thunder, the huge Dragon Head was struck by the gray lightning the moment it charged into the clouds. The enormous head turned to ash in an instant, without even a moment’s stay, as black mist frantically gathered, attempting to recongeal the Dragon Head. But that strand of gray lightning, like a maggot attached to bone, eroded the black mist bit by bit.

The size of a millstone, the Black Dragon’s scale armor flickered with Black Light, and the golden Law of the Great Dao began to dissipate. He howled in length, he roared in anger, but to no avail.

Who knows how long passed, when the smoke cleared, and the thunder clouds completely dispersed. Revealing Zhu Jiuyin’s figure, its body, miles long, was charred black. The nearly thousand feet of black mist dragon was nowhere to be seen; a pale gray lightning freely flashed under the sky for a moment, disappearing like lightning.

"Roar!"

Zhu Jiuyin let out a furious roar, and the black mist flashed, transforming into a middle-aged man. He was seen wearing a mysterious black Daoist robe, standing nine feet tall with a Jade Dragon Crown on his head, his features extraordinary. It was the middle-aged man Zhu Jiuyin had seen in the rivers of time and space.

Zhu Jiuyin’s eyes were full of rage; the Mana around his body fluctuated extremely unstably, his words charged with resentment reaching Yun Xiao: "Whoever it is that hinders my ancestor’s path to enlightenment, I will never let you go!"

In the midst of Penglai Island, Li Qingming was deep into his lecturing, his entire being merging with the void, devoid of any signs of life. Visible to the eye, yet intangible, this paradoxical sensation was decidedly conflicting.

The disciples seated below and the myriad creatures of the island might not have felt anything, but Xiong Da, who had been following Li Qingming for many years, noticed something off. However, in his mind, anything that happens to Li Qingming was possible.

Li Qingming glanced at Xiong Da with a smile that was not quite a smile, and with a slight flick of his sleeve. The just-returned gray lightning, like a swallow flying back to its nest, shot into Li Qingming’s third eye.

Xiong Da happened to witness this scene and couldn’t help shivering all over, thinking to himself: "It’s over, someone’s got to be unlucky! Master Xiong mourns for you!"

Time hurriedly passed, over the course of hundreds of years.

Li Qingming’s lecture this time went on for five hundred years. When Li Qingming stopped lecturing, the myriad beings by the Lotus Pond were still immersed in their understanding of Taoism. Li Qingming smiled slightly, saying nothing. He took Wang Shu and returned to the Vitality Hall.

During these five hundred years, the Primordial Land had seen turbulent changes, shifting several times.

The rebellious Water Clan of the Four Seas were slaughtered by the armies of the Heavenly Court, and the Four Sea Dragon Kings took over the South Sea, North Sea, and the West Sea again, yet they gave up the richest Dragon Palace of the East Sea. It wasn’t that Aoguang didn’t want to retake the Dragon Palace, but rather, he didn’t dare.

Now the entire Primordial Heaven and Earth were frenziedly spreading the word that the brother of the Ancestor Dragon had returned to the Primordial Land, intending to bring the Hundred Clans of Honghuang under the rule of the Dragon Clan. The reason the Heavenly Court did not dare to attack the East Sea was because of Zhu Jiuyin.

Once this rumor emerged, the Heavenly Court’s silence was as forbidding as a mountain, neither clarifying nor dispatching troops to attack. This indirectly confirmed the credibility of the news. Thus, the Primordial Land spiraled into chaos once again. Over the centuries, the Primordial Land weathered the storm; some of the Demon Race, refusing to submit to the Heavenly Court, cast their lot with the Zhu Jiuyin of the East Sea, hoping to cling onto Zhu Jiuyin’s power for survival. Little did they know that they were embarking on a one-way journey, losing their souls and courting death.

One day, the sky was overcast, the verdant Cangqiong was devoid of a single cloud, and that suffocating sense of oppression enveloped every Great Demon under Zhu Jiuyin’s command.

In the eastern part of the Primordial Continent, some thirty million miles away from the East Sea, stood a mountain known as Qingqiu Mountain. This mountain stretched tens of thousands of miles, with peaks rising steeply from the ground to tens of thousands of ren high, sheer as walls, insurmountable by flying birds or agile monkeys.

Qingqiu Mountain was the ancestral land of the Nine-tailed Heavenly Fox lineage. The leader of the Fox Clan, Tu Qingshan, dissatisfied with Di Jun’s rule, had been holed up in a corner of Qingqiu Mountain for many years. When Zhu Jiuyin suddenly appeared, Tu Qingshan, along with several Demon Clan leaders he was close to, pledged allegiance to Zhu Jiuyin, hoping for Zhu Jiuyin’s protection. For these past few hundred years, the Nine-tailed Heavenly Fox lineage believed that without the threat of the Heavenly Court, they could indeed live quite comfortably.

There was a peak on Qingqiu Mountain called Qingqiu Peak, where the direct line of the Nine-tailed Heavenly Fox Clan resided. Atop the peak, there was a group of quaint and ancient buildings, among which stood a towering hall called "Qingqiu Hall." Made entirely of marble, coupled with meticulously carved eaves, the hall shone with dazzling golden light in the sunlight.

At this moment, inside Qingqiu Hall, numerous male and female Demon Clan leaders were seated.

Among them, a youth who was five feet tall with a crafty look and rat-like eyes, touched his dirty robe sleeves and said, "Elder Tu, I’ve heard from my subordinates that the Heavenly Court’s army has been mobilized frequently lately!"

Tu Qingshan, a robust old man, was seven feet tall and dressed in a moon-white Daoist robe embroidered with exquisite green mountains. Under his chin, a mountain goat beard, white as jade and fine as silk. After patting the remnants of nuts in his hand, Tu Qingshan answered off-topic, "Lv Wen, Fellow Daoist, your Rat Clan spreads across the Primordial Land. How could you not discern anything from the Heavenly Court’s army movements?"

Lv Wen shook his sleeves and smirked, "Is Elder Tu overestimating me? Ever since my big brother disappeared, I was entrusted with leading our clan in dire times, barely taking control. With my nature, gathering information might be my forte. But analyzing intelligence and grasping the overall situation is exceedingly difficult for me!"

"Ha ha ha, Elder Tu, this guy is clearly a pushover, and yet you still expect him to accomplish great things?" A burly man with bushy eyebrows next to Lv Wen said dismissively as he patted the table.

Lv Wen’s eyes flashed with mockery, but he put on a sycophantic expression and said, "Yes, yes! You see, Brother Huang understands me so well!"

The others at the table burst into hearty laughter.

Yet silently in his heart, Lv Wen sneered, "Laugh all you want, cherish this last bit of time! When you realize that not only is the Heavenly Court’s army closing in but also the Witch Tribe’s army is at the city gates, I wonder if you’ll still be able to laugh! Hmph, when my big brother was in trouble, each of you watched coldly from the sidelines. This time, I will see to it that your entire clans are wiped out!"

...

Midnight, and the stars shone brilliantly. The Celestial Stars radiated their glow unrestrainedly, the night sky as bright as day.

"Big brother, I have followed your orders and completely sealed off the Complete Heaven Star Battle Spirit Transformation Array above the Eastern Sea Domain. When the time comes, as long as each of the 365 Daluo Star Monarchs of our Heavenly Court refines a subsidiary plate of the Cycle Stars Plate, we can freely summon the Cycle Star Power and set up the Celestial Stars Formation!" Taiyi, in his golden Daoist robe, was filled with an intense desire for battle, nearly bursting forth.

"Good, command the army to march immediately!" Di Jun waved his hand, and the Cycle Stars Plate suddenly appeared in his hand, "Inform the Twelve Ancestor Witches, the troops will head to the East Sea!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Countless Demon Race warriors raised their various weapons, swords, spears, and halberds, releasing their endless murderous intent without restraint. Di Jun and Taiyi personally led the team, with Fu Xi, Kunpeng, and Bai Ze at their side, and the remaining seven protectors each leading a group of Golden Immortals in the center. Hundreds of Demon Clan Saints led hundreds of millions of elite demons to form two square formations and guarded the flanks. As they descended from the sky, the Demon Race did not worry about their rear, only dispatching a few scouts to patrol.

At the same time, there was movement from the Witch Tribe at the foot of Mount Buzhou.

Di Jiang, radiating endless Evil Qi, stood in front of the hall, "My sons, previously that old bastard deceived our Witch Tribe, which enraged us to slay him! However, the power of the Four Seas Lords is too immense. If we allow the forces of the Four Seas to exist, it will be a great threat to our tribe! Thus, we have decided to bring our sons to the Eastern Sea Domain and thoroughly exterminate the Four Seas Lords!"

"Fight! Fight! Fight!"

From the twelve tribes, those above the rank of Heavenly Witch shouted wildly, their surging Evil Qi forming clouds that shot straight into the heavens. ƒгeewёbnovel.com

The Demon and Witch armies met at the foot of Mount Buzhou, perhaps because the leaders of both sides had reached an agreement this time. The common folks of both the Witch and Demon Clans looked at each other with hatred but forcibly turned away. This was simply a miracle!

The two armies faced off, and after a brief glance between Di Jiang and Di Jun, they suddenly burst into hearty laughter.

"Di Jun, this alliance is solely for resisting the Four Seas! Once this matter is over, you go your sunny way, and I’ll cross my wooden bridge alone! We shall owe each other nothing!" Di Jiang’s hearty voice spread throughout the Buzhou Mountain Range.

Di Jun sinisterly said, "My Demon Race has never intended to have any interaction with your Witch Tribe. After this is over, my Demon Race will abide by the agreement between our two clans and will not harm the Human Clan within two Primordial Meetings! However, your Witch Tribe remains the blood enemy of my Demon Race. When we meet again, do not blame me for showing no mercy!"

Di Jiang laughed heartily, "Witch sons, heed the order, our target is the East Sea!"

Pointing the Gathering Demon Flag towards the East Sea, Di Jun commanded, "Demon sons, heed the order, head to the East Sea!"

"The army marches!"

"Kill!"

"Fight!"

A chorus of resolute shouts rose, carrying the crazy fighting intent of both Witch and Demon Clans, each cry seemingly tearing at the souls of people! Visible ripples of sound waves, infused with mysterious Tao Runes, undulated in the Void, filled with Evil Qi. Their tremendous momentum threatened All Heavens and Myriads of Worlds! (To be continued. If you like this work, please visit Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendation votes and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please read on m.qidian.com.)