Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

"Big brother...!"

Before Zhu Rong finished speaking, a crack appeared in the void.

Xing Tian, ​​Jiu Feng, and other great shamans led the shaman warriors out from within.

Accompanying them were a large number of humans (shamans).

Xing Tian stepped out of the spatial rift and came before the group of Ancestral Witches. He bowed and then recounted everything the demon race had done to the human race.

...Because Donghuang Taiyi personally intervened, they could only protect a portion of the sorcerers as they returned.

Upon hearing this, the twelve Ancestral Witches unleashed a torrent of bloodthirsty energy.

The Pangu phantom formed by the Great Array of Heavenly Gods and Demons solidified a bit in that instant!

That earth-shattering momentum put immense pressure on the demons within the Zhou Tian Star Array!

Dijiang instructed Xingtian, Jiufeng, and others to lead the Wuren tribe back to Buzhou Mountain first.

These humans are currently extremely weak. If the witch and demon races were to clash, the power emanating from the two great formations would be enough to cause their demise.

Not long after Xing Tian, ​​Jiu Feng, and the other members of the Wu clan left, a crack also appeared in the void on the demon clan's side.

Donghuang Taiyi, along with Xihe and Changxi, and countless demon armies, emerged from the spatial rift.

To the surprise of the Ancestral Witches, Donghuang Taiyi's aura was clearly different!

That is a weakness resulting from damage to one's very essence.

So weak was Donghuang Taiyi unable to conceal his aura, which was easily detected by the group of Ancestral Witches.

The group of Ancestral Witches were extremely shocked. Without the intervention of a Sage, someone had managed to inflict such severe injuries on Donghuang Taiyi.

"Injured?" Dijiang asked in a deep voice.

"Hahaha!"

Zhu Rong laughed loudly, "I never expected that a mortal could actually harm this scruffy bird!"

Zhu Rong still looked down on Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi, often referring to them as flat-feathered beasts or scraggly birds.

However, they still highly recognized Donghuang Taiyi's strength. In previous battles, they needed several Ancestral Witches to work together to restrain Donghuang Taiyi.

Gonggong stared wide-eyed at the weakened Donghuang Taiyi. "Then what are we waiting for? Let's attack!"

Gonggong wanted to take advantage of Donghuang Taiyi's weakness and directly engage in a battle with the demon race.

"Do not act rashly!" Zhu Jiuyin spoke, his voice carrying the unique fluctuations of the laws of time.

"Although Donghuang Taiyi was seriously injured, the Zhou Tian Star Formation was intact. Xihe and Changxi are also present. We are not at our peak, so we cannot break the Zhou Tian Star Formation."

Gonggong's face showed a hint of regret. If they were in their prime, they could have broken the demon race's tortoise formation right now.

Without Donghuang Taiyi, the other quasi-saints of the demon race, including Dijun, were not taken seriously by them.

"Are we just going to wait like this? Wait for them to use human blood and souls to forge a magical artifact that can restrain the bodies of our Ancestral Witches...!"

Zhu Rong's body surged with a bloodthirsty aura. He and Gong Gong had always been at odds, but now they were on the same side, a rare occurrence.

"Gonggong is right. Rather than waiting to be killed, we should fight the demon race to the death right now!"

"Fight to the death!" Dijiang looked at the two Ancestral Witches. "How shall we fight? With our still-recovering blood and energy? Or shall we burn our Ancestral Witch essence?"

Zhu Rong and Gong Gong exchanged a glance and fell silent.

Dijiang withdrew his gaze and looked at the demon race once more!

Without pausing, Donghuang Taiyi entered the Zhou Tian Star Array and disappeared into the North Heavenly Gate!

Meanwhile, the demon army was also shrinking its defensive lines, clearly indicating that it was no longer engaged in fierce battles with the demons.

They're waiting!

Waiting for the completion of the magical artifact that could restrain the witch clan.

"Walk!"

Dijiang finally gave the order, "Return to Buzhou Mountain!"

"Big Brother!" the other Ancestral Witches exclaimed in surprise.

I said, let's go!

Dijiang looked at the other Ancestral Witches, his voice carrying a hint of authority, leaving no room for doubt.

"If we start a war now, we will surely be defeated. Let's return to the Pangu Palace and discuss our strategy."

The group of ancestral witches remained silent for a moment before nodding in agreement.

In an instant, the twelve ancestral witches withdrew their blood energy, and the phantom of Pangu, with its head reaching the sky and its feet on the ground, slowly dissipated.

Dijiang personally took action and opened up a spatial passage leading to Buzhou Mountain.

Under the protection of the ancestral witches, the Wu tribe army returned to Buzhou Mountain one after another through the spatial passage.

High above, within the Zhou Tian Star Array, Fuxi watched the figures of the Wu Clan disappear into the spatial rift, a smile playing on his lips.

"A wise choice!" he said softly. "Unfortunately, the Witch Clan has no chance of winning."

Then Fuxi lowered his eyes, presiding over the operation of the Zhou Tian Star Array, guarding the last Northern Heavenly Gate.

At the foot of Mount Buzhou, in the Pangu Palace.

The twelve Ancestral Witches sat cross-legged on the earth, continuously devouring and refining the turbid energy from the earth veins gathered at the foot of Mount Buzhou.

"Gentlemen!" Dijiang spoke first, "As you all see, the current situation is as it is."

"With the Zhou Tian Star Array in place, I do not have an overwhelming advantage over the demon race."

"And Di Jun is currently forging a magical artifact that can restrain the bodies of us Ancestral Witches...!"

All the Ancestral Witches remained silent!

It was thought that the witch clan and the human clan would unite to produce offspring who would inherit the powerful physical body of the witch ancestor and possess a primordial spirit.

This was key to the rise of the Wu tribe.

Unexpectedly, the blood and soul of humans could not only purify demonic energy.

The magical artifacts they create are even more effective at restraining the physical bodies of the witch clan.

This is the most ironic thing: life and death are closely intertwined.

"What should we do then?" Zhu Rong's blood energy surged and fluctuated continuously. "We can't fight, and waiting is also a dead end...!"

"Perhaps..." Shebishi hesitated before speaking, "we can leave the Primordial World!"

"Leave the Primordial World!" Gonggong sneered. "Shebishi, do you want to hand over the world created by the Father God to those beasts?"

"Moreover, leaving the primordial world. Where to go? The underworld opened up by my little sister?"

"Can you guarantee that after the demon race conquers the prehistoric world, they won't turn their attention to the underworld?"

Hou Yi also spoke up, "The key to this great calamity lies between the Wu Clan and the Demon Clan. Only when one side is completely annihilated will this great calamity end."

Upon hearing this, the group of ancestral witches fell silent.

Under the Great Calamity, there is no compromise, no way out; only endless slaughter can bring an end to the Great Calamity.

This is something no one can change.

A profound silence fell over the hall.

Just then...!

A soft light quietly appeared in the Pangu Palace.

In the light, a figure slowly solidified, gradually revealing a clear outline.

She wore an earth-yellow long dress, her face gentle, yet her brows revealed an indescribable sorrow.

She was surrounded by a faint shimmering light, a light that isolated her from everything, making her seem as if she were independent of this world...!

Houtu!

He was once the youngest of the twelve Ancestral Witches, but also the one with the hardest fist.

Now he has become the ruler of the underworld, the embodiment of reincarnation.

"Houtu!"

"Little sister!"

"My little sister's back!"

The Ancestral Witch paused slightly, a look of surprise appearing on her face.

Only Hou Yi rose and bowed slightly to Hou Tu.

"My brothers!"

"Hou Yi!"