Primordial Era: Reborn as a Qi Immortal, Steadily Cultivating

Chapter 184 Desire to Slay the Demon Saint
Upon hearing Wu Zu's words, Di Jiang was clearly somewhat tempted.

Although the Witch Clan is powerful now, the Demon Clan is not to be underestimated.

Besides Di Jun and Tai Yi, the demon race also has guests from Zixiao Palace such as Kunpeng and Fuxi, and even the Ten Great Demon Saints are not ordinary people. They also have supreme treasures such as the Chaos Bell and the Hetu Luoshu.

Aside from the twelve ancestral witches, very few of the great witches in their witch clan can participate in such high-level battles.

If, before the final battle, one can kill several demon saints of the demon race at minimal cost, and obtain their abundant essence and treasures, one can help one's great shamans advance further.

Such temptations stirred even the most steadfast Dao heart of Emperor Jiang.

After a long silence, Dijiang finally spoke.

"it is good."

“Our Wu tribe agrees to this matter.”

Upon hearing this, Houtu, the ancestral witch who had been looking worried the whole time, finally showed a faint smile on her compassionate face.

Before she could speak, Di Jiang's majestic voice suddenly changed without warning.

"But our witch tribe reveres strength and respects only the strong."

"Your human race wishes to form an alliance with my witch race to jointly resist the demon court, so be it!"

"But you need to prove to my witch race with the strength of your own human race that you are qualified to stand on equal footing with us!"

He paused slightly, his voice growing increasingly cold.

"You must rely on your own strength to slay a demon saint of the demon race on this primordial land!"

“Bring his head to this Pangu Temple personally.”

"At that time, my Wu clan will take action to help your human race wipe out all the demon races that are entrenched on the primordial land."

"If you can't do it..." Dijiang's voice carried a hint of arrogance that came from the bottom of his heart.

"That proves that your human race is nothing but a weakling with no substance."

"Even if there truly is such a treasure for slaying witches, my witch clan will not be afraid in the slightest! We, the true descendants of Pangu, will never ally with ants."

Upon hearing this, even Houtu, who was also an ancestral witch, couldn't help but furrow her brow slightly.

She knew that Dijiang's actions, seemingly a test for the human race, were actually a form of making things difficult for them!
Demon Saint!

That is a terrifying existence that can crush ordinary great witches!
Each one of them fought their way out of the mountains of corpses and seas of blood in the ancient primordial world. Most of them were at the Quasi-Saint level, and the supernatural powers and magical treasures they possessed were all top-tier in the primordial world.

And how long has that human race been around?

Even though martial arts are flourishing and fortune is rising, the foundation is ultimately shallow.

Apart from the unfathomable Martial Ancestor before us, there is probably no other being who can directly contend with a Grand Luo Golden Immortal!

With the power of an entire clan, they slayed a demon saint?!

This matter is extremely difficult!
However, to everyone's surprise, it happened.

Wu Zuyuan, who should have looked troubled, showed no emotion whatsoever.

He simply met Dijiang's invisible gaze, which was capable of distorting everything, and slowly nodded.

"it is good."

A simple word was uttered softly from his mouth.

"Yuan will surely return to this place with the head of the Demon Saint."

After saying that, he didn't linger for a moment.

He once again solemnly performed a human salute to the two ancestral witches.

Then he slowly turned around and walked unhurriedly out of the deep hall.

The figure of Wu Zuyuan completely disappeared at the end of the Pangu Temple.

The oppressive aura on Dijiang's chaotic, faceless body slowly receded.

He said no more. His chaotic body swayed slightly in the void and then silently merged into the endless laws of space, leaving no trace.

Inside the main hall, the deathly silence of the past returned once more.

Only the compassionate-faced Ancestral Witch Houtu stood quietly in place, a complex emotion flashing in her gentle eyes.

She slowly turned around, took a step forward, and her figure silently merged into the profound laws of the earth.

……

Outside the Pangu Temple, Martial Ancestor Yuan was about to use his supernatural powers to return to the holy land of the human race.

However, the calm void in front of him trembled slightly without any warning.

The gentle figure of Houtu, the ancestral witch, dressed in an earth-yellow palace gown and with a compassionate face, silently manifested from the earth.

"Martial Ancestor, please wait."

Her gentle voice slowly rose.

Upon seeing this, Wu Zuyuan calmly stopped and turned to bow to Houtu Zuwu once more.

"Hou Tu Zu Wu."

Houtu, the Ancestral Witch, smiled gently, a hint of apology in her eyes.

"I hope that Ancestor Wu will not take Brother Dijiang's words to heart."

"As the head of my witch clan, he is responsible for the life and death of the entire clan, so he is inevitably more cautious in his actions. It is not that he intends to make things difficult for us."

Upon hearing this, Wu Zuyuan calmly shook his head.

"The Ancestral Witch is too kind."

“What the ancestral witch Dijiang was worried about, Yuan understood in his heart.”

He knew that Dijiang's actions, though seemingly domineering and unreasonable, were in fact a calculated scheme.

It is both a test and a selection process.

Furthermore, this victory was intended to silence the criticisms of the other ten Ancestral Witches should they ever form an alliance with the human race in the future.

After all, not all ancestral witches within the witch clan are as close to the myriad spirits of the primordial world as Houtu.

In particular, the ancestral witch Zhurong, who controlled fire and was the most violent, and the ancestral witch Gonggong, who controlled floods and was the most gloomy, were notoriously difficult to get along with.

Without absolute strength sufficient to convince them, expecting them to willingly wage war against the demon race for the sake of the mere human race is nothing short of wishful thinking.

"It's good that the Martial Ancestor understands."

When Houtu Zuwu saw that Wu Zuyuan did not harbor any resentment because of this, a relieved smile appeared on her face.

She slowly raised her right hand, and within her fair, jade-like palm, a divine light of earthy yellow, filled with boundless weight and vitality, slowly condensed.

Ultimately, it transformed into an ancient jade slip inscribed with countless profound earth runes.

"This thing was created by me by combining a wisp of my own essence with the ancestral energy of Mount Buzhou."

Houtu, the Ancestral Witch, gently handed the jade slip to Wu Zuyuan, and her gentle voice slowly rang out.

"With this jade slip, the Martial Ancestor can mobilize the power of the earth within a radius of hundreds of millions of miles to empower himself anywhere in the primordial land."

"Although its power is far inferior to that of the true form of the Ancestral Witch, it can still help the Martial Ancestor turn the tide of battle at crucial moments."

"The scheme set up by Brother Dijiang this time is extremely dangerous. I hope that Martial Ancestor can rely on this item to protect himself more."

Seeing this, Wu Zuyuan calmly accepted the jade slip.

He knew that although this object appeared light and delicate, it contained a trace of the power of Houtu, the ancestral witch, a top-tier quasi-saint.

"Thank you, Ancestral Witch."

He bowed deeply to Houtu, the ancestral witch.

Houtu, the Ancestral Witch, smiled gently and spoke again, but her voice carried a genuine sense of solemnity.

"Martial Ancestor, you still need to be more careful."

"If nothing unexpected happens, the four demon saints sent by the Demon Court to the mortal realm this time should be Bai Ze, Ji Meng, Ying Zhao, and Fei Lian."

"These four are all top-tier powerhouses who have been infamous since the ancient times. Each of them has cultivation and supernatural abilities that are no less than those of top-tier great witches."

"Especially the Demon Saint Bai Ze, although he is not good at direct attacks, his wisdom and strategy are so profound that even his elder brother Di Jiang is wary of him."

"Martial Ancestor, you must be careful on this trip and lest you fall into his trap."

Wu Zuyuan listened quietly, memorizing every word spoken by Houtu Zuwu. "Yuan, I understand."

He bowed solemnly to Houtu Ancestral Witch once more, then his figure transformed into a stream of light and vanished from this world in an instant.

After leaving the Wu Clan, Wu Zuyuan, holding the ancient jade slip containing the power of the boundless earth, did not immediately return to the human race's holy land.

His gaze seemed to pierce through layers of time and space, landing on the vast and boundless primordial land.

The names of the four demon saints mentioned by the ancestral witch Houtu flowed slowly through his mind.

Bai Ze, Ji Meng, Ying Zhao, Fei Lian.

Each one of them was a fearsome figure since ancient times, who followed the Demon Emperor Di Jun in his campaigns across the north and south, and made outstanding contributions to the Heavenly Court of the Demon Race.

His cultivation and supernatural powers are so profound that he is now the most outstanding being in the primordial world.

With the current strength of the human race, can we kill one of them?
The danger and difficulty of this matter far exceeded what ordinary people could imagine.

Before coming to the Witch Clan, the Martial Ancestor already knew that the Witch Clan was so proud that they would not easily agree to help the human race.

However, to his surprise, Dijiang ordered him to kill a demon saint.

"Demon Saint..."

The Martial Ancestor uttered a soft whisper.

"The rise of my human race will be founded on your head!"

Before he finished speaking, he didn't linger for a moment. In an instant, he had already traversed a vast territory spanning hundreds of millions of miles and returned to the Martial Ancestor Hall.

Inside the Martial Ancestor Hall, the human martial arts masters who had been waiting for a long time all felt a sense of urgency and bowed in unison.

"Welcome back to the Hall, Ancestor Martial!"

Wu Zuyuan calmly sat down on the Xuanhuang Merit Throne, his gaze sweeping over each of his clansmen below who looked tense.

He didn't keep us in suspense; his calm voice slowly rang out.

“I have reached an alliance with the Witch Clan.”

Upon hearing this, the once deathly silent hall erupted in a deafening cheer!
"The Martial Ancestor's divine might!"

"Hahaha! With the help of the Witch Clan, what is there to fear from those demon scum!"

Countless martial arts masters were overjoyed.

They knew that with the help of the Witch Clan, one of the most powerful clans in the primordial land, there was hope that their human race could overcome the impending catastrophe of annihilation!

However, before their joy could last long, Wu Zuyuan's calm voice rang out again in the noisy hall, suppressing everyone's excitement.

"However, the alliance also has its prerequisites."

He told all the high-ranking human leaders present about Dijiang's harsh condition of "single-handedly killing a demon saint".

As soon as the words were spoken, the once bustling Martial Ancestor Hall fell into a deathly silence once more.

Slay the Demon Saint!

Although they had never witnessed the Demon Saint in action, they knew from the fragments of ancient records just how terrifying an existence of that level was!
That is a supreme being capable of directly confronting the most outstanding Great Witches within the Witch Clan, establishing an unparalleled Demon Court in the Nine Heavens, and ruling over all races in the primordial world.

Even the ten or so Martial Dao True Monarchs with the highest cultivation among the human race have only just touched the threshold of Taiyi True Immortal.

The difficulty of killing a genuine demon saint is so great that it's practically a pipe dream!

However, after a brief moment of shock...

Instead of that heavy feeling, there was a surging fighting spirit rising from the deepest part of his blood!
"Fight! Fight! Fight!"

I don't know who was the first to roar in anger!

Immediately afterwards, nearly a hundred human martial arts masters in the entire Martial Ancestor Hall raised their right fists in unison and let out a roar that could shake the heavens!

There was no longer a trace of fear or retreat in their eyes.

Only the indomitable flame of resistance engraved in our bones and blood!
The Wu tribe values ​​martial arts; would a human who has inherited the martial arts be afraid of a battle?!

Wu Zuyuan quietly watched his fellow clansmen below, their fighting spirit soaring to the heavens, a faint smile appearing on his face.

He knew that this was the greatest legacy that the martial arts he had created had brought to the human race.

That fearless heart that dares to throw a punch at any enemy!

He slowly raised his right hand and gently pressed it down in the air, and the once excited hall returned to its former quiet.

"This battle is of utmost importance; we must not act rashly."

Wu Zuyuan's voice became extremely solemn.

"The power of the Demon Saint is far beyond our imagination. Sending out all our forces will only increase casualties."

He paused, his gaze seemingly fixed on a vast, ever-flowing river beyond the sacred land of humanity.

Wei River!

This river originates from the ancestral vein of West Kunlun, flows eastward, traverses a large part of the prehistoric continent, and finally merges into the supreme water vein of the East Sea!

Its wide expanse and turbulent currents naturally separated the sacred land of humanity from the vast, untamed western continent.

"Issue my decree!"

Wu Zuyuan's supremely majestic Daoist voice resounded throughout the entire hall!

"Summon all martial artists in the clan who are comparable to or above the Xuanxian level, and build a magnificent city for me on the banks of the Wei River!"

"This city is the place where our human race defends against the demon race!"

"This is also the place where we slay the Demon Saint!"

……

Just as countless martial artists, their blood surging with energy, marched in a mighty procession to the banks of the Wei River, using their immense power to move mountains and fill seas to build that majestic city.

Such a massive commotion naturally could not escape the notice of the demon race's Heavenly Court, whose eyes and ears were spread throughout the entire prehistoric land.

In the western wilderness, on a majestic sacred mountain completely shrouded by endless demonic clouds, transformed into a realm of demons and monsters.

A terrifying demon god, resembling a horse but covered in ferocious tiger stripes and with wings on his back, stood silently atop the mountain.

His aura was as deep as the sea, and his every move caused the laws of heaven and earth around him to groan in despair!
It was Yingzhao, one of the four great demon saints who was ordered by the Demon Emperor to descend to the mortal realm to guard the west and hunt down human beings!
"Ok?"

Yingzhao's eyes, which were slightly closed, suddenly opened without warning!

His gaze seemed to pierce through the vast void for billions of miles, landing precisely on the banks of the Wei River, where the sounds of people were bustling and the smoke of battle was rising into the sky!
"Humans... dare to step out of the protection of Buzhou Mountain?"

A smile appeared on Yingzhao's face.

He naturally knew that the four great demon saints had descended to the mortal realm to each govern a region.

And the area he was in charge of was the western part of the prehistoric world, which was closest to the holy land of the human race.

However, Bai Ze, the strategist of the demon race, repeatedly ordered that none of them should easily approach the area within hundreds of millions of miles of Buzhou Mountain, so as not to provoke the Wu tribe, who were entrenched at the foot of the mountain, to intervene prematurely.

Yingzhao was filled with dissatisfaction about this.

He was an ancient demon god, with overwhelming ferocity, so how could he fear the mere witch clan?
If it weren't for the Demon Emperor's prior order, he would have already stormed into the foot of Buzhou Mountain and turned that human holy land upside down!

However, these ignorant human ants dare to venture out of the protective range of Buzhou Mountain and start building cities on the unobstructed banks of the Wei River.

In his view, such actions were tantamount to provoking someone to commit suicide!
How could he not be delighted?!
"Somebody come!"

Yingzhao's voice, filled with endless killing intent, resounded throughout the entire Demon Mountain.

"What are your orders, Lord Demon Saint?"

Several terrifying demon gods beneath him, whose auras had also reached the Great Luo realm, hurriedly bowed in respect.

"Issue my decree!"

Yingzhao, whose terrifying demonic aura, powerful enough to crush a sacred mountain, showed no signs of abating, slowly spoke.

"Gather all your demon kings and demon gods! Follow me to the Wei River!"

He paused, a sinister smile appearing on his face.

"I want to see just how these so-called humans are, with their three heads and six arms!"

"How dare you be so insolent right under my nose, Yingzhao!"

(End of this chapter)