29: Chapter 26 Fight 29: Chapter 26 Fight Cultivators from both the Eastern Primordial Daoist sects and the Western Primordial Devil Cultivators were all watching as the four elders entered the Slaying Immortal Sword Formation.
At the same time, four enormous swords slowly began to rotate, and the Slaying Immortal Sword Formation Map was constantly changing.
The entire Slaying Immortal Sword Formation became hazy, and the lifeforms outside had no clear idea of the various situations inside.
They only saw the Slaying Immortal Sword Formation shaking violently from time to time, but it quickly calmed down again.
Di Jun, looking in the direction of Mount Sumeru’s Slaying Immortal Sword Formation, thought to himself: The era of the Daoist and Demon conflicts is about to end.
At the same time, he also knew that their battle was about to commence.
Lifeforms from both the Western Primordial and the Eastern Primordial were well aware that this battle was not only between Luo Hou and the four elders, but it was also their battle.
Previously, Hong Jun had made things very clear.
The contest of luck and fate between Daoist and Demon was either one increasing while the other decreases, or one rising while the other vanishes.
Changes in luck would to some extent affect the ongoing battle between Luo Hou and the four elders.
However, at the initiation of this battle, neither the lifeforms of the West nor those of the East had rashly commenced war.
Because this war concerned the fate of countless lifeforms, it also affected the direction of the Primordial war, whether it would be dominated by the Demon Path or the Daoist sects.
After all, these lifeforms were not like Di Jun, aware of the future direction of the Heavenly Dao.
Aside from the occasional tremors from the Slaying Immortal Sword Formation on Mount Sumeru, tranquility had fallen upon Primordial.
All lifeforms knew that this peace was merely the calm before the storm.
This tranquility had unwittingly persisted across Primordial for nearly a decade.
Di Jun, looking towards the Devil Cultivators’ stronghold in the Western Primordial, felt an ever-increasing weight, and the atmosphere throughout Primordial was extremely tense.
The situation in Primordial was like a powder keg, ready to explode at any moment.
Every day, Primordial Golden Immortals would admonish their cultivator fellows to pay close attention to every move of the Devil Cultivators.
At this moment, the Devil Cultivators were all gathered in a grand hall.
Glancing around, the cultivation of the cultivators present in the grand hall were all at least Daluo Golden Immortals.
And it was Wu Tian, Luo Hou’s one and only disciple, who had gathered all these Devil Cultivators together.
“Now that Master has been fighting with Hong Jun, Dian Dao, Yin Yang, and Qian Kun for more than a decade, it is time for us to serve our Master.”
Wu Tian said with a weighty tone.
The other Devil Cultivators nodded slightly and said in unison, “It should be so.”
Devil Cultivators yearn for freedom.
Among those present, there were not a few Primordial Golden Immortal Devil Cultivators, who in theory should not listen to arrangements from a Daluo Golden Immortal like Wu Tian.
However, Luo Hou had planted restrictions within them and had depicted a grand future for the Demon Path before them, while also promising tremendous benefits.
With both the stick and the carrot, only under these circumstances would the present Devil Cultivators follow Wu Tian’s orders.
“The Passions and Desires, you two lead the Primordial Golden Immortal Devil Cultivators to hunt down the Daoist Primordial Golden Immortals and also to subjugate those reclusive races.”
“These races believe that by not involving themselves in the Daoist-Demon conflict, they will remain unscathed, but they do not realize that they are the best choice for bolstering the Demon Path’s luck and fortune.”
“Previously, we let them be because of the Daoist-Demon conflict and did not want to bother with them.
Now at the decisive moment of the Daoist-Demon conflict, how can we allow them to sit back and watch?”
“And to subjugate or hunt down a Primordial Golden Immortal, the increase or loss of luck is much greater than the slaughter of lower-ranking cultivators.”
The Passions and Desires answered at the same time.
Afterward, all the Primordial Golden Immortals in the hall stood behind the Passions and Desires.
At this moment, Wu Tian looked at the remaining Daluo Golden Immortals and said, “The remaining cultivators of our path will follow me in a frontal assault on the Eastern Primordial.”
“In this battle, we swear not to retreat.
We will fight the Daoist cultivators to the death and thus wear down the Daoist luck.”
“We swear not to retreat!”
The other Daluo Golden Immortal Devil Cultivators followed and shouted.
The reasons and causes for all this had already been explained to them by Luo Hou.
Compared to Primordial Golden Immortals, they were even less capable of resisting Luo Hou’s various means.
Wu Tian led a group of Devil Cultivators toward the battlefield.
Di Jun, as usual, continued to look at the stronghold of the Western Primordial.
Suddenly, a voice was heard on the battlefield.
“The Demon Path has invaded!”
Only this sentence was spoken—no more words.
Di Jun, upon hearing this voice, immediately recognized it as that of Wuji Ancestor, one of the Daoist Primordial Golden Immortals.
Primordial Golden Immortals were swift, and at this point, the Primordial Golden Immortals from both Daoist and Demon sides had already clashed.
After transmitting the message, Wuji Ancestor hurried to face his opponent, not daring to underestimate him in the slightest.
They were on another battlefield, where no one except Primordial Golden Immortals could watch.
The atmosphere amongst Daoist cultivators immediately turned solemn as they all came out to look towards the Western Primordial.
Sure enough, it wasn’t long before one after another Devil Cultivator broke out from the stronghold of the Western Primordial, swarming like a plague of locusts.
As they approached the Daoist cultivators, the Devil Cultivators didn’t pause for a second.
Only the roar of Wu Tian could be heard: “Kill!”
The Devil Cultivators charged directly towards the Daoist cultivators’ formation.
No face-off, no fierce threats or taunts exchanged before the line.