The First Demon of the Chan Sect-Chapter 301 - 247: Primordial as the Chessboard, All Beings as the Chess Pieces

Chapter 301: Chapter 247: Primordial as the Chessboard, All Beings as the Chess Pieces

"Come to Zixiao Palace at once!"

In the Chaos Outer Heaven, just as Li Qingming and the All Saints were about to return to the Primordial Heaven and Earth, they were summoned by the Taoist Ancestor Hong Jun to the Zixiao Palace.

Outside the quaint Zixiao Palace, a young girl whom none of the Saints had ever seen before was already waiting at the entrance.

The girl appeared to be about eleven or twelve years old, dressed in a light pink Daoist robe, with her hair tied up into two adorable buns. She had a beautiful face adorned with charming dimples.

Upon seeing the Saints, the young girl bowed deeply and said, "Yaoji greets all the Saints. The old master has been waiting inside the palace for a long time! Please follow me, respected Saints."

"Hmm!" The Saints gave a slight nod of agreement as if it were only natural and were about to enter the palace when suddenly, three streams of golden light shot from the nearby Chaotic Void. It was none other than Jieyin, Zhunti, who had been driven away by Li Qingming earlier, and Nuwa, who returned to the palace with a heavy heart.

Jieyin and Zhunti entered the Zixiao Palace without glancing at the Saints, their expressions cold.

Nuwa’s face was frosty, and her eyebrows were tightly furrowed.

The Saints exchanged glances, unsurprised, shook their heads and followed Yaoji into the Zixiao Palace.

Inside, the Zixiao Palace was as simple as it had been thousands of years ago, with Hong Jun sitting relaxedly on a futon. A large rune character "Dao" was firmly engraved on the wall behind him, filled with the ancient charm of the Dao.

The Saints, seeing this, bowed in unison and cried out, "Greetings to the Master, the Old Master, the Ancestor Master..."

Hong Jun slightly lifted his robe sleeves and said, "You all may dispense with the formalities!"

"This Witch Demon War has already begun; you should quietly observe the changes here in Zixiao Palace. After a hundred years, you may leave the palace!" Hong Jun said decisively, his voice brooking no argument.

Upon hearing this, The Three Pure Ones, the Western Two Saints, Netherworld River, and Li Qingming were expressionless. However, Nuwa and Houtu showed signs of anxiety.

Nuwa’s face flushed, tears glittered in her beautiful eyes as she kowtowed to Hong Jun, "Master, could it be that this Calamity really cannot be avoided?"

Hong Jun glanced indifferently at Nuwa and said, "This Calamity has been provoked by the Witch and Demon Clans themselves! Over these twelve Primordial Meetings, countless conflicts have arisen between the Witch and Demon Clans. The cries of grievance from the Primordial All Living Beings fill the skies, not to mention the recent massacre of the Human Clan by the Demon Race, causing a drastic fall in their Qi Fortune. If they continue to control the Primordial Heavenly Realm, wouldn’t the resentment reach the skies and the demons run amok?"

Nuwa burst into tears upon hearing this.

Houtu stepped forward and kowtowed, saying, "Old Master, the extermination of the Demon Race is their own fault. Our Witch Clan, descendants of the Pangu God, have also helped the Human Clan many times, how could we also be struck by this Calamity?"

Hong Jun opened his eyes and looked at Houtu for a long while, then sighed deeply, "Ah! If the Human Clan is to flourish, the Witch and Demon Clans will inevitably be pushed out to campaign in the Primordial Heaven and Earth. This is the decree of Heaven, the decree of Heaven!"

With these words, Hong Jun slightly flicked his sleeves, engulfing Li Qingming within them, and his figure also slowly merged into the void and disappeared.

In a deep part of the Chaos, a mysterious world emerged. Here, mountains were lush and waters clear, small animals frolicked joyfully. Li Qingming, somewhat bewildered, touched his smooth chin and shouted upwards, "Ancestor Master! Taoist Ancestor! Hong Jun the Old Tao..."

In the echoing empty valley, Li Qingming’s shouts reverberated for a while, with no response whatsoever.

Finding a flat area, Li Qingming sat down abruptly, pulled out a roast chicken from his storage space, and began chewing voraciously, muttering continuously, "Damn Hong Jun the Old Tao, bringing me here for no reason, setting up these nonsensical affairs..."

"You bear cub, speaking ill of others behind their backs might invite divine punishment!" While saying this, suddenly Hong Jun’s calm voice arose from behind.

"Old fellow, what exactly are you trying to do!" Li Qingming threw away the roast chicken and stood up swiftly, glaring at Hong Jun fiercely, not feeling the slightest bit disrespectful for speaking to his elder in such a manner.

Hong Jun paid him no attention, instead, he took out a small square table, a set of Go, and two futons.

"I heard that this game of Go was created by you! Heaven and Earth as the board, all beings as the pieces, truly great wisdom disguised as folly!" Hong Jun pointed to the futon across and said, "How about a game?"

Li Qingming frowned, not understanding what Hong Jun was up to. With the Witch and Demon Clans fiercely battling at Mount Buzhou below, wasn’t he afraid they would cause some enormous disaster? Like in later ages, toppling a Heavenly Pillar, poking a big hole in the sky?

Seeing Li Qingming’s furrowed brows and his unresponsive state, Hong Jun chuckled and said, "Bear cub, do you think your little tricks are unknown to me? Stop thinking about those Witch and Demon Clans. It’s fate, what can be done about it?"

Li Qingming sat heavily on the futon, pointing with a white piece in his hand meaningfully, "Old fellow, aren’t you afraid those Witch and Demons will really poke a big hole in the sky?"

Hong Jun frowned, gently placed a black piece on the board and said, "It’s not the first time it’s collapsed, why are you worrying unnecessarily!"

"Huh?" Li Qingming’s hair stood on end, astonished, he said, "What did you say?"

Hong Jun toyed with the chess pieces and said, "Bear cub, you are one of the escaped. Now so shocked, have you lost that cleverness of yours?"

Li Qingming could no longer sit still, always believing his Dao cultivation to be comparable to that of Hong Jun. Although Hong Jun merged with the Heavenly Dao, Li Qingming had obtained the secret of "One of the Escaped," which Hong Jun shouldn’t have known.

"Old fellow, when did you find out?" Li Qingming’s face turned slightly pale, but he still asked.

"From the moment you obtained the Qiankun Three Treasures and fused them into one, obtaining the Hongmeng Purple Qi representing ’One of the Escaped,’ I knew!" Hong Jun looked at Li Qingming with interest and said, "Don’t stop, make your move, hurry up!"

Li Qingming was horrified and stared at Hong Jun, saying, "From my death and traversal to obtaining the Qiankun Three Treasures, and then ’One of the Escaped’... What role exactly have you been playing in all this? Oh, what a grand Primordial chess game! All living beings as chess pieces, and you, Hong Jun, so eager to be the unseen player behind it all?"

Hong Jun suddenly became grave and serious, saying, "Qingmingzi, I’ve told you before. Your arrival was completely accidental, without any plan or ulterior motive! And afterwards... don’t you also want to be the one playing the game?"

Li Qingming was stunned and thought about it. Who wouldn’t want to step out of the chess game and be the player?

Sitting despondently on the cushion, Li Qingming said, "So now you’ve brought me here to tell me you want to be the player and don’t want the chess pieces to escape your control?"

Hong Jun smiled faintly and said, "Qingmingzi, this Hongmeng Heaven and Earth is vast, and the Primordial World is just a speck in it. One day, you’ll want to step out of this cage and see the world outside!"

Li Qingming shook his head in despair and said, "I don’t want to hear these grand principles from you. I just want to know how you will treat the Witch and Demon Clans!"

Hong Jun chuckled softly but did not speak. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

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In the Lower Realm of Primordial, on the Witch Demon Battlefield at Mount Buzhou.

The Witch Tribe waved the Soul-Gathering Banner while the Demon Race controlled the Witch Slaying Treasure, clashing in a frenzied battle where blood flowed like rivers and the war cries shook the heavens.

"Damn it, brothers, set up the Twelve Dutian Godly Evil Formation!"

Di Jiang, pushing back Taiyi who held the Witch Slaughter Blade, shouted loudly.

At this moment, though the Witch Tribe had the true bodies of the Ancestor Witches and the Soul-gathering Banner, the Witch Slaughter Blade and Sword wielded by Di Jun and Taiyi were not to be underestimated. With each swing, blood was sure to flow. Under these circumstances, the Witch Tribe was clearly at a disadvantage.

Di Jiang realized that despite the Witch Tribe’s primary cultivation of physical bodies and laws rendering them extraordinarily powerful in combat, capable of taking on many cultivators of the same rank, the Demon Race also possessed supreme treasures. The only solution now was to rely on the Twelve Dutian Godly Evil Formation to overcome the oppressive power of the Demon Race’s Witch Slaying Treasures.

So, without any hesitation, Di Jiang immediately decided to initiate the "Twelve Dutian Godly Evil Formation," hoping to use the condensed phantom of Pangu from their Ancestor Witch bodies to eliminate Di Jun and others in one fell swoop, and crush the Heavenly Court’s army as well!

"Alright, brothers, form up!"

Gonggong and the other Ancestor Witches, already wounded and furious from the battle, heard Di Jiang’s direct command and simultaneously unleashed several powerful attacks, forcing back Di Jun, Taiyi, and other mighty beings of the Demon Race.

Then, the Ancestor Witches quickly gathered together and with a light wave of their hands, twelve dark Dutian Godly Evil Banners scattered into the void, fluttering loudly.

On the surface of each banner, the phantom of a Demon God roamed and roared incessantly, vivid and terrifying! These phantoms seemed to come from the ancient Primordial Era, their Demon God aura piercing through time and space barriers, reflecting upon these twelve Demon Gods. Twelve clusters of black evil Qi, arranged in the Cycle formation, firmly enveloped the twelve Ancestor Witches.

The Demon Race, seeing these twelve Demon Gods, was instantly terrified, a chilling fear rising spontaneously in their hearts as if witnessing mountains of corpses and seas of blood, with everything in front of them turning blood-red.

The twelve Ancestor Witches rapidly chanted an incredibly arcane incantation, and immediately, each of their bodies emitted a mysterious Qi. The twelve auras reflected each other.

At this time, the sky thundered, and in a trance, the entire Heaven and Earth seemed to change, with boundless killing intent pervading. In the infinite space, earth, water, fire, and wind exploded instantly, with Primordial chaos replaying.

"Witch! Witch! Witch!"

The myriad members of the Witch Tribe, as if bewitched, continued their actions unrestrained, but the overwhelming sound of war chants slowly spread. Eventually, the sky was filled with the furious calls of the Witch Tribe.

Each Witch Crowd, each Great Witch, each Ancestor Witch felt their blood flow accelerating dramatically, the buzzing of the agitated blood echoing through the Nine Heavens!

"Zha!"

Amidst a booming shout, a mighty power directly traversed the sky, emanating from the Twelve Dutian Godly Evil Formation.

All twelve Ancestor Witches, already having transformed into their True Witch Bodies, looked at each other, their eyes blazing with blood radiance, and roared, "Twelve Demon Gods take positions, Twelve Dutian Godly Evil Formation, arise!"

"Boom!"

Twelve great banners enveloped Di Jiang and the others. After a while, the ground cracked, and a giant who reached the sky appeared in the formation, identified as Pangu! (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets at Qidian (qidian.com). Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian.com to read.)