Primordial Era: A Counterattack Against Hongjun Daozu at the Start

In her eyes, the other party's vision and strength were not to be underestimated.

And it seems to have some inextricable connection with Tongtian.

Perhaps it can reveal some information that only saints know.

Zhou Yi, who was about to put the food in his mouth, stopped immediately upon hearing this.

I never expected Hou Tu to ask such a question.

She unconsciously looked up at the sky, pondering something in her mind.

If I reveal some secrets that I shouldn't have said, will it cause unnecessary trouble?

Just as she was lost in thought, she suddenly noticed that the sky was beginning to darken.

Black clouds gathered from all directions.

"Is this a warning from heaven? It seems to want me to stop talking."

Zhou Yi chuckled inwardly and quickly changed the subject.

"I'm not sure about that either. If we only consider top-tier combat power, your two sides are roughly equal in strength."

"But in terms of grassroots combat effectiveness, the Wu tribe is clearly slightly superior."

"As for the mid-level forces, as far as I know, the number of demon generals among the demon race far exceeds that of the great shamans among the witch race."

Zhou Yi's answer did not touch on any confidential information; it was simply an objective analysis of the current situation of the two races.

After she finished speaking, she looked up at the sky.

Only after confirming that the dark clouds had stopped gathering did I feel relieved enough to continue enjoying my meal.

Hou Tu frowned slightly, dissatisfied with Zhou Yi's answer.

She thought to herself that this was just a general analysis.

But her intuition told her that Zhou Yi must know a lot of inside information.

It seems we need to try another approach.

"I think we have a better chance of winning, after all, we still have some cards up our sleeves."

Hou Tu spoke casually on the surface, but his eyes were fixed on Zhou Yi, trying to catch any changes in her expression.

Zhou Yi hesitated for a moment, his mind racing.

The Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation is indeed extremely powerful. If we were to compare them, it would be slightly stronger than the Celestial Stars Formation.

However, with Houtu becoming a saint and being trapped in the underworld, the Wu tribe's escape route was completely cut off, and the changes that followed were truly unpredictable.

"The demon race may also have its own secret weapons."

Zhou Yi said softly, not wanting to discuss the topic further.

However, Hou Tu's gaze remained fixed on her, increasing the pressure on her.

Zhou Yi's calm attitude made Hou Tu increasingly feel that there must be something hidden.

If it were someone else, they would definitely be eager to know what this so-called secret weapon is.

Zhou Yi's composure suggests that she had foreseen this.

Moreover, there seemed to be a deeper meaning behind her words.

Could it be that the demon race really has some powerful methods to deal with the witch race?

Hou Tu thought about it more and more and more, and it seemed more and more likely.

At this moment, the Book of Changes became even more mysterious in her eyes.

"When this guy came to me asking for the cultivation technique, who could have imagined that he would reach such a level within a hundred years? There must be something I don't know about behind this."

Hou Tu stared intently at the Book of Changes.

Zhou Yi felt extremely uncomfortable being looked at.

"Let's stop talking now and chat while we eat. You should also try the wine I brewed." Zhou Yi hurriedly brought out his own fine wine, trying to change the subject.

She looked up at the sky and saw that the clouds had thickened. She secretly rejoiced; she had almost revealed a secret earlier by saying a few too many words, but thankfully she hadn't been struck by lightning.

At this moment, she dared not say anything more, for fear of accidentally saying the wrong thing and causing unnecessary trouble.

……

Inside the desolate city, Fang Yun and Yu Hao walked side by side on the bustling street, watching the crowds hurrying by.

Many humans have already embarked on their cultivation journey, all thanks to the cultivation methods invented by Zhou Yi, which allow at least half of human newborns to successfully enter the realm of cultivation.

As for subsequent cultivation, it depends on the methods left behind by Yao Yan and others. Logically speaking, this should be the best development path for the human race.

However, Fang Yun had an unresolved problem in his heart: the method he practiced could not be widely spread in this world.

Those words full of righteousness, once written down, become Taoist texts and can no longer be imbued with righteousness.

Otherwise, he believed he could enable more humans to become cultivators.

"What's wrong? You look so worried." Yu Hao keenly noticed Fang Yun's change in mood. Perhaps it was because the two of them had become close after they had clashed with Nuwa together.

"It's nothing, it's just that the methods I practice aren't quite working here." Fang Yun shook his head helplessly. "I just can't find a way to pass them down. The script here ultimately doesn't belong to us."

Yu Hao had some understanding of Fang Yun's methods. Although the Righteous Qi had a certain suppressive effect on him, the power it contained was indeed immense.

But he always felt that this method was missing something, which caused Fang Yun's cultivation to stagnate.

"I see you are particularly concerned about the matter of spreading the Dharma. Do you need to accumulate power through disciples?" Yu Hao's eyes were sharp, directly pointing out the crux of the problem.

Fang Yun nodded slightly, agreeing. In this world, the Path of Righteousness was created by himself, and the Righteous Qi he could use was limited to what he generated himself.

I originally thought that I could cultivate scholars on a small scale by making books using my own Taoist script, but I found that it was impossible because these scripts could not contain articles that could generate a righteous spirit.

"So you need a script that belongs to the human race, one that can carry your writings and transmit your teachings, right?" Yu Hao pointed out the problem incisively.

Fang Yun said, "You're absolutely right."

However, just as Fang Yun was full of hope, Yu Hao poured cold water on his enthusiasm.

"Have you realized that since we came into this world, it has already forced us to undergo certain changes?" he pointed out. "What is said and what is heard here will become the language of this world. Therefore, even if you know this, you are not guaranteed to succeed."

Fang Yun's eyes instantly dimmed from bright. The problem Yu Hao mentioned was indeed thorny, but now that he knew the key, he wouldn't give up easily. In a flash, he thought of the Book of Changes and ran outside without hesitation.

Yu Hao was taken aback by this sudden action and, worried that Fang Yun had suffered some kind of shock, asked loudly where he was going. Fang Yun replied as he ran, "I'm going to find the Ancestor of Humanity; maybe she can help."

Seeing this, Yu Hao hurriedly followed. He was surprised to find that Fang Yun, who usually seemed ordinary, was so agile that he could not catch up with him by physical means without using magic.

After leaving the city, Fang Yun searched everywhere and quickly found Zhou Yi's aura, then rushed in that direction anxiously.

At this moment, Zhou Yi was dealing with Hou Tu's questions, which she could not answer directly and could only try to avoid the topic.

Just then, she saw Fang Yun rushing over, and her eyes immediately filled with anticipation, thinking: My savior has arrived.

Upon seeing someone arrive, Hou Tu stopped asking questions, understanding that some things are better known to as few people as possible.

After the crowd dispersed, Zhou Yi breathed a sigh of relief. Curious about Fang Yun's sudden visit, he asked, "Fang Yun, why are you in such a hurry? Is something the matter?"