Honghuang: Creation of the Green Lotus, the beginning of the Three Pure Ones

Chapter 168 Chen Xuan reminds Nuwa
Hearing Chen Xuan say this, Hongjun couldn't help but be shocked. After all, if the Six Saints of Heaven heard this, their hearts would instantly shatter.

Fortunately, Di Jun and the others didn't notice what was happening in mid-air at this moment, which made Hongjun feel a little relieved.

Then he whispered to Chen Xuan, "Fellow Daoist Qinglian, you and I are both at the Hedao realm. You should know what to say and what not to say."

Afterwards, without caring about Chen Xuan's expression, Hongjun said directly: "The demon race will return to the heaven immediately and will not be allowed to enter the prehistoric world again within ten thousand years."

Hongjun's voice, empowered by the power of Heaven, spread throughout the entire prehistoric world. Simultaneously, a powerful force emerged, sending all the demons on the prehistoric land back to Heaven.

At the same time, Hongjun had disappeared in front of Chen Xuan, as if the purpose of his trip was to stop the war between the witches and liches.

Chen Xuan couldn't help but sneer at this. "This old bastard, on the surface, is trying to stop the lich from starting a war. But in reality, he's just protecting his useless apprentices."

With Hongjun gone, Chen Xuan naturally had no need to stay any longer. He immediately returned to his Qinglian Palace.

Seeing that all the demons were teleported back to heaven, Zhen Yuanzi and Hongyun Laozu naturally had no need to argue with Laozi and Yuanshi Tianzun.

They immediately broke through the void and returned to their respective dojos. Even Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi returned to the Heavenly Palace with faces full of reluctance.

For a moment, the entire prehistoric world fell silent. Only corpses were left scattered across the ground, reminding everyone present that a war had just taken place, a war that was equivalent to destroying the heavens and the earth.

The crisis had been resolved, and Nuwa and Fuxi had no time to care about other things, so they began to gather the human race.

The human race, which originally numbered nearly 10 billion, was scattered across the vast wilderness. Now, there are only less than 100 million left.

In other words, this catastrophe left only one in a hundred human beings extant, forcing humanity to pay an incredibly painful price.

Nuwa couldn't help but shed tears again, and she said, "It's because I failed to protect you that you suffered such a great disaster."

At this moment, a human stepped forward and said, "Holy Mother, this is not your fault. The only thing to blame is our human race, which is too weak."

"When facing the demon race, we have no power to fight back. The reason for this is that the human race lives too peacefully."

The man who spoke was the son of Youchao, the previous head of the human race and one of the three thousand innate human race, and Ziyi, also from the innate human race. The current head of the human race was Suiren.

After hearing Suiren's words, all the human race fell to their knees and bowed to Nuwa and Fuxi in mid-air.

Then Suiren stood up again, looked up at the sky, and said, "I am Suiren, the patriarch of the human race. Today I swear the oath of the Great Dao."

"The demons slaughtered hundreds of millions of our people. This blood feud will never be forgotten by our people. From now on, the human race and the demons will fight to the death."

As the human race's Suiren established the Four Eyes of the Great Dao, all human beings couldn't help but speak at the same time.

"The human race and the demon race will never stop fighting until they die. The human race and the demon race will never stop fighting until they die. The human race and the demon race will never stop fighting until they die..."

For a moment, the human race's oath resounded throughout the sky. Even Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi, who had just returned to the demon race's heaven, heard it so clearly.

Even Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi could feel that at this moment, the luck of the demon clan had declined.

This inevitably made Donghuang Taiyi grit his teeth. "Humans, you ants! Ten thousand years from now, my demon race will surely exterminate you." Di Jun looked at the extremely angry Donghuang Taiyi and said directly, "I think the human souls needed to refine the Witch-Slaying Sword should be sufficient."

"What we need to do now is to refine the Witch-Slaying Sword as quickly as possible. Then we only need to kill one of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, and the Witch Clan will no longer be able to set up the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation."

"At that time, who in this world can compare with my demon race? My demon race will surely become the master of the three realms."

"And at that time, the human race will become the material for our demon race to cultivate weapons. Helping our demon race to cultivate countless magical weapons."

Donghuang Taiyi couldn't help but sneer after hearing this, "Big brother is right, this is the fate that the human race deserves."

At this moment, Di Jun and Dong Huang Tai Yi seemed to have seen the demons dominate the primordial world, and the human race was completely kept in captivity by them.

Meanwhile, the eleven ancestral witches on the banks of the Yellow River had finally recovered some of their magical powers and were no longer as limp as they had been just now.

Zhurong, the ancestor of fire, said directly, "Didn't my uncle say that we could make the Father God's true body chop out three axes?"

"How come all our magic power has been drained away with just two axe strikes? Could it be that my uncle overestimated our abilities?"

This inevitably made everyone look at Hou Tu. After all, the only one who could give them the answer now was this little sister Hou Tu.

At this moment, Hou Tu took out another tomato from somewhere and started talking while chewing it.

"Next time I set up the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation, I will definitely suppress my cultivation to the same level as my brothers and sisters."

As soon as Hou Tu said this, the eleven ancestral witches present instantly understood the key point. It turned out that it was because Hou Tu's cultivation was too high that they could not catch up with her.

Only then was Pangu's true body drained of his magical power in an instant. Even the second axe was swung out by Hou Tu herself.

However, no one blamed Hou Tu for this, instead they felt that they were dragging Hou Tu down. If they could reach Hou Tu's level, how could they end up in such a miserable state?

Even swinging eight or ten axes in quick succession wouldn't be a problem. At the very least, slaying the Six Heavenly Saints in one go would be easy and enjoyable.

So at this moment, Di Jiang said with a serious face: "We must use these ten thousand years to improve our cultivation. The next time we go to war with the lich, we can't hold Hou Tu back anymore."

After saying this, he took the other ancestral witches, said goodbye to the Three Pure Ones and Nuwa brothers and sisters, and returned to the Ancestral Witch Hall to practice hard.

After all, they only have ten thousand years left. Ten thousand years later, it will be time for the two tribes of witches and liches to resolve all causes and consequences.

After seeing off her brothers and sisters, Hou Tu and the Three Pure Ones went directly back to Qinglian Island in the East China Sea.

At this time, Nuwa couldn't help but ask Fuxi: "Brother, what are you going to do with the remaining human race?"

Fuxi looked at the human race, which numbered less than 100 million, and was about to speak when he heard Chen Xuan's voice ringing from the sky.
"You shouldn't make any more arrangements. It's because you arranged everything too well before that the human race has suffered the disaster it is facing today."

"Let them face this desolate world on their own. Until the human race is wiped out, it's best not to intervene."

(End of this chapter)