Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

The ancestral witch Zhurong looked at the increasingly thick golden clouds of merit in the sky with a complex expression.

In the past, given his incredibly violent nature, he would have surely shattered the golden clouds of merit with a single punch.

but now

Zhu Rong looked down at the remaining members of her tribe. The Wu tribe, which once covered the entire prehistoric world, now numbered less than 10. Most of them were Wu tribes that Xing Tian had brought back from the human race. They were settled far from the core area of ​​Buzhou Mountain and were not affected by the great war!

It seems like a lot, but compared to the hundreds of millions of Wu tribes in the past, this number is not even as many as the population of a single Wu tribe.

Moreover, most of the clansmen were rescued from the Weak Water by Huang Long and other disciples of the saints; otherwise, the Wu Clan might have been left with only him and Xing Tian and other great witches.

These people gathered around him, their eyes filled with confusion and fear, and uncertainty about the future.

This was Zhu Rong, the most hot-tempered of the twelve ancestral witches, suppressing his anger.

He knew he couldn't fall; he had to carry on the remaining witch clan.

Right at this moment!

The expressions of the saints in the void changed drastically.

A dark, sinister doorway suddenly opened in front of Zhu Rong!

Inside the doorway, a huge wheel could be vaguely seen slowly turning, and countless souls rushed toward it.

Underworld!

The underworld opened up by Houtu.

It is the final resting place for all dead living beings.

"Zhurong, lead all the Wu tribes into the underworld."

A voice came from the doorway, soft yet carrying an undeniable air of authority.

Houtu's voice resounded in the ears of the Wu tribe, and also in the ears of everyone present.

The other saints showed no abnormalities, but Nuwa's expression turned extremely ugly.

A vast and oppressive force suddenly descended, instantly freezing Zhu Rong, Xing Tian, ​​and the rest of the Wu Clan in place, unable to move.

"Houtu, you want the Wu tribe to hide in the underworld, leaving the demon tribe to face the karma created by the two tribes alone." Nuwa looked at the cave entrance that exuded a sinister aura, her voice full of anger!

The Three Pure Ones, Jieyin and Zhunti watched this scene with great interest, but did not utter a word.

After a long while, a voice came from inside the door: "Sister Nuwa, may you come to my underworld for a visit?"

Nuwa was taken aback. She hadn't expected that Houtu wouldn't answer her question, but instead would invite her to the underworld.

However, she did not refuse, but instead sent a clone of herself into the underworld.

In just a few breaths, Nuwa's avatar returned, and the saintly pressure that had enveloped Zhu Rong and the other members of the Wu tribe also dissipated.

Clearly, Nuwa and Houtu reached some kind of deal, allowing Nuwa to let our people return to the underworld.

"Your Majesty!" Ji Meng, Ying Zhao, and other demon saints looked at Nuwa anxiously.

If the Witch Clan is truly allowed to return to the underworld, the Demon Clan will become the common enemy of all living beings in the primordial world.

Those creatures that have been oppressed by the witch and demon races will vent all their anger on the demon race.

Nuwa ignored the group of demon saints and instead focused her gaze on the Three Pure Ones.

"My three senior brothers, now that the demon race is no longer qualified to occupy the Heavenly Court, I wonder if the harsh and desolate northern border of the Primordial Wilderness could be left for the demon race to settle down?"

In the East, the Chan Sect exists, and the Primordial Celestial Venerable dislikes beings like demons the most. Moreover, the eastern part of the prehistoric world is rich in innate spiritual energy, and the demons bear a huge burden of karma.

In the southern part of the prehistoric world, there is a sect called the Human Cult. The vast human race was slaughtered by the demon race, leaving very few survivors. If the Supreme Saint is displeased, the demon race will be wiped out.

The western part of the prehistoric world is a place devoid of spiritual energy, and it is even less likely to be used to settle the demon race.

Only in the northernmost part of the primordial wilderness, a place of bitter cold, barren spiritual energy, and scarce resources, would all the sages presumably have no objection to settling the demon race.

"Since Junior Sister Nuwa has personally spoken, we must give her face," said the Sage Taiqing, stroking his snow-white beard.

Yuanshi Tianzun looked at the dense demonic energy emanating from the group of demons, his eyes filled with disdain, and nodded slightly!

The Tongtian Sect Leader had no objections. His path to enlightenment was the Great Dao of Interception, and even if the demon race committed heinous sins, he would still give them this glimmer of hope.

Seeing that the Three Pure Ones all agreed, Jieyin and Zhunti opened their mouths but said nothing.

After all, they were excluded from the East and regarded as Westerners.

"Thank you, three senior brothers!"

Nuwa thanked the Three Pure Ones after they agreed.

Then, Nuwa waved her hand, and all the demons present disappeared from their original positions, landing in the mountains of the northern frontier of the prehistoric world.

As the demons vanished, Houtu's voice rang out once more. "Zhurong, why haven't you led the Wu tribe into the underworld yet?"

"Little sister..." Zhu Rong began, her voice hoarse.

Zhu Rong was interrupted by Hou Tu as soon as she opened her mouth, "If the Wu Clan continues to remain in the prehistoric world, they will be burdened with immeasurable karma, and their extermination is only a matter of time."

Zhu Rong fell silent; he knew Hou Tu was right.

The Witch Clan is now few in number and, unlike the Dragon and Phoenix Clans, possesses the power to suppress the sea eye and the immortal volcano, thus continuously accumulating merit and dissipating karma.

The Wu tribe is of no benefit to the primordial world today.

Only the underworld!

Only in the realm of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, and only under the protection of Houtu, could the Wu tribe avoid extinction.

Zhu Rong looked at the underworld inside the dark doorway, then at her clansmen behind her.

Zhu Rong saw in their eyes a sense of resentment, confusion, and a yearning for life.

"Xingtian, lead your people into the underworld."

Although Xing Tian was unwilling, he had no choice but to obey Zhu Rong's orders.

"Walk!"

He shouted loudly and was the first to step into the dark doorway.

The great shamans, including Jiufeng, followed closely behind.

Then one by one, the witches silently entered the doorway.

Their steps were slow and heavy, because they knew that once they took this step, returning to the primordial world would be a matter of countless years.

From that time on, the Wu tribe disappeared from the vast and ancient world.

Only the underworld, only that place of reincarnation, is their final destination.

After all the witches disappeared into the doorway, Zhu Rong looked back at the sage in the void and the golden clouds of merit filling the sky, revealed a mocking smile, and then stepped into the underworld.

The dark cave entrance slowly closed.

As for other living beings?

They were rescued from the Weak Water by the disciples of the Sage, and now they are crammed onto huge spirit treasure ships, watching the Wu and Yao clans disappear, their eyes filled with bewilderment.

They have spirit beasts, spirits of plants and trees, and innate beings. They all come from this land beneath their feet, ravaged by the Weak Water.

But at this moment, they are all survivors, yet also homeless beings.

They don't have the protection of saints like Nuwa and Houtu above them, and no one will carve out a habitat for them separately.

What should they do?

Nobody knows!

We can only quietly wait for fate to take its course.

Just then, Jieyin and Zhunti saw the disappearing figures of the Wu and Yao races, and their gazes swept over the spirit treasure ships, finally landing on one of them.