At this moment, in the central dojo of Chaos City—
"As expected, the emergence of the Chaos Forbidden and Innate Forbidden has greatly accelerated the development of cultivators."
Gu Chuan smiled faintly.
He had noticed a rapid influx of pill refining techniques, magic treasure crafting methods, formation arrays, and other profound scriptures appearing within the Chaos Library. Their numbers had exploded exponentially.
This surge of knowledge had benefited him immensely.
Rumble!
Suddenly, within the depths of his sea of consciousness, a vast influx of Dao laws poured in.
Since comprehending the Chaos God's Forbidden and the Innate God's Forbidden, his perception of the primordial laws of chaos had become astonishingly swift. It was as if he were in a perpetual state of epiphany.
In just a short span of time, he had mastered an additional 200 Dao, bringing his total to an astounding 2,000 Dao.
Ordinarily, after ascending to the realm of Primordial Chaos Saint, his cultivation speed should have slowed considerably. Yet, contrary to logic, he was advancing at an ever-increasing pace—an anomaly among anomalies.
"Hmm?"
At that moment, Gu Chuan's heart stirred. He immediately sensed a powerful fluctuation emanating from the World Tree, Chenxi. It was as though she was launching an assault somewhere.
Indeed, plant-based demon gods like the World Tree also resided within the central dojo, allowing him to effortlessly perceive any fluctuation in their power.
Of course, even if they were scattered across the myriad realms of existence, as long as he willed it, he could locate them with ease.
"What's happening? Who are you attacking?"
Gu Chuan's curiosity was piqued. His divine sense instantly spread outward, allowing him to witness a branch of the World Tree tearing through the void—directly striking toward the Prehistoric World.
She had seemingly discovered a flaw in the operation of the Prehistoric World's forbidden formations, allowing an emerald-green branch to pierce through and target a particular location within it.
"Hmm? The Prehistoric World is embroiled in the Dragon-Phoenix Cataclysm? No… this isn't just the Dragon-Phoenix Cataclysm, but a grand calamity of five warring clans. That little one—is she aiding the Wood Race in their struggle to claim dominion over the world?"
Gu Chuan's thoughts moved, and in an instant, he scanned the entirety of the Prehistoric World, grasping the unfolding events in their entirety.
Time Rewinds Slightly—
Pushed by countless Chaos Demon Gods and driven by their insatiable hunger for expansion, the five dominant races of the Prehistoric World could no longer restrain their ambitions. A fierce war erupted as each sought to claim supremacy over the land.
Among them, the Dragon Race, possessing the greatest numbers and most extensive territory, naturally held the upper hand. Wherever they marched, victory followed, forcing the remaining four races into retreat.
Dragons ruled the skies, dominated the lands, and controlled the seas. Whether in air, land, or water—everywhere one looked, dragons reigned supreme. This was an age of dragons.
Their influence stretched across the entire Prehistoric World, leaving weaker races with no choice but to submit to their rule.
Yet, the other four races—the Black Tortoise, Phoenix, Wood, and White Tiger—were not so easily defeated. They formed an alliance, launching a joint assault against the Dragon Race.
The outcome was predictable. While formidable, the Dragon Race could not withstand the combined might of four great races. They suffered devastating losses, their dominance shattered.
But the Dragons were not fools. They wielded schemes and stratagems, exploiting the internal divisions within the alliance.
For in truth, the four races had never been entirely united. Under the Dragon Race's insidious manipulations, distrust spread, and their fragile coalition crumbled. Soon, each clan fought for its own interests.
Thus, what should have been a decisive war turned into a prolonged and brutal struggle.
For hundreds of millions of epochs, they waged war endlessly—fighting, negotiating peace, only to fight again. The cycle repeated, plunging the Prehistoric World into ruin. Countless lesser races were annihilated, their civilizations erased. Even the five great races themselves suffered grievous losses, their vitality drained.
The entire world became engulfed in endless conflict, its lands soaked in blood. Ghosts and specters roamed freely, and dread lurked in every shadow.
It seemed that this delicate balance of terror would persist indefinitely.
Yet, none of the five great races had anticipated the emergence of a sixth force.
A horde of demons—spawned from the depths of the Nether Blood Sea—had risen.
The Nether Blood Sea was the vilest domain, birthing creatures of unimaginable horror. This time, it was even more dreadful than in past cycles.
For within its dark waters festered not only the grievances of countless fallen Chaos Demon Gods, but also the despair of those who had perished in past apocalypses.
From the fusion of these two boundless resentments emerged a monstrous entity—the Demon Ancestor Luo Hu.
When the tide of demons surged forth, they did so like an unstoppable deluge, devouring all in their wake.
Already weakened from their endless war, the five great races were ill-prepared for this unforeseen calamity.
Even with their collective might, they could not withstand the army of demons birthed from the Nether Blood Sea.
Slaughter descended upon the world.
The once-mighty races were reduced to prey, their people cut down like crops in the field. The sky, land, and seas were littered with corpses.
Even the mighty Chaos Demon Gods who had once supported these races were now struggling to fend off the demonic tide. Against Luo Hu's legions, they had no choice but to retreat.
Mercy was an illusion—this was a war for the path of the Saints. There was no benevolence here. Even among Chaos Demon Gods, bonds meant nothing in the face of such an ultimate struggle.
Thus, Luo Hu led his monstrous army in a sweeping conquest.
In mere years, the five great races had been utterly crippled. Their complete annihilation was imminent.
Soon, the demons would reign supreme, seizing the fate of the Prehistoric World. The Hongmeng Purple Qi would be theirs to claim.
Among the five great races, the Wood Race suffered the most. As the weakest among them, they endured the harshest onslaught from the demonic horde. Countless members of their race perished.
They were simply too slow. Even when faced with mortal peril, escape was impossible.
One by one, they fell.
Before long, the demon army had reached the very heart of the Wood Race's domain. Should their stronghold be overrun, their extinction would be sealed.
At the Wood Race Headquarters—
The great elders of the Wood Race gathered, their expressions solemn.
At the center of the assembly stood their patriarch—the Tongtian Jianmu Tree. Its form stretched between heaven and earth, an awe-inspiring figure brimming with boundless vitality. A sacred radiance emanated from its being.
Its cultivation base had already reached the perfect of the Quasi-Saint realm, mere steps away from ascension.
In truth, the patriarchs of all five great races had achieved this level.
"Patriarch!" An elder's voice trembled with urgency. "The demonic army has breached our outer defenses. Their offensive is overwhelming, and it is said that the Demon Ancestor Luo Hu himself leads them. What shall we do?"
The gathered elders fell into heavy silence.
Worry and despair weighed upon them.
For the first time, they truly understood—
The hour of reckoning had come.