UGB Chapter 9: The First Battle Against the Lich King, Guiding Nuwa
Chapter 9: The First Battle Against the Lich King, Guiding Nuwa
A major battle was imminent, with no pre-battle standoffs or clamors.
The Wu tribe is headed by the Twelve Ancestral Wu.
Many innate beings were led by Great Luo Golden Immortals such as Di Jun and Tai Yi.
Buzhou Mountain instantly became a battlefield.
The eternally indestructible Buzhou Mountain trembled violently, its branch mountain rock layers collapsed with a roar, and the rubble, carrying with it the violent laws of nature, exploded in all directions.
The twelve Ancestral Witches unleashed their life's cultivation, and a vast and boundless aura of malevolent energy from the Witch Clan surged forth from their bodies, transforming into a dark torrent that blotted out the sky.
Dijiang's figure stretched across the void, with a human body and a bird's head. With the flapping of his four wings, the spatial power of the entire world suddenly surged violently.
Several innate beings with cultivation levels of only Taiyi Golden Immortal were instantly imprisoned in the spatial rift.
Before they could break free of their restraints, the power of space suddenly contracted and crushed them. After a few short, muffled thuds, their flesh, blood, and souls were completely annihilated.
Jumang reversed the origin, and thousands of azure divine vines burst forth from the void, their resilience surpassing that of innate spiritual treasures, like deadly whips.
In the midst of the binding and tearing, several protective magical artifacts of innate beings were shattered one after another.
Zhu Rong wields the eternally inextinguishable Li Fire, its crimson divine fire scorching the heavens. When it falls into the void, it ignites an endless sea of fire. This innate spiritual fire restrains all kinds of spiritual energy and magical arts.
The fire shattered the protective aura of the innate beings, causing their physical bodies to crack and their cultivation to dissipate.
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The twelve witch clans each displayed their unique abilities, and each of them was an outstanding figure in the Great Luo realm.
On the other hand, consider Di Jun's side.
Before the Demon Court was established, the innate beings of the four seas and eight wastelands had not yet gathered. At present, only the many innate beings seeking opportunities within Mount Buzhou followed.
There were only a dozen or so Great Luo Immortals, a hundred or so Taiyi Immortals, and a little over a thousand Golden Immortals.
With few men and a loose formation, they were simply no match for the twelve Ancestral Witches, who were all at their peak and of equal strength, as well as the many Witch Clan members.
Only Di Jun, Tai Yi, and Bai Ze could barely hold off the attack.
Emperor Jun's robes fluttered in the wind, the Hetu and Luoshu hung above his head, and countless stars cast down brilliant spiritual light, transforming into layers of star trail barriers that firmly resisted the attacks from all sides.
Taiyi stood beside Dijun, throwing precious time-space treasures around like bricks, which ended up killing many Taiyi and Golden Immortal level witch clan members.
The remaining innate beings all exerted their full power; some wielded innate swords to cleave through the wind and clouds, some drew upon the spiritual light of the sun and moon to condense magical seals, and some…
However, their cultivation levels were diverse, they were unfamiliar with each other, and they could not coordinate with each other. They fought independently, appearing weak and fragmented under the unified offensive of the Wu Clan's Great Dao.
Corpses lay scattered everywhere, scattered spiritual light permeated the air, and a thick stench of blood mingled with the barbaric aura of the witch clan, shrouding the vast sky.
From the very beginning of the battle, Dijun's side was completely overwhelmed.
Death was happening all the time, and blood flowed like a river within Mount Buzhou.
The great calamity has not yet begun, and both sides are no more than the early stage of the Great Luo Golden Immortal, yet the battle is already so fierce. How fierce will the real great calamity be?
Wuchen had no intention of stopping it; he simply sat quietly in the void, watching the battle.
Waiting for this war to end.
He suddenly noticed that the creatures in the two dojos located within Buzhou Mountain were also affected by the battle, but they did not participate in the fight; instead, they rushed out of Buzhou Mountain.
They were a man and a woman, two innate beings with human heads and snake bodies.
Both were at the early stage of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm.
The transformation is the innate Dao body, the internal meridians and dantian, etc.
External appearance is not important.
Innate beings with a physical form will retain some characteristics of their original form due to their habits. Only when their original form is truly incompatible will they undergo perfect transformation.
For example, those whose true nature is pure qi, such as the Three Pure Ones, will choose to transform into perfect innate Dao bodies.
"Fellow Daoist, your manners are elegant!"
The two rushed out of Buzhou Mountain and saw Wuchen sitting cross-legged in the void. They stopped and Fuxi bowed slightly to him.
Wuchen's gaze fell on Nuwa, and a smile appeared on his lips.
"Meeting you is fate, I'm giving you a wonderful opportunity."
Ignoring the bewildered two, Wuchen sent a message to Nuwa's brow.
An alarm bell rang in Fuxi's mind.
When the opponent made their move, he didn't even have a chance to react in time.
What if it's a technique of killing and warfare?
Fuxi glanced warily at Wuchen, then looked sideways to observe his sister's condition.
Nuwa closed her eyes slightly.
"Your path is up to you, not bound by fate; you must patiently await the opportune moment."
Like Lao Tzu, Nuwa felt the same guidance, but her understanding was far stronger than his; she had vaguely realized where her own path lay.
However, as the advice has been given, she still has some shortcomings.
We need to wait for the right opportunity.
Nuwa opened her eyes, bowed deeply to Wuchen, and said sincerely, "Junior Nuwa thanks Senior for your guidance. I will always remember this kindness."
"Um."
Wuchen responded casually, then lifted Nuwa up with a flick of his sleeve.
Upon seeing this, Fuxi breathed a sigh of relief.
It seems that it was not a conspiracy, but a true stroke of luck and opportunity.
He looked at Wuchen with expectant eyes.
Wuchen shook his head and said, "Your path is too far-fetched; just go with the flow."
His actions would inevitably disrupt the plot of the prehistoric world, so he was unaware of Fuxi's ultimate fate.
However, once Nuwa attains enlightenment, he won't need to remind her anymore.
Fuxi bowed and said, "Thank you for your guidance, senior."
The other party's words were a kind of indirect suggestion, so it's only right to thank them.
Wuchen looked at Nuwa and said, "Mount Buzhou is a place of trouble. You two should find another place to cultivate in peace."
Nuwa bowed again: "This junior is being presumptuous, may I ask your name, senior?"
Wuchen said, "Danyangzi!"
Nuwa bowed again, and then left Buzhou Mountain with Fuxi.
The battle inside Buzhou Mountain continues.
The Wu tribe has no primordial spirit, no innate spiritual treasures to protect them, and no exquisite Daoist teachings to pass down, yet they prove the Dao with their physical bodies, defy the heavens through killing, and are blessed by the origin of innate laws.
On the battlefield of Buzhou Mountain, they displayed their strength to the fullest.
As Di Jun gazed at the ever-falling creatures and the crumbling, precarious battle lines, his fingertips tightened slightly, causing the Zhou Tian Star Chart to tremble violently.
Taiyi looked at the twelve ancestral witches, whose arrogance was overwhelming. The deep tolling of the bell resounded through the heavens and earth once again, and the Chaos Bell shone brightly, heading straight for them.
He actually intended to withstand the combined attack of the twelve ancestral witches on his own.
Within Mount Buzhou, its branches are broken, and the Daoist chants mournfully echo.
This was the first war of the liches, without a declaration or confrontation.
The Wu tribe held the upper hand from beginning to end.
Amidst the fierce battles, the domineering power of the Wu Clan completely overshadowed the brilliance of the primordial beings, and the destiny-bound struggle between the two races of the prehistoric world officially began.
"withdraw!"
Emperor Jun acted decisively. Seeing that the situation was not good, he immediately ordered a retreat.
Many of the innate beings who had long intended to retreat immediately fled in disarray, without any order or rhythm, and were killed by the Wu tribe, who were beating them while they were down.
"Hahaha……"
The ancestral witches laughed loudly, and Zhu Rong even uttered wild words:
"Di Jun, Tai Yi, if you dare to step into Buzhou Mountain again, my Wu Clan will kill you without mercy, and the same will be done to other innate beings."