Primordial: I, Dijun, Only Want to Build the Great Desolation-Chapter 446 - 305 Hou Tu’s Response_2

After a long while, Emperor Jun had completely taken control over the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation, and the East King had completely lost control over it.

This is the oppression of life levels.

With a thought from Emperor Jun, the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation began to slowly rotate, even actively absorbing various starlights from the Primordial World.

Then, the lives within the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation were attacked by the starlight.

Inside the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation, regardless of the level of cultivation, no one could avoid the starlight’s attack, not even the East King.

Now, Emperor Jun’s incarnation had removed his hand from the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation, quietly watching the people inside suffering from the attacks.

After a long while, all the beings within the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation had been severely injured.

Regardless of their level of cultivation, from the Quasi-Saint Realm, Daluo Golden Immortal Realm, to mere mortals, all had suffered severe injuries.

However, not a single person died, it was just heavy damages.

The Immortal Court was heavily damaged, yet not a single person was harmed, so the karma and sins could not find their way to Emperor Jun.

With a thought from Emperor Jun, the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation stopped operating, and the remnants of starlight dissipated within the Immortal Court.

At this moment, the East King first checked his own injuries.

The severe injuries would need a lot of time, perhaps, to heal.

At the same time, the East King also noticed the other lives within the Immortal Court, all of whom were also heavily injured.

Every life involved in the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation had been severely injured, without exception.

And those who were able to participate in the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation were the essence of the Immortal Court, now all severely injured.

Although no one died, the strength of the Immortal Court had significantly dropped.

All having suffered heavy damages, it would take a long time to recover.

"East King, if there is a next time, it will not be merely a lesson anymore."

Emperor Jun’s incarnation directly stated.

Even though the East King was severely injured, he could not rest at this moment because many matters here required the ruler of the Immortal Court to be present.

"Yes, Emperor Jun, I will never do this again."

The East King responded.

This time, the East King learned his lesson, knowing he should not casually slaughter the lives of the Human Clan again.

Emperor Jun’s incarnation, expressionless, looked at the East King and said, "Hand it over."

Hearing Emperor Jun’s words, the East King was visibly stunned but quickly reacted.

A bitter smile appeared on his face, and then he gestured towards Penglai Immortal Island.

A blood-red longsword flew out from Penglai Immortal Island.

The Slaughter Witch Sword!

Those present could see the Heavenly Dao Text engraved on the sword, confirming it as the Slaughter Witch Sword.

They also felt the dense resentment and soul aura emanating from the sword.

The Slaughter Witch Sword did not end up in the East King’s hands but directly landed in the hands of Emperor Jun.

The East King, looking at the Slaughter Witch Sword in Emperor Jun’s hands, was lost in thought, repeatedly pondering.

To forge this Slaughter Witch Sword, the Immortal Court had offended the Human Clan and received such a lesson.

The most powerful beings in the entire Immortal Court had all suffered severe injuries, and the strength of the Immortal Court was unprecedentedly weakened.

Under such circumstances, the Immortal Court might even become a fat prize in the Primordial World.

Not only did Emperor Jun want to annihilate the Immortal Court, but other forces in the Primordial Continent probably also wanted a share.

Emperor Jun didn’t want to know or care about what the East King was thinking.

He looked at the Slaughter Witch Sword before him, even hearing continuous wails in his ears, seemingly seeing countless human beings being slaughtered.

All of this naturally did not affect Emperor Jun.

He looked at the Slaughter Witch Sword, his hand gently passing over the blade, starlight flowing, purifying the Slaughter Witch Sword.

In an instant, the souls within the Slaughter Witch Sword were no longer restrained and left the sword.

Numerous souls bowed to Emperor Jun.

With a wave of his hand, Emperor Jun dispersed all the souls of the Human Clan to relatively safe places across the Primordial World.

After all, the cycle of reincarnation has not yet been established, and the Netherworld Great World remains among various layers of the Primordial Space without making its presence known in the world; indeed, there isn’t a suitable place for settling souls.

After finishing all this, Emperor Jun tossed the Slaughter Witch Sword in his hand.

The Slaughter Witch Sword then tore through the space, traveled through dimensions under Emperor Jun’s protection, and arrived at the grand hall of the Human Clan, appearing before the three ancestors of the Human Clan.

At the same time, the voice of Emperor Jun echoed in the ears of the three ancestors.

"This is the Slaughter Witch Sword, forged from the flesh and souls of numerous members of the Human Clan."

"I have already released the souls of the Human Clan, but this sword still harbors a dense resentment."

"You should keep it in the grand hall of the Human Clan, devoutly worship and purify it, and after washing away its resentment, it will become a rare Spiritual Treasure."

"To maximize the power of the Slaughter Witch Sword, the materials used by the East King are all of the finest quality."

"We will carefully follow the teachings of the Demon Emperor."

Suiren, Youchao, and Ziyi said in unison.

They looked at the Slaughter Witch Sword in front of them and couldn’t help but sigh softly.

With the Slaughter Witch Sword being such, how many souls of the Human Clan must have been slaughtered by the Immortal Court.

East Sea, Penglai Immortal Island.

After Emperor Jun had done all this, he glanced at the East King again and said,

"East King, take care of yourself."

Then, this incarnation turned into a scattering of starlight, dissipating into the Primordial World.

Seeing Emperor Jun leave, the East King didn’t delay and immediately returned to Penglai Immortal Island.

Meanwhile, various defensive Arrays on Penglai Immortal Island were activated.

The East King had already decided that the heavy loss suffered by many souls from the Immortal Court would take a long time to fully recover.

Thus, the first thing he did upon returning to Penglai Immortal Island was to activate the Array and seal the mountain.

Just as when Emperor Jun was struck from the Primordial Starry Sky into the East Sea, he too sealed the mountain to recover.

With Emperor Jun having left, the East King withdrew within Penglai Immortal Island, and the main figures of this battle had departed, naturally, no other beings would crowd this scene.

For a time, all beings also departed, and all the Saints retracted their gazes.

They all knew Emperor Jun would achieve ultimate victory, but they had not expected Emperor Jun to be so cautious.

Merely dealing a heavy blow to the Immortal Court without causing any deaths.

Even if the East King had personally controlled the Array, those beings of lower Cultivation Realm would have been cannon fodder, bearing the damage allocated by the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation, with very small chances of survival.

Now that Emperor Jun had taken control, it was unexpected that not a single being had died.

...

Witch Clan, Houtu Tribe.

Houtu sat in the grand hall of the tribe, strands of Evil Qi emerged from within the hall, absorbed by Houtu to temper her physical body.

She was also comprehending the Laws contained within her own bloodline.

The Witch Clan lacked Primordial Spirits and could not grasp the lofty Heavenly Dao.

However, the Witch Clan also possessed souls and tempered them along with their bodies, allowing them to comprehend their own bloodline, drawing closer to the Primordial Land.

Generally, the Houtu Ancestor Witch practiced this way, and there had been no exceptions.

But of late, the Houtu Ancestor Witch always felt an inexplicable restlessness, even affecting her cultivation.

The Houtu Ancestor Witch initially thought it was a mood issue, but as it persisted for a prolonged period, she realized something was amiss.

As time passed, the Houtu Ancestor Witch even had a vague premonition, as if something was calling out to her.

Unfortunately, she did not possess a Primordial Spirit and could not sense it more profoundly.

Unable to cultivate and feeling restless, the Houtu Ancestor Witch left the Houtu Tribe alone and wandered in the Primordial.

Wherever she walked, that was where she went.

Now with the Immortal Court sealing the mountain, the Houtu Ancestor Witch did not need to worry about safety issues across the Primordial Continent.

As Houtu walked, her soul power delicately sensed that faint call.

But Houtu completely could not understand the meaning of this call.

As the Houtu Ancestor Witch wandered aimlessly, she saw souls that were equally aimlessly wandering.

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