28: Chapter 28 Ceasefire

Ancestral Witch Zhu Jiuyin faced off against Kunpeng, the Law of Time completely suppressing his extreme speed.

Even though Kunpeng possessed the world's number one escape technique, he could not escape Ancestral Witch Zhu Jiuyin's time freezing and time reversal. Every sneak attack was forcibly pulled back, leaving him battered and humiliated, his dignity as a demon Revered Master completely gone.

Xuan Ming and Celestial Empress Xi He's Laws collided, the frigid Evil Qi intertwining with the radiance of the lunar divine light. Every move was lethal, chilling the world and obscuring the sun and moon.

Jushou and Houtu suppressed Fuxi together. No matter how exquisite Fuxi's zither music was, it could not block the violent offensive of the two Ancestral Witches, leaving him barely holding on, constantly in danger.

On the left side of the battlefield.

Xingtian battled Jiuying, the fighting changing the color of the world. Jiuying's nine heads moved in unison, spraying water and fire. Xingtian fought covered in blood; every time he swung his axe and shield, a head was severed, but Jiuying quickly regenerated.

Man and demon fought from the mountainside to the clouds, and from the clouds back to the earth. Their bodies were covered in blood, and it was impossible to tell whose was whose.

Great Witch Houyi drew his bow and nocked an arrow, each shot locking onto the vitals of the demon god Ying Zhao. Kuafu relied on his Physical Body to withstand the attacks, pressing in step by step. The two Great Witches coordinated seamlessly, forcing Ying Zhao to suffer countless injuries while dodging in a sorry state.

Demon God Ji Meng and Shangyang called upon wind and rain, but the Great Witches withstood it with their Physical Bodies.

No matter how ingenious Baize's Formation was, it could not stop the reckless charges. Guiche, Demon God Qin Yuan, and Feidan attempted sneak attacks, but were repeatedly intercepted and killed by Jiufeng, blood raining across the sky.

The Nine Great Demon Gods unleashed their Divine Abilities, yet they could not suppress the Great Witches' desperate, suicidal fighting style, and the battle remained in a deadlock.

On the main battlefield below, billions of the Witch Race fought against trillions of the Yao Race. After a thousand years of slaughter, both sides had lost many clansmen, and the ground was littered with the corpses of the Witch Race.

As for the corpses of the Yao Race, they were all treated as food to recover from injuries.

Over a thousand years, billions of the Witch Race died in battle, and the number of fallen Yao Race was countless. Blood gathered into rivers, flowing down the mountain and staining the vast land below red, even turning the Innate Spiritual Qi into a blood-red color.

Outside the battlefield, there were more and more eyes watching from the shadows.

Countless powerful beings focused their gazes here.

The Saints were no exception.

In the direction of Zixiao Palace, Hongjun sat with his eyes closed, ignoring this catastrophe as if everything were under his control.

The Three Pure Ones looked here through the Heavenly Dao; Taiqing was indifferent, Yuanshi was cold, and Tongtian was eager to join in.

In the West, Jieyin and Zhunti had glowing eyes filled with schemes, waiting only for both sides to suffer heavy losses before coming to harvest Luck and convert living beings.

Only Nuwa looked on with worry in her eyes, watching Fuxi being suppressed by the two Witches, wanting to enter the battlefield to help the Yao Race.

"Brother..."

But every time she rose, she was suppressed by her own authority as a Heavenly Dao Saint.

How could a Heavenly Dao Saint attack the Ancestral Witches who possessed the Karma of Creation and Pangu's Luck?

In the direction of the Netherworld, Hongyun, as the Great Emperor of Fengdu, besides monitoring the battlefield, distracted himself by giving the Witch Race a special privilege, allowing the Witches in the Netherworld to choose whether to enter the Six Paths of Reincarnation or stay.

Originally, the Witch Race had no Primordial Spirit, only true spirits. Upon death, their first choice was to escape into the Sea of True Spirits, not the Netherworld.

But beneath Mount Buzhou, Zhenyuanzi, the Saint of the Earthly Dao, who relied on the power of the six paths of reincarnation disc to shield the secrets of heaven, had been waiting here for a long time.

Whenever a member of the Witch Race died in battle, Zhenyuanzi would use his authority as a Saint of the Earthly Dao to wrap their true spirit and send it to the Netherworld.

Meanwhile, on the main battlefield above.

The most brutal fighting was not between the six Ancestral Witches and Taiyi, nor between Dijiang, Ancestral Witch Ju Mang, and Dijun. Houtu and Jushou knew full well that Fuxi had a Saint for a sister, so they were only restraining him, not trying to kill him.

Instead, the most intense fighting was between Xuan Ming and Celestial Empress Xi He.

As for Ancestral Witch Zhu Jiuyin and Kunpeng, that was not a fight at all; it was a one-sided beating.

If not for Kunpeng's extreme speed, which could only be restricted by Dijiang or Ancestral Witch Zhu Jiuyin, a quasi-Saint without a Spirit Treasure wouldn't even be worth Ancestral Witch Zhu Jiuyin's effort.

The battlefield of Xuan Ming and Celestial Empress Xi He.

Pangu's icy Evil Qi swirled around Xuan Ming, sweeping across the wilderness. Wherever the cold air passed, the Void Realm froze, and the Laws solidified.

Celestial Empress Xi He activated the top-grade Innate Spirit Treasure, the Lunar Divine Blade, its moonlight and frost energy gnawing at the bones.

After thousands of years of slaughter, the two had long since lost themselves in the bloodlust, having no retreat, no reservations, and certainly no mercy.

"Bang—!!"

Xuan Ming struck Celestial Empress Xi He's chest with a palm, the Law of Ice and Rain surging directly into the demon empress's Primordial Spirit, instantly freezing and cracking her spiritual altar.

Celestial Empress Xi He also ferociously counterattacked, driving the Lunar Divine Blade deeply into Xuan Ming's chest, the icy Evil Qi and lunar energy clashing wildly within the Ancestral Witch's body.

"Puff—"

Celestial Empress Xi He spat out a mouthful of vital blood, her Dao body flying backward like a kite with a broken string. The lunar energy instantly dimmed, her aura became unstable, and her Late Stage quasi-Saint cultivation felt as though it could drop at any moment.

"Ugh..."

Xuan Ming also let out a muffled groan, her chest caving in and trembling violently from the force of the lunar power. Her Dao body cracked with countless icy fissures, and she staggered back several steps, her face as pale as paper.

This scene instantly shocked the entire main battlefield!

"Celestial Empress Xi He!?"

Seeing Celestial Empress Xi He severely injured and on the verge of death, Dijun's eyes split open in fury. The offensive of the witch-slaughtering sword in his hand faltered, and his mind was thrown into chaos. He was punched in the chest by Dijiang and sent flying, spitting out true blood as his injuries instantly worsened.

"Big Brother!!"

Taiyi roared, the chaos bell booming as if to shatter, but he was tightly entangled by Zhurong, Ancestral Witch Gong Gong, Leiliang, and three other Ancestral Witches. He was unable to pull away to rescue him, his eyes splitting with anxiety.

On the side of the Witch Race, the Ancestral Witches saw Xuan Ming's severe injuries, their eyes flashing with ferocity, but their hearts also tightened.

Currently, the Tribulation Qi had not fully erupted, so the Witch and Yao Races were still somewhat rational.

Dijiang looked at the severely injured Xuan Ming, then toward the withered-aura Celestial Empress Xi He opposite, realizing that if they continued to fight, both Celestial Empress Xi He and Xuan Ming would inevitably perish.

This was a price neither side could accept.

Dijiang and Dijun exchanged a glance, understanding each other's hearts.

Then, Dijiang glanced at the remaining Ancestral Witches, and Dijun glanced at Fuxi, Taiyi, and Kunpeng.

The battlefield in the highest sky temporarily ceased.

Dijun held Celestial Empress Xi He, while Houtu supported Xuan Ming.

Dijiang took a deep breath, suppressing the violent Battle Intent of the Witch Race warriors, his voice resounding across the Primordial World:

"Celestial Empress Xi He is severely injured, and Xuan Ming is heavily wounded. There is no need for this battle to end in death!"

Dijun held Celestial Empress Xi He tighter, his face pale:

"Let us cease hostilities today. Another day in the Primordial World, we shall decide who lives and who dies."

As the words of the two Clan Chiefs fell, this epoch-making bloodbath that had lasted for a thousand years finally came to an end.

The Witch Race returned to their territory to recuperate, and the Yao Race returned to the Heavenly Court to treat their injuries.

And those high-and-mighty Saints, watching this unexpected conclusion, each harbored their own thoughts.

Zhunti even appeared directly on the Eastern Continent to convert living beings.

Zhunti: "You have a predestined connection with my West!"

"You also have a predestined connection with my West!"

Shi Yan, who was watching the battle from the Coast of the East Sea, looked behind Mount Buzhou, then toward the direction of the Heavenly Court,

"Great Witch Houyi shooting the suns is when the Tribulation Qi will truly erupt."

In the original timeline, ten suns hung in the sky, Great Witch Houyi shot the suns, nine golden crows died miserably, the Yao Race's aura plummeted, then Tribulation Qi entered their bodies, ultimately leading to the tragedy where both sides perished together.

The show was over. After eating a large amount of spiritual fruits, Shi Yan continued his seclusion to Cultivate, striving for an early Breakthrough.