Primordial Era: Reborn as a Qi Immortal, Steadily Cultivating

Chapter 30 The Fall of the Eastern King

"Lord Dongwang! In my presence, how could I possibly grant you the chance to perish together with me?!"

Demon Emperor Di Jun!

He finally took action!

With a wave of his hand, the Hetu Luoshu in his hand flew out instantly, unfolding in the air and transforming into a vast and boundless starry world.

It arrived first despite being late, instantly engulfing the purple sword light that was burning everything!
The Hetu and Luoshu form a world of their own!
No matter how much the Eastern King Duke charged and burned, it could not break through this cage constructed by the power of the stars in the heavens!
In the end, the dazzling purple sword light gradually exhausted all its power in that starry world.

The figure of the Eastern King Duke, already exhausted and barely breathing, reappeared.

"ended."

Di Jun spoke slowly.

"die!"

Donghuang Taiyi seized this last opportunity, his eyes flashing with murderous intent!
The Chaos Bell above his head rang out its final toll!
"clang--!"

The bell rang, and all was silent.

The Eastern King, trapped within the Hetu Luoshu and powerless to resist, suddenly shuddered.

Immediately, along with his primordial spirit, his true soul, and everything about him, all shattered inch by inch under the bell's sound, which was powerful enough to suppress the primordial chaos, turning into countless points of light that completely dissipated into the world.

A powerful and ruthless figure, the foremost male immortal.

King of the East.

Both body and soul are destroyed!

As he fell, the dragon-headed cane he had stuck in the void let out a mournful cry, its light dimmed, and it fell from the sky.

Meanwhile, those celestial cultivators who are still struggling to hold on...

The last glimmer of hope in their eyes was completely extinguished.

The battle in the East China Sea has now come to an end.

With the complete annihilation of the Eastern King Duke, the ruler of the Celestial Court.

That epic battle that swept across the entire East China Sea, causing countless lives to perish.

Finally, the curtain slowly fell.

After a brief silence.

A thunderous cheer erupted from the battle formation of the demon race's heavenly court.

Countless demon soldiers raised their weapons high, roaring excitedly and expressing their joy of victory.

Emperor Di Jun, the Demon Emperor, hangs high in the nine heavens.

Looking down at the devastated battlefield below.

Feeling the vast fortune that originally belonged to the Purple Mansion Celestial Court flowing into the golden dragon of fortune of his own demon race's Heavenly Court like hundreds of rivers flowing into the sea.

"hold head high--!"

That golden dragon of fortune coiled above the thirty-third heaven.

After absorbing this enormous fortune, its size increased dramatically once again!

Its dragon body was so enormous that it almost completely covered the entire sky!

The dragon scales shone ever brighter, and the dragon's might grew ever more vast!
The fortune of the entire demon race has reached an unprecedented peak at this moment!
The true supreme ruler of the primordial world!

From then on, in this vast and primordial world...

Aside from the Wu tribe, who do not cultivate their primordial spirit but only worship Pangu.

No other race or power dares to challenge the supreme authority of the Demon Clan's Heavenly Court!
"Preach my will!"

Di Jun's voice echoed throughout the entire East Sea.
"Clean up the battlefield, seize the spoils of war, and leave no remnants of the Celestial Court alive!"

"According to the order!"

Countless demon gods received their orders and set off to begin the final cleanup of this ravaged battlefield.

Di Jun's gaze fell on the dragon-headed cane that had fallen from the sky and whose light had dimmed.

This item was personally bestowed by the Dao Ancestor Hongjun.

It symbolizes the authority of the head of male immortals and is also a rare treasure of acquired merit.

He reached out and tried to put the item into his pocket.

However, just as his magic was about to touch the dragon-headed cane, a sudden change occurred!

Suddenly, the dragon-headed cane trembled and vanished from its original spot!

It was as if an invisible hand had silently taken away this treasure right before everyone's eyes.

The whole process was incredibly fast!

Even someone as powerful as Di Jun couldn't detect the slightest fluctuation! "It's... Dao Ancestor!"

Di Jun's heart skipped a beat, and he instantly understood.

To possess such extraordinary abilities, they could steal the treasure right under his nose without him even noticing.

Throughout the entire prehistoric world, apart from that Dao Ancestor Hongjun, there was no other like him!
He immediately withdrew his magic.

Heading towards the Zixiao Palace in the Outer Heavens.

He bowed respectfully.

He knew that this was the Dao Ancestor showing him his attitude.

The Eastern King Duke was the head of the male immortals, appointed by him personally.

Now, he is dead and gone.

This dragon-headed cane, which symbolizes authority, should naturally be taken back by the Taoist Ancestor.

The fact that the Dao Ancestor did not stop him from destroying the Immortal Court was already the greatest tacit approval.

As for that top-grade innate spiritual treasure, the Pure Yang Sword.

When the Eastern King Duke self-destructed his origin, it shattered along with him, turning into countless points of light that disappeared without a trace.

A great battle that shook the heavens and the earth came to an end.

The demon army returned laden with spoils.

Those powerful beings from all sides of the primordial world who had been hiding in the shadows, observing the battle with their divine senses, all withdrew their gazes after seeing that the outcome was already decided.

Their hearts were filled with shock and fear.

The terrifying strength and ruthless methods displayed by the Demon Clan Heavenly Court in this battle made everyone deeply aware of the situation.

An unprecedented behemoth has fully risen.

……

After the demon army withdrew, the bloody aura that permeated the East China Sea was gradually dispersed by the sea breeze.

Everything seemed to have returned to calm.

A figure that seemed ordinary, yet appeared as if it were one with the entire world, appeared without warning on this shattered battlefield.

The visitor was dressed in a simple Tai Chi robe, holding a flat cane, with an ancient and unassuming face, showing neither sorrow nor joy.

It was none other than the head of the Three Pure Ones, the Taoist Taiqing.

His eyes calmly swept across the sea below.

Ultimately, it remained in the void where the Eastern King Duke had fallen.

After a long while, he finally let out a barely perceptible sigh.

"He was personally bestowed the title by the Dao Ancestor and was once blessed with great fortune; how glorious he was! In the end, however, he was nothing more than a dead body and a vanished Dao, his true spirit extinguished..."

"The ways of Heaven are unpredictable, and the wrath of Heaven is difficult to defy."

Master Taiqing shook his head.

It seemed to be lamenting the fate of the Eastern King Duke, or perhaps it was lamenting the fate of all living beings in this primordial world.

Under the saints, all are ants.

Even if one enjoys immense glory for a time, under the crushing force of the times, it is ultimately nothing more than a mirage.

He slowly extended his hand.

With a gentle scoop.

When he withdrew it, there was an extremely faint wisp of purple remnant soul in his palm.

On that remnant soul, there remained a trace of incomparably pure innate yang energy.

It was the last trace of true spirit that Dong Wanggong had managed to retain in the world after his body and soul had been destroyed.

The Taoist Taiqing looked at the wisp of remnant soul in his palm.

His face, as calm as still water, showed little expression.

He simply waved his sleeve, taking the wisp of remnant soul into his sleeve.

"So be it. After all, it was just a wisp of innate pure yang energy. It would be a pity if it were to dissipate like this."

He muttered to himself, his voice ethereal, as if he had never been there.

Before he finished speaking, his figure had already vanished into the world.

It left no trace, as if it had never existed.

(End of this chapter)