Primordial Era: With unparalleled comprehension, I created three thousand demon realms.

Chapter 90 Nannan: Another three-legged bird? I have nine now.

"Let me ask you another question: how many Great Witches does the Witch Clan have now?" Yuan Meng said with a smile.

“Great Shaman? There are thousands of Great Shamans.” Dijiang said slowly.

"If I said that there are tens of thousands of Quasi-Saints among the three innate races and over a million Great Luo Immortals, would you believe me?" Yuan Meng said calmly.

The twelve Ancestral Witches had a cold look in their eyes. There were tens of thousands of Quasi-Saints and over a million Great Luo Immortals.

"It's worth mentioning that whether it's the three innate races or the ferocious beast race, they all follow the path of cultivating the Great Dao, not the path of cultivating the Heavenly Dao," Yuan Meng said slowly.

A bitter smile appeared on the face of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

What Yuan Meng said was too frightening. They never expected that after the decline of the three innate races, they still had such a huge foundation.

Thinking of this, the Twelve Ancestral Witches felt their faces burning, even though they had previously claimed to be stronger than the three innate races.

"Then, Your Majesty, what about the ferocious beast clan?" Houtu couldn't help but ask Yuanmeng.

Yuan Meng looked at Hou Tu: "The ferocious beast race has existed since the beginning of time. Among them, there is one ancestor and one emperor. The ancestor refers to me, and the emperor refers to Shen Ni, the emperor of the ferocious beast race. Shen Ni was seriously injured and on the verge of death during the great calamity of the ferocious beasts. He is now recovering and should be close to it. After recovering, he will be at least a sub-saint. If we don't count Shen Ni, there are ten sub-saints in the ferocious beast race. As for quasi-saints, there should be more than 100,000 now. As for the great Luo, there are at least tens of millions. It has been too long, so I am not too sure."

Yuan Meng's words made the Twelve Ancestral Witches click their tongues in astonishment.

I originally thought the three innate races were strong enough, but now compared to the ferocious beast race, they don't seem so great.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches then banished the thought from their minds. Bah! Even if the three innate races couldn't compare to the ferocious beast race, they were still far stronger than the witch race.

"Your Majesty, you're not saying all this just to put us down, are you?" Dijiang said, a little pained.

"Haven't you noticed that neither the three primordial races nor the ferocious beast race have any ambition to dominate the prehistoric world?" Yuan Meng said with a smile.

The twelve Ancestral Witches' expressions turned solemn. They were astonished that, regardless of whether it was the three innate races or the ferocious beast race, they possessed such formidable strength, yet they had no intention of dominating the prehistoric world.

If it were them, the Witch Clan would have already started pushing their way out of the fray if they had that kind of strength.

But now that Yuan Meng has asked this question, it has made them feel somewhat heavy-hearted.

"Do you remember the question I asked you? Which race do you think will become the overlord of the prehistoric world?" Yuan Meng said slowly, looking at the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

The twelve ancestral witches shook their heads; they truly didn't know anymore.

“Humans!!” Yuan Meng said calmly.

"Why?" Houtu was the first to ask. It was one thing if it wasn't one of the three innate races, or a ferocious beast race, or even a demon race or a witch race, but why was it a human?

A race that could be easily wiped out by any Quasi-Saint would now become the overlord of the prehistoric world.

"Why? Whether it's the three innate races, the ferocious beast race, the demon race, or the witch race, they all have one thing in common: they all respect the leader of their respective race. For example, the witch race respects you twelve ancestral witches, and the demon race respects Emperor Jun and Taiyi. But who respects those saints?" Yuan Meng said with a profound look in his eyes.

The calm voice exploded in the minds of the Twelve Ancestral Witches like a thunderclap.

They overlooked one thing: the beings currently standing at the pinnacle of all living beings in the primordial world—the Sages!

That was the apex predator in the primordial food chain.

Whether it's the three innate races, the ferocious beast race, or the demon race, none of the witch races revered saints.

The fact that the sage has not yet taken action does not mean that he will not.

The human race was favored by the sage.

Moreover, humans possess innate talent and perseverance. Although they are born as weak as ants, their potential is unmatched by any other prehistoric race.

Every human being possesses limitless possibilities and boundless potential.

Although the power of bloodline is weak, it is not limited by bloodline.

The bloodline power of other races determines their potential ceiling, but humans do not have this limitation.

As a race that has intermarried with humans for thousands of years, the Wu tribe has more potential in this regard than any other ancient race.

Houtu smiled bitterly. It seemed that both the Wu Clan and the Demon Clan had underestimated those saints. It appeared that after becoming saints, they were all in their own dojos.

It's not that they don't want to intervene, but rather that they know the lich and demon races are destined to suffer heavy losses together, so why bother intervening now? Wouldn't it be better to wait for the two races to kill each other?

"Your Majesty, this trip wasn't just about these things, was it?" Houtu then realized why Yuanmeng had come here.

Yuan Meng said with a smile.

"In this great battle, you must all fight without holding back, with all your might. Don't be afraid to die; I will help you survive the battle," Yuan Meng said slowly. This was a rare and precious test of life and death.

Between life and death lies great terror, but also great opportunity. After this great battle, when they return, they will at least be at the level of Quasi-Saints.

As for achieving Hunyuan?

This path is too difficult; their experience is insufficient, and they need more time.

The twelve Ancestral Witches all had the qualifications to achieve Hunyuan, which was because they were transformed from the essence and blood of Pangu. However, this was only a qualification; achieving Hunyuan Golden Immortal status was not so easy.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches nodded.

After Yuan Meng's guidance, they realized that it was completely impossible to dominate the prehistoric world. Otherwise, any of the three innate races or the ferocious beast race would be more powerful than the witch and demon races.

But they didn't do it because of the existence of the six saints in the world.

Time passes slowly.

Yuan Meng left the Wu tribe.

Within the same chaotic state, in the Nuwa Palace.

Beside Di Jun was a timid little boy, whose eyes held a hint of fear and confusion. He was the tenth prince of the Golden Crows, and also the youngest of the Golden Crows.

"Goddess Nuwa, I'll have to trouble you with Xiao Shi." Di Jun had an unpleasant smile on his face; the once spirited Heavenly Emperor was no longer there.

At this moment, Di Jun is just an old father seeking revenge for his son.

Nuwa looked at the ten princes of the Golden Crow and sighed, saying, "There is no turning back now that we've done this."

"Goddess Nuwa, there are some things I must do," Di Jun said with a determined look in his eyes.

"Since that's the case, go ahead." Nuwa looked at the tenth prince of the Golden Crow, who was later known as Lu Ya Dao Ren and also as the Buddhist monk Wu Chao Chan Shi.

"Thank you, Goddess Nuwa. Little Ten, listen to Goddess Nuwa's words." Di Jun said to his youngest son with a smile.

"I understand, Father. When will you come to pick me up?" the Tenth Prince whispered to Emperor Jun.

Di Jun paused for a moment, then a smile appeared on his face: "Alright, Father will come to pick you up after I finish my business."

Afterwards, Di Jun left Chaos and returned to Heaven. He looked at Empress Chang Xi and said, "I have entrusted Xiao Shi to Nuwa. You don't need to worry about his safety."

"Yes." Chang Xi nodded, her eyes filled with endless sorrow.

Time passes slowly.

The Heavenly Court is making final preparations before the great battle.

Ten thousand years is but a blink of an eye for the creatures of the primordial era.

Ten thousand years is neither a long nor a short time.

The Wu tribe is also making its final preparations.

An endless aura of death and desolation filled the world.

Nuwa, along with the ten princes of the Golden Crow, arrived directly at Chaos Island.

Nuwa brought the ten princes of the Golden Crow here because she remembered that there was a Fusang Divine Tree on Chaos Island, which was also the most suitable place for the Golden Crow clan.

"Little girl!!" A little girl riding a black and white dumpling charged straight at Nuwa.

"Nannan." Nuwa looked at Nannan with a smile on her face.

"Huh? Another three-legged little bird has arrived." Nannan looked at the Tenth Prince and instantly saw through his true form.

Nuwa looked at Nannan with some doubt: "Nannan, do you know him?"

"Hmm? There are nine more on our tree, on that big, fiery red tree." Nannan didn't know what the hibiscus tree was called, but she knew its color.

Nuwa, with a strange look in her eyes, led her ten princes to the Fusang tree on Chaos Island.

"Big brother, second brother, third brother..." The tenth prince of the Golden Crow looked at the nine sons of the Golden Crow on the Fusang tree and recognized them instantly.

"So that's how it is." Nuwa's eyes showed a hint of understanding; it was Yuanmeng who had saved the nine little golden crows.

(End of this chapter)