Primordial Era: Exceptional Comprehension, Destroying Buzhou Mountain at the Start

Chapter 1: All birds and beasts retreated, the Wu tribe triumphed, and in the forbidden land of Buzhou, the beasts pledged their loyalty; the beasts were subdued.

"Farewell, Qilin..."

After speaking, Zu Long unleashed his final killing move on his longtime friend, the Qilin Ancestor.

"I have lost. Come, my old friend, send me off on my final journey."

"I left you a gift before I left. You'll be very surprised, hahaha..."

Boom boom boom...

With a deafening laugh that shook the heavens, the physical body of the Qilin Ancestor, the patriarch of the beast clan, was shattered, and his soul was also destroyed.

With the fall of their clan leader and the deaths of countless clansmen, the once mighty beast clan of the primordial world came to an end.

In their pursuit of the Great Dao, the three races have fought for many years, leaving behind mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and countless skeletons scattered throughout the primordial wilderness.

Now, with the decline of the beast race, only the avian race of the Phoenix Ancestor and the scaled race of the Ancestral Dragon remain of the three former primordial overlords.

Zu Long won, but it was also inevitably tragic.

Years of friendship could not ultimately withstand the temptation of seeking the Tao.

Preserving the remaining tribes of the beastmen was his final act of kindness.

When the bird and scaled creatures, as victors, surrounded the territory of the beastmen, preparing to plunder their resources, they were stopped.

That is the Witch Clan!

The beast tribe's status is not in the Zhou territory.

To enter Buzhou Land, one must first ask the Wu tribe for their permission.

Without a doubt, Di Qing would never allow anyone to step into the forbidden area of ​​Buzhou.

But how could the two tribes possibly take the Wu tribe seriously?

This is destined to be another long and fierce battle...

To the surprise of Zulong and Phoenix Ancestor, the thirteen ancestral witches of the Witch Clan today are no longer the same ancestral witches who fought in the battle of the heavens.

With the blessing of Pangu's consciousness, no one can defeat them within Buzhou Land.

Ultimately, the thirteen ancestral witches of the Wu tribe joined forces to draw out the will of the father god Pangu, and defeated the arrogant other two tribes.

Zulong also lowered his proud head.

"In this great war among the three races, the beast race was defeated, and although my scaled race appeared to have won, we were actually on the losing side. The ultimate victor was actually your witch race. No wonder Fellow Daoist Qilin said he would give me a gift before he died. So that gift was you all, very well..."

Zu Long laughed in fury, yet he was powerless against Di Qing and the other Ancestral Witches, fully aware of the unique nature of the Witch Clan. He also knew that the Witch Clan could only display such power in the Buzhou Land. Finally, he angrily flicked his sleeves: "All members of the Scaled Armor Clan, obey my command and retreat..."

Zu Long ultimately chose to retreat, abandoning his intention to invade Buzhou Land and seize its resources. He knew that if he truly entered Buzhou Land, he would be no match for the Wu Clan and might even be captured by them. Therefore, he opted for retreat.

Zulong led the Scaled Armor Clan in retreat. The Phoenix Ancestor, witnessing this scene, was furious but could only shake his head and say, "Bird Clan, come with me."

There's no way out, truly no way out. We fought hard for years, losing countless members of our clan, only to end up like this. It's truly ironic.

As the First Dragon said, this battle appears to be a victory for the avian and scaled races. However, both the avian and scaled races suffered countless losses and consumed countless resources, hoping to make up for it with the accumulated wealth of the beast races. But now, unable to enter the Buzhou Land, they can hardly obtain the resources of the beast races. This is a huge loss.

On the contrary, the Wu Clan, having traded with the Qilin Clan before the battle and obtained a secret technique of destiny and one-tenth of the Creation Jade Butterfly fragment, suffered little loss during the battle. After the battle, they sheltered the Beast Clan. If nothing unexpected happens, the Beast Clan will belong to the Wu Clan in the future. The spoils that should have belonged to the Bird and Scaled Clan were instead divided up by the Wu Clan.

How could this not enrage the bird and scaled creature races? But no matter how angry they were, they dared not set foot on Buzhou Mountain.

Of course, the avian and scaled races also gained greatly. First, they eliminated the beast race, a formidable enemy, thus removing one obstacle from their path. This was something that the Ancestral Dragon and the Phoenix Ancestor could not compare to with countless resources.

Compared to the resources of the beast race, what the Ancestral Dragon and the Phoenix Ancestor desired most was for the beast race to lose its foundation for dominance. Now that this goal has been achieved, what does it matter if they suffer a little humiliation?

It was for this reason that Di Qing did not bring the flying birds and scaled creatures into Buzhou Land before the great battle began. Otherwise, given the unique nature of Buzhou Land, the outcome of this three-race war would have been truly uncertain, and whether the Qilin Ancestor would have perished would have been unknown.

As long as the Qilin Ancestor doesn't perish, this battle won't end. The Ancestral Dragon and the Phoenix Ancestor will also attack Buzhou Land at all costs. In that case, Buzhou Land will be damaged, and the Wu Clan might also suffer losses.

This was not the outcome Di Qing desired. That's why, aside from the unfortunate shift of the battlefield, he witnessed the fall of the Qilin Ancestor and the lamentations of the beast race before stepping forward to bring an end to the war between the three races.

The scaled and avian races retreated just like that. Di Qing gazed at them, not surprised at all, and even felt countless prying eyes on them. He transmitted his voice to the Primordial World: "From now on, Buzhou Land belongs to the Wu Clan. Without the permission of our Wu Clan, no one is allowed to set foot on Buzhou Land. In the past, Buzhou Land was a forbidden land for all living beings, and in the future, Buzhou Land will remain a forbidden land for all living beings."

Emperor Qing's warning, carried by countless prying eyes, spread throughout the entire prehistoric world.

At that moment, countless cultivators gasped in shock, and countless others fell silent.

"Hiss... This witch clan can actually borrow the will of the great god Pangu to help them, this is simply too terrifying."

"With such a trump card, the Witch Clan is practically invincible within the Buzhou Land!"

"Yes. That's the great god Pangu! With his will assisting us, how can we possibly resist? I doubt even the many ancestors could withstand him!"

"It seems that to deal with the Witch Clan in the future, we must keep them away from Buzhou Land. But the thirteen ancestral witches of the Witch Clan themselves..."

They were already incredibly powerful, and now they had even obtained the so-called secret technique of destiny from the three races. Even outside of Buzhou, dealing with the Wu Clan would be difficult. Moreover, if the Wu Clan couldn't win, couldn't they just run away? If they escaped back to Buzhou, wouldn't that be...?

"The Wu Clan truly lives up to their reputation as descendants of the great god Pangu. In this great battle between the three clans, all three clans ultimately lost, with only the Wu Clan emerging victorious."

Many cultivators discussed the matter animatedly, marveling at the strength of the Witch Clan's trump cards and their formidable power. They were also deeply impressed by the outcome of this three-race war.

Of course, many cultivators became increasingly wary of the Wu Clan. They dared not easily set foot in the Buzhou Land.

At this very moment, the Wu Clan, feared by countless cultivators, arrived at the Qilin Clan's territory.

Inside the Qilin clan's territory, Mo Lin, who had originally prepared to perish together with the flying and scaled clans, was somewhat stunned as he watched the two clans retreat. His feelings were even more complex upon seeing Di Qing, who had assisted the beast clan.

It could be shock, it could be resentment, it could be gratitude... Resentment towards Di Qing and the other Ancestral Witches, who clearly had the blessing of Buzhou Land, why didn't they show it sooner?

We are astonished that Di Qing possesses such a trump card while trapped in the Buzhou Land. We are grateful to Di Qing for saving the beast race this time.

Overwhelmed by a multitude of emotions, Mo Lin finally composed himself, his heart filled with profound感慨 (gǎnkǎi, deep feelings), and said, "Brother, oh brother, it was you who had the foresight to see the terrifying nature and future of the Witch Clan. I understand, and I know what to do. From this day forward, I will follow your will, watching the Witch Clan rise to a level comparable to the three races, watching them become the new overlords of the primordial world. And then, I will ensure that the schemes of the Flying Bird and Scaled Armor Clan are utterly annihilated."

Mo Lin's heart was filled with endless waves of emotion, but when he thought of his elder brother, the Qilin Ancestor's, last words and numerous calculations, which provided him and the beast race with a way out, the resentment in his heart completely dissipated, as if it had never existed.

With unwavering resolve, Mo Lin immediately flew forward to greet Di Qing and the numerous Ancestral Witches. Without the slightest hesitation, he bowed and paid homage: "Mo Lin of the Beast Clan pays respects to Ancestral Witch Di Qing. From this day forward, my Beast Clan will follow the Witch Clan."

Even a single sentence left Di Qing bewildered. Although Di Qing's elaborate plan, which included repelling the invasion of flying birds and scaled creatures into Buzhou Land, was intended to protect the remaining beast tribes for now, and to subdue them when the time was right. However, Di Qing also knew that his previous actions might have inevitably caused resentment among the beast tribes.

But now, Mo Lin has directly sworn to follow. Although the decline of the beast race is a foregone conclusion after this battle, even a starved camel is bigger than a horse.

Although the Beast Clan was devastated, with even the Qilin Ancestor perishing, they still retained considerable resources, which greatly benefited the sparsely populated Witch Clan.

Especially in dealing with the Luo Alliance in the future, the Beast Clan will be a great asset. If the Demon Clan rises in the future, the Beast Clan can also become a powerful weapon against them.

Di Qing remained calm and pondered for a moment before saying, "Fellow Daoist Mo Lin wishes to lead the beast race to follow our Witch Clan?"

"Yes! Our beast race suffered a crushing defeat this time. If it weren't for the help of the Ancestral Witch Emperor Qing, there would be no more beast race in the prehistoric world. We, the beast race, will naturally repay this life-saving grace."

"Moreover, my beast race has fallen to such a state, and our hearts are filled with hatred. We want to make the bird and scaled races pay the price. However, the beast race has little chance of revenge now. But the witch race is powerful, and I see an opportunity for revenge."

"We earnestly request that the Ancestral Witch Emperor Qing take in our Beast Clan, and we also earnestly request that the Ancestral Witch Emperor Qing avenge our Beast Clan in the future."

Mo Lin clenched his fists and knelt down to vent the cries in his heart.

Seeing Mo Lin's reaction, Di Qing didn't rush to answer. Instead, he looked at the other beast clans.

The other powerful members and clansmen of the beast race also followed Mo Lin, kneeling down and shouting, "We beg the Ancestral Witch Emperor Qing to take us in, and we also beg the Ancestral Witch Emperor Qing to avenge our beast race in the future."

The cries of the beasts echoed throughout Buzhou and resounded throughout heaven and earth.

Di Qing pondered for a moment, then finally said, "Very well, the Wu Clan will bear the hatred and grudges of the Beast Clan. From this day forward, the Beast Clan will belong to the Wu Clan, guarding the outer perimeter of Buzhou Mountain and intimidating all living beings."

"We obey!" Mo Lin and the other beasts shouted without the slightest hesitation.

Seeing this, Di Qing nodded silently, then said, "Mo Lin, I'm entrusting the beast race to you for now. First, heal the beasts' injuries, then cultivate diligently and accumulate strength."

"Yes, Emperor Qing Ancestral Witch!" Mo Lin nodded earnestly.

Di Qing then calmed down the many beast tribes and waited for them to settle down completely before returning to the core of Buzhou with the other ancestral witches.

Returning to the core of Buzhou, behind the Pangu Temple.

Many high shamans came to greet him. Di Qing smiled and chatted with them for a while before dismissing them.

The remaining ancestral witches looked at each other, as if they all wanted to say something.

Di Qing chuckled and said, "Brothers, say whatever you want!"

(End of this chapter)