Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

"Your Majesty, please calm your anger!"

The demon master Kunpeng stepped forward, his sinister voice tinged with worry, "Houtu is now a sage...!"

Di Jun retorted angrily, "So what if they are saints? Our demon race also has saints!"

"But the sage Nuwa never cared about the demon race?"

"If Houtu were to attack the demon race during the war between the witches and demons, would the sage Nuwa stand idly by?"

Everyone turned their attention to Fuxi. "Rest assured, everyone," said the messenger. "Nuwa has informed me that Houtu has merged with the Dao in the underworld. She possesses the power of a sage there. Once outside the underworld, although she is above a quasi-sage, she is below a true sage!"

"Moreover, Houtu's ancestral witch form has been destroyed!"

"only.....!"

Di Jun asked, "Continue!"

Fuxi's expression was somewhat unnatural as he addressed Dijun, saying, "The Dao Ancestor has decreed that demons govern Heaven, and witches govern Earth; no more fighting is permitted within the Yuan Realm. Now that Houtu has entered the cycle of reincarnation and received merit from the Heavenly Dao, the witch clan's fortune will surely soar. As for our demon clan..." He paused, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes, "...the three hundred and sixty-five Great Luo Golden Immortals have not yet been gathered!"

The hall was deathly silent.

All the demon saints clenched their fists.

They were not afraid of death, nor were they afraid of war.

But this humiliation is more unbearable than killing them.

Even more terrifying is that this mark will be passed down through the cycle of reincarnation.

From then on, when newly born beings in the primordial world awaken their intelligence, they will instinctively know that the demon race belongs to the animal realm.

This blow to the fate of the demon race is devastating.

"Your Majesty." Bai Ze, the Demon Saint, stepped forward. This great demon, known for his wisdom, had a solemn expression. "Although Hou Tu's actions were humiliating, they also exposed a flaw."

Di Jun raised his eyes: "Speak."

"Houtu has attained the position of Sage," Bai Ze said slowly. "The Witch Clan has lost an Ancestral Witch, and the Great Array of Heavenly Gods and Demons is no longer complete...!"

Kunpeng's eyes lit up: "Bai Ze means...!"

"Without all the Ancestral Witches, the Witch Clan may not be able to summon the shadow of Pangu," Bai Ze said, enunciating each word clearly. "Without the phantom of Pangu, the remaining eleven Ancestral Witches are nothing to fear!"

Upon hearing this, Di Jun finally smiled.

"Bai Ze is right! Without the Heavenly Guardian Array of one Ancestral Witch, it can no longer threaten the demon race."

"However, to guard against any unforeseen circumstances, you must accelerate the cultivation of the Great Luo Golden Immortals of the demon race and gather the necessary materials for the Zhou Tian Star Array as soon as possible!"

"When the time for the next Yuan Dynasty arrives, I will wipe the Wu Clan from the primordial world!"

"Your subject obeys the decree." Bai Ze bowed.

All the demon saints responded in unison.

Inside the Lingxiao Palace, smiles filled the air.

At the foot of Buzhou Mountain,

The eleven powerful, murderous auras had just subsided!

"Houtu...didn't perish, but instead became a saint?!"

Zhu Jiuyin opened his Eye of Time, his eyes reflecting the scene of the Blood Sea Underworld, his voice trembling with disbelief.

"It's the aura of a saint, there's no mistake!" Di Jiang tore through space, stepped out of the Pangu Palace, and laughed loudly, "Hahahaha! My Wu Clan has a saint now!"

"The underworld... the six realms of reincarnation... good! good! good!"

Zhu Rong, his body wreathed in flames, smashed half a mountain with a single punch in excitement, declaring, "From now on, even if my Wu tribe's sons die in battle, they will have a final resting place!"

Gonggong remained relatively calm, but his eyes were filled with excitement: "That's not all. Houtu has been reincarnated and has gained merit from the Heavenly Dao, which will surely greatly increase the fortune of our Wu clan. Meanwhile, the demon clan has immeasurable karmic burdens. With this shift in fortune, let's see how arrogant those hairy beasts of the demon clan can be!"

Jumang, Rushou, Xuanming, Qiangliang, Yuezi, Tianwu, Shebishi—eleven ancestral witches appeared, each radiating overwhelming qi and blood, even causing Buzhou Mountain to tremble and tumble with huge rocks.

They sensed it.

It's not just about Houtu becoming a saint, but also about the establishment of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, and... Houtu's humiliation of the demon race.

"The realm of beasts... Haha! Well done, Houtu!" Zhurong laughed the loudest. "Those demon scum deserve to be beasts for generations to come!"

Dijiang frowned slightly: "Although Houtu has become a saint, she has lost her ancestral witch body and is now permanently imprisoned in the underworld, unable to return to the witch clan."

"Afraid of them?" Gonggong sneered. "The demon race has the Chaos Bell, and my witch race now has a sage! If war truly breaks out, although Houtu cannot leave the underworld, the sage's might can still intimidate Dijun and Taiyi even across the underworld!"

"We must not be careless," Zhu Jiu said in a somber voice. "From what I've observed over time, although the demon race's fortune has suffered a setback, it hasn't collapsed. Moreover, there seems to be a change brewing in the celestial realm..."

"Who cares about any variables!" Zhu Rong waved his hand. "Let's go to the Blood Sea first and see Sister Houtu! A sage has been born into our Wu tribe; this is a great joyous occasion and should be celebrated!"

Upon hearing this, all the ancestral witches nodded in agreement.

Dijiang took a deep breath and ripped his chest open with both hands...!

"Sizzle!"

A long crack appeared in the space in front of Mount Buzhou, revealing a passage leading to the depths of the Blood Sea.

At the other end of the passage, one could vaguely see the scarlet seawater, the pervasive malevolent energy, and the gloomy underworld.

"Walk!"

Eleven figures stepped into the spatial rift.

Above the sea of ​​blood, space suddenly exploded.

The violent energy of blood surged out like a tsunami, stirring up the blood sea that had just calmed down once again.

Eleven towering figures, as majestic as mountains, stepped out from the spatial rift, each radiating a pressure that would suffocate even a Grand Luo Golden Immortal.

Ancestor Styx's expression changed, and the karmic fire lotus beneath his feet automatically bloomed, protecting him at its core.

He recognized these figures—the ancestral witches of the witch clan!

The Three Pure Ones remained calm, their bodies radiating Daoist energy that kept the bloodlust emanating from the Ancestral Witches at bay.

Huanglong retreated behind Yuanshi, and the violent baleful aura did not even stir a hair on his head!

"Houtu!"

Dijiang spoke first, his voice shaking the sea of ​​blood.

Ripples spread across the barriers of the underworld, and Houtu's figure emerged from within.

She looked at her eleven brothers and sisters, at those familiar faces, and finally her eyes welled up with tears.

The sage's composure faded at this moment, replaced by the emotions belonging to the "Houtu Ancestral Witch".

"Big brother... all my brothers, Sister Xuanming," she called softly, her voice trembling slightly.

"Sister!" Zhu Rong strode forward, wanting to give Hou Tu a hug, but stopped three feet away from her—not because he was unwilling, but because he couldn't.

The sacred aura and the origin of the underworld flowing around Houtu made him instinctively feel a kind of "estrangement".

That's not estrangement, but rather a clash of fundamental principles.

Houtu lacked the fiery energy and blood that a ancestral witch should possess.

Zhu Rong's eyes reddened, but he forced a smile and said, "Good! Good! Becoming a saint is of course good! Although I no longer have the flesh and blood of the Wu clan...!"

"Sister Houtu." Xuanming stepped forward, the Ice Ancestral Witch's eyes filled with heartache. "You... are you really not coming back?"

This question reflects the sentiments of all the ancestral witches.

Houtu remained silent for a moment, then slowly nodded: "My body has merged with the underworld, and my true spirit is entrusted to reincarnation. Even if I leave the underworld, I will only be at the peak of the Quasi-Saint realm, without the power of the Ancestral Witch. Moreover..." She looked at the land of the underworld, "The Six Paths of Reincarnation have just been established, and I need to be stationed here to maintain its operation."

The ancestral witches remained silent.

They had already guessed this outcome, but hearing it with their own ears still left them deeply disappointed.

The twelve Ancestral Witches are of one origin, born together in the blood pool at the foot of Mount Buzhou. Now, one of them is missing, and she is the youngest sister...