I've Been AFK for Ten Million Years-Chapter 266: The Primordial Collapse

"Form the array!"

"Form the array!"

...

Twelve Ancestral Witches soared into the sky, forming the powerful Sky Capital God Killing Array, sending ferocious energy rolling towards the heavens.

"Cycle Star Battle Array!"

A cold voice resounded as Di Jun, accompanied by Xi He, arrived from the Sun Star. His own son had been killed, and now Di Jun was thoroughly enraged.

"Rumble..."

The entire Primordial Continent trembled, though it was daylight, one could now see a dense scattering of celestial stars—the Cycle Star Battle Array, a complete and perfected formation, led by the Demon Clan Heavenly Emperor.

"It’s the Cycle Star Battle Array!"

"Kill!"

...

The Twelve Ancestral Witches’ eyes brimmed with boundless killing intent, amidst the shocked expressions of countless beings, the two grand arrays collided directly in the void.

"Rumble!"

Rivers overturned, mountains collapsed, the entirety of Primordial Continent began to shake, and amidst countless horrified screams, the Primordial Continent fractured!

"What a formidable battle!"

Ren Changsheng’s lips twitched slightly, this was, after all, the Primordial Continent, and the battle between the witch and demon clans was violently fierce right from the deployment of their arrays!

The battle split the Primordial Continent open.

Not only that, the spiritual energy of Primordial Continent was rapidly dispersing, the world cracked, as if it was the end of days.

Atop Mount Tai.

"Not good!"

Nüwa stood up sharply, the Primordial Continent had been shattered; if the battle continued, the entire Primordial Continent might be utterly destroyed.

"What a fierce battle, fortunate that our Human Race did not participate!"

Fu Xi took a sharp breath, the battle was terrifying. Too weak, the Human Race wouldn’t even know how it died if it had participated.

At this moment, Fu Xi felt relieved.

The Human Race had already seceded from the Witch Clan and was away from this grand battle. As for the aftermath of the battle, with Nüwa and him around, the Human Race wouldn’t suffer in the slightest.

"Detestable Nüwa!"

At the Three Pure Ones Palace, Daode Tianzun’s eyes filled with rage. The Primordial Continent was shattered, yet the Human Race didn’t suffer any damage.

How could he establish his teachings?

Where should his school be located? Meanwhile, Yuanshi Tianzun and Tong Tian already sensed the opportunities for sanctification.

The School of Humans was established for the Human Race, but the teachings of Intercept and Propagate were not only aimed at the Human Race. As long as great calamities arose in Primordial Continent, both could establish their teachings.

Not only that.

Two revered figures in the West, acting somewhat stealthily, their eyes also brightened, sensing the opportunity for sanctification. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

Unfortunately.

The spirit veins in the West, because of the battle between Hong Jun and the Demon Ancestor, had shattered, leaving the West extremely barren, making it even harder for them to establish their teachings.

"Attack the Heavenly Court!"

"Attack the Heavenly Court!"

...

The demon and witch clans, blinded by rage, a terrifying malice formed a blood cloud over the expanse of the Primordial Continent.

In the West, amidst a sea of blood.

"Tsks tsks!"

An old figure stood out, this elder’s aura was no weaker than a Quasi-Saint, this person was the Netherworld Ancestor.

Behind him.

One could see figures forming, gathering the power of the blood sea, directly refined by the Netherworld Ancestor into Blood Gods.

And in the void.

Within the myriad grievances, countless wronged souls could be seen, drawn by the Netherworld Ancestor, this person utilized the great calamity to refine Blood Gods.

"Rumble!"

The collision came again, the two grand arrays, being the most terrifying arrays in the whole Primordial Continent, each collision shook the Primordial Continent.

Primordial Continent.

At this moment, it is fracturing.

"This ancestor is truly ruthless!"

Ren Changsheng took a deep breath, within the Primordial Continent, this great calamity between the Witch and Demon clans is precisely to dissipate both clans, the ancestor’s calculation is exquisite.

Whether the Witch clan wins or the Demon clan prevails, neither outcome benefits the ancestor. Among the Witch clan, the twelve ancestral witches, who are true inheritors of Pan Gu, could potentially become Saints through their power once they gain the destiny of the entire Primordial Continent.

To become Saints.

By then, it’s feared that no one within the Primordial Continent could rival the Witch clan, and likewise for the Demon clan, Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi both have the potential to ascend to sainthood.

These two, the ancestor would never allow them to become Saints, once they do, they’d simply not heed the words of that ancestor.

"Boom!"

The entire Primordial Continent shook violently, the collision still ongoing, for a whole day’s time, all creatures on the Primordial Continent lived in heart-pounding fear.

The battle is drawing nearer to Buzhou Mountain.

And the Primordial Continent, at this moment has also fractured into nine pieces, these nine landmasses have already separated, on each of these lands, the Demon and Witch clans are still in battle.

"I don’t know when my master will come out to stop this!"

On Mount Tai, Nuwa inhales deeply, after becoming a Saint, she knows more, yet she feels more powerless.

A Saint transcends all.

But only she knows, even though she became a Saint, she has not a bit of freedom to her name, everything, is within that one’s calculations.

"Well fought!"

In the west, the Western Guide’s eyes glitter with excitement, the greater the decline of the Witch and Demon clans, the better it is for them, these two also have a chance to become Saints.

Similarly pleased.

Also include Tong Tian Sect Hierarch and Yuanshi Tianzun, naturally, both also wish the disaster to grow greater, their opportunity to become Saints has already arisen.

The most angered is Daode Tianzun, now that the human race hasn’t partaken in the great calamity, his opportunity to become a Saint has thoroughly dissipated.

He needs to wait.

Wait until another catastrophe emerges for the human race, then his opportunity to become a Saint will appear, then he can establish the human teachings and ascend to sainthood!

"Here it comes!"

Below Buzhou Mountain, Ren Changsheng harnessed the Innate Bagua to conceal his aura, within the void, that starry space and a expanse of blood clouds, had already arrived at Buzhou Mountain.

"Kunpeng, wait to make a move, direct your sneak attack at one of the twelve ancestral witches!"

Within the void, Di Jun controlling the Cycle Star Battle Array, transmitted his voice to Kunpeng. By Di Jun’s side, Xi He and Donghuang Taiyi, bearing the Donghuang Bell, were resisting the Witch Clan’s attack.

"Yes, Emperor!"

Kunpeng’s eyes filled with fierce light, the opportunity has come, as long as one of the twelve ancestral witches falls, the witch clan will surely be defeated.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

...

Seeing the Cycle Star Battle Array heading toward Buzhou Mountain, at this moment, the twelve ancestral witches, had not many thoughts, their eyes filled with endless battle spirit.

"Boom!"

Finally, the great battle converged at Buzhou Mountain.

"Let me take action!"

A cold and proud voice resounded, this time it was the Witch Clan’s Zhu Rong taking action, who leapt up, and directly charged towards Di Jun in the void.

"I’m coming too!"

Gong Gong unwilling to be outdone, this man also soared to the sky.

The two together, charged towards Di Jun.

"Donghuang Bell!"

"Suppress!"

"Dong, dong, dong!"

The ancient bell sounds rang out, on the Donghuang Bell, countless visions of the Primordial Continent transformed, the terrifying power withstanding the two.

"Demon Clan disciples, follow me and kill!"

Just at this moment, an angry voice sounded, subsequently halfway up Buzhou Mountain, Kunpeng Demon Master soared to the sky, directly charging towards Zhu Rong.