Volume One: The Calamity of the Magi and Demons Chapter 240: The End of the War Between Magi and Demons, and Nüwa Takes Action

The great war between the Wu and the Demon clans had already raged for ten thousand years without a decisive victor.

Ever since the incident of the past, the Wu clan no longer lightly deployed the Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods Formation!

However, looking at the heavy casualties among the Wu warriors, even figures like Houyi wore heavy frowns.

In the end, Houyi still prepared to set up the Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods Formation.

Houyi looked towards the Great Magi such as Xingtian, his tone heavy as he spoke.

"Deploy the formation! We cannot let the Demon clan continue to act arrogantly. Countless of our clansmen have already died or been injured!"

"It should have been done long ago! Let's completely cripple these demon spawn in one go!"

Hearing Houyi's decision, both Xingtian and Chiyou were filled with excitement.

Naturally, the movements of Houyi and the others could not escape the notice of Dijun and his peers.

"Stop them! They are going to set up the Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods Formation! If they actually manage to deploy it—"

Without finishing, Dijun and the others lunged straight toward Houyi and his group.

"Little brat Dijun, you wish to stop our formation? Keep dreaming!"

Xingtian brandished the giant axe in his hands with ferocious might, sending surging waves of formidable battle intent and murderous aura crashing toward Dijun and the other demons.

The pressure forced Dijun and his followers to continuously retreat.

"Damn it, why is this Xingtian also so powerful?"

Dijun stared at the group of Wu Great Magi with a gloomy expression.

"Haha! It's done! Little brat Dijun, prepare to meet your doom!"

The moment Xingtian's voice fell, an immensely colossal phantom gradually materialized and condensed.

"Damn it, this aura is even stronger than before!"

The instant the giant appeared, Dijun's expression turned ashen.

Hearing this, Taiyi hurried to offer a reminder.

"Eldest Brother, the Wu clan's strength should currently be less than ten percent of their peak; they cannot sustain this for long. Let us defend against their attack first. Once they can no longer hold on, it will be the moment for our counterattack!"

Finding reason in Taiyi's words, Dijun quickly issued an order.

"Everyone, defend!"

Instantly, the River-Luo Formation shifted from offense to defense, violently colliding with the giant condensed by the Wu clan.

The giant's massive axe continuously hacked down upon the River-Luo Formation.

However, because Dijun and Taiyi had anticipated this, the strikes failed to achieve the instantaneous breakthrough they had imagined.

Seeing this, Dijun could not help but sneer tauntingly at Houyi and the Wu clan.

"Hah, Houyi, is your Wu clan growing increasingly incompetent? You can't even break our Demon clan's formation now!"

"Little brat Dijun, don't be so smug. You'll be crying in a moment!"

Houyi and the others poured all their remaining strength into a single blow, fiercely slashing toward the River-Luo Formation with an overwhelming momentum that seemed intent on completely obliterating everyone within it.

Fuxi, who was maintaining the formation, suffered direct damage to his fundamental origin, coughing up mouthfuls of blood as his condition withered drastically.

Meanwhile, within the Palace of Goddess Nüwa, Goddess Nüwa sensed the situation and swiftly condensed an attack.

She prepared to wipe out all members of the Wu clan in one fell swoop.

However, just as Nüwa's offensive was released and headed toward the Wu-Demon battlefield, a powerful strike erupted directly from the Pangu Hall beneath Mount Buzhou, instantly annihilating Nüwa's attack.

"Does Goddess Nüwa intend to go to war with my Wu clan? If so, come with this Ancestral Magus to the Chaos and let us have a battle there!"

Immediately afterward, an overwhelmingly domineering voice resounded instantly throughout the Palace of Goddess Nüwa.

Hearing this, Nüwa muttered to herself.

"The Wu clan truly hides its depth well!" Wearing a bitter expression, Nüwa looked down at the Primordial Land, toward the direction of Mount Buzhou.

"Though it was merely a small probe, the opponent's strength cannot be underestimated!"

In the next instant, Nüwa swiftly swept the Mountain and River Land Map around herself, while the Red Hydrangea orbited at her side.

With a single step, she manifested within the Chaos.

Upon her arrival, she discovered that Jumang was already waiting for her.

With a bitter smile, Nüwa looked at Jumang and said,

"Fellow Daoist Jumang, I merely saw my elder brother injured and acted out of a moment of anger. I had no intention of making an enemy of the Wu clan!"

Yet no matter what Nüwa said, Jumang would not completely believe her.

"Fellow Daoist Nüwa, between us, such words are unnecessary. Since you are a woman, this Ancestral Magus shall let you make the first move!"

Hearing this, Goddess Nüwa flew into a rage.

She had never expected that Jumang would completely disregard her.

Enraged, Nüwa immediately launched the Red Hydrangea straight at Jumang, blending the Law of Creation within it.

The Red Hydrangea smashed toward Jumang, carrying the intertwined power of creation.

Simultaneously, a Great Dao emanating a verdant glow swiftly surfaced around Jumang.

The moment Jumang's Dao of Life collided with Nüwa's Red Hydrangea, countless vines instantly sprouted and grew, binding the Red Hydrangea tightly in place.

"The Dao of Life? Truly formidable. Though not specialized in combat, it is the most troublesome to deal with."

The moment Nüwa saw Jumang manifest the Dao of Life, she knew she was virtually guaranteed to lose against him.

Not to mention, the Dao she cultivated was the Dao of Creation. Although her previous shortcomings in the laws had gradually been remedied through continuous enlightenment within the Heavenly Dao space, she still could not compare to a Primordial Golden Immortal of Da Luo like Jumang, who had completely comprehended his own laws to perfection.

Even with the aid of magical treasures, she could not inflict the slightest injury upon Jumang.

Biting her lip, Nüwa summoned both the God-Creating Whip—a merit spiritual treasure formed after she created humanity—and the Mountain and River Land Map, using one to lash toward Jumang and the other to shroud him.

Yet they were effortlessly brushed aside by Jumang through the mere Dao rhyme of the Law of Life.

Her onslaught failed to cause Jumang even the slightest trouble.

"Is this the gap between a Saint of Merit and one who achieves Dao through the Laws?"

Nüwa could not help but wear a bitter smile at the sight.

She put away her magical treasures one by one and said to Jumang,

"You have won. What do you propose next?"

"Since this great war was initiated by the Demon clan and has caused incalculable damage to the Primordial Land, I must trouble Goddess Nüwa to restore it. You cultivate the Dao of Creation and can also borrow the power of the Heavenly Dao; I imagine it should be rather easy for you."

Hearing Jumang's words, Nüwa nearly spat blood in sheer exasperation.

She thought to herself, *What do you mean by easy? Do you think borrowing the power of the Heavenly Dao comes without a cost?!* Yet Jumang was completely oblivious to her inner thoughts, and even if he knew, he wouldn't have cared.

Once more, Nüwa looked helplessly at Jumang.

"And what about the Wu clan's territory?"

"Very well, you need not trouble yourself with the Wu clan's territory. This Ancestral Magus alone will restore it. This is my greatest concession!"

In the next moment, Jumang vanished into the Chaos.

Left with no choice, Nüwa sighed helplessly and headed back toward the Primordial Land.

Meanwhile, on the battlefield, following the shattering of the River-Luo Formation, the Demon clan's forces suffered catastrophic casualties, with numerous Demon Kings perishing—most of them slain beneath the giant's axe.

Even Dijun and Taiyi had never expected that once the formation was broken, the giant axe would so rapidly slaughter so many Demon Kings.

"Houyi!" Dijun glared fiercely at Houyi and the other members of the Wu clan. If looks could kill, the Wu clan would have been slain by him a dozen times over!

Taking a deep breath, Dijun looked at the pitifully few surviving members of the Demon clan and quickly issued an order.

"Retreat!"

Thereupon, the Demon clan swiftly evacuated the battlefield.

Seeing this, Xingtian and the others made to give chase.

"Forget it, let's return to the clan to regroup first!"

Houyi promptly intervened to stop them, as their own states were far from optimal after such a prolonged battle.