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Di Jun clenched his fists tightly.

He raised his head and looked at the figure in blue on the altar, forcibly suppressing the killing intent in his eyes.

He took a deep breath and said:

"...Withdraw the troops."

The moment those two words were uttered, the world fell silent.

Donghuang Taiyi suddenly turned his head to look at Dijun, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Below, the massive demon army was in an uproar and in great turmoil.

The demon saints, including Ci Tie, were completely dumbfounded.

Your Majesty... actually gave in?

In front of the witch clan and everyone else?

Di Jun stopped looking at anyone, turned around abruptly, and flicked his sleeves.

"Walk!"

His voice was icy, filled with endless humiliation. His figure transformed into a dazzling golden light, breaking through the void and disappearing without a trace.

Donghuang Taiyi's chest heaved violently as he stared intently at Xuandu.

Finally, the Chaos Bell trembled violently, swept up his figure, and followed Emperor Jun away.

As soon as the two demon emperors left, the terrifying pressure that had sealed off the heavens and earth suddenly dissipated.

The demonic clouds, as if losing their support, began to slowly dissipate.

Sunlight shone down on the earth again, illuminating the devastation, but also the ecstatic joy of countless humans who had survived the catastrophe!

"They've retreated! The demon race has retreated!"

"We survived! Humanity is saved!"

"Master Xuandu!"

A roar erupted, filled with tears and excitement.

The three ancestors, Suiren, Youchao, and Ziyi, also wept bitterly and bowed deeply in the direction of Xuandu.

The twelve Ancestral Witches stood at a distance, watching this scene with different expressions.

Dijiang's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he whispered:

"What a shrewd Xuan Du! He actually forced Di Jun and Tai Yi to retreat!"

Houtu gazed intently at the figure on the altar, her heart filled with turbulent emotions.

This person... will surely have a place in the future primordial world!

Zhu Rong snorted, but didn't say anything more.

A hint of apprehension flashed in Gonggong's eyes.

Seeing this, the Wu tribe army, at Dijiang's signal, slowly withdrew their evil aura and did not take the opportunity to launch an attack.

Today's events have been enough to humiliate the demon race, and our objective has been achieved.

And at this moment, atop the altar.

Xuan Du stands alone, his robes fluttering gently in the breeze.

He did not look at the retreating demons, nor did he pay attention to the ecstatic humans or the witches with their differing thoughts.

His mind had completely sunk into his sea of ​​consciousness.

Just as Di Jun announced the withdrawal, the demon race's mind was made up!

The long-awaited system notification finally rang in my mind!

[Ding! Detected that the demon race has abandoned its plan to slaughter humans to forge the Witch-Slaying Sword!]

[Reward Distributed: Successfully unlocked the Cultivation Techniques Summary Feedback Function!]

[Begin calculating the insights and experiences of all disciples of the Jie Sect regarding the cultivation technique...]

Become!

It's finally unlocked!

Xuan Du was overjoyed beyond words!

"Once the calculations are complete, I'll be able to completely overcome my last weakness!"

"At that time, the realm of the Primordial Golden Immortal will no longer be merely empty words."

His heart was pounding, but his face remained calm.

It was only by sheer luck that they were able to force Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi to retreat.

If it weren't for the prestige of the Jie Sect and the karma of Nuwa, the more crucial reason would be...

His gaze shifted to the twelve towering figures not far away.

If it weren't for the Twelve Ancestral Witches descending at that moment, restraining the Demon Court and making Emperor Jun and Donghuang Taiyi even more hesitant to act rashly.

It won't be so easy for me to give up the idea of ​​the demon race forging the witch-slaying sword.

After all, they might have retreated because of the Jie Sect, but that wouldn't necessarily stop them from forging the Witch-Slaying Sword.

"The Witch Clan..."

Xuan Du began to ponder.

Since the birth of humankind on the primordial land, they were as weak as ants and suffered constant bullying.

The demon race viewed them as food and hunted them indiscriminately.

The Wu tribe, being sworn enemies with the demon tribe and not cultivating their primordial spirit, did not deliberately protect the human race, but they still helped the human race a great deal.

Moreover, because the Wu tribe liked to feed on the demon tribe, they often hunted and killed the demon tribe.

This also inadvertently eliminated many threats to the human race and alleviated some of the pressure.

Humanity should remember these causes and effects.

With his thoughts settled, Xuandu no longer hesitated.

He took a step forward, his figure faded away, and in the next instant he appeared in the void in front of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

Cup your hands, bow, and pay your respects.

The movements were executed flawlessly, with neither arrogance nor servility.

"Junior Xuandu thanks all the senior Ancestral Witches for their help just now."

His primordial Daoist aura flowed naturally, and his voice was clear and melodious as he spoke:

"If it weren't for the timely arrival of our predecessors, things would likely have turned out very badly today."

The twelve Ancestral Witches all turned their gazes to him.

Whether out of curiosity, scrutiny, admiration, or still with a wild indifference.

The Ancestral Witch of Space, Dijiang, spoke first, his voice booming like a bell, causing the void to hum:

"Young man, there's no need to thank us."

"We have come not for you, nor for the human race."

His gaze was sharp as a knife, sweeping across the direction the demons had retreated, filled with undisguised killing intent.

"The fact that Emperor Jun and Taiyi have mobilized such a large demon army to blockade the coast of the East Sea must mean they have some earth-shattering scheme."

"The lich and the demon are irreconcilable enemies; how can we sit idly by and watch the demon race run rampant?"

"But you..."

Dijiang changed the subject, looking back at Xuandu with a hint of inquiry in his eyes.

"A mere human being has actually attained the Primordial Dao within a century, and even become a direct disciple of the Heavenly Master..."

"interesting."

The ancestral fire god Zhurong, his body engulfed in flames, laughed heartily, his voice scorching:

"good!"

"To force those two scruffy birds to swallow their anger..."

"You little brat, you've got guts! You dare mess with my temper, Zhu Rong!"

Gonggong, the ancestral witch of water, snorted coldly, and black water surged beneath his feet:

"It's nothing more than taking advantage of the situation and playing mind games."

Even so, his gaze toward Xuandu held less of the initial disdain.

Xuan Du's expression remained unchanged, and he cupped his hands in greeting once more:

"What the seniors said is true; I was indeed taking advantage of the situation."

"However, the arrival of our seniors has inadvertently helped us juniors gain momentum, and that is a fact."

He paused slightly, his gaze sweeping over the twelve ancestral witches, his tone becoming more sincere:

"Moreover, since the birth of humankind in the primordial world, progress has been arduous."

"Although the Wu tribe did not deliberately protect them, they shared the burden on the human race and reduced casualties by hunting and eating the demons."

"Humans may be too weak to repay such kindness, but they will always remember it in their hearts."

"Today, on behalf of the human race, I would like to express my gratitude to the witch race for their indirect assistance in the past."

Upon hearing this, the expressions of the ancestral witches changed slightly.

They act as they please, hunting demons for food and revenge, never caring about the opinions of humans who are like ants.

But being thanked so solemnly by Xuandu at this moment, he felt quite pleased.

In particular, he is a Hunyuan Golden Immortal with boundless potential and a profound background.

Houtu, the ancestral witch, moved with light, lotus-like steps, her pale yellow palace dress fluttering gently in the wind.

Her beautiful eyes fell on Xuan Du, and she said in a gentle voice:

"You're too kind, young friend Xuandu."

"The Wu tribe acts solely according to their conscience, without seeking anything in return."

"However, young friend, you still haven't forgotten your clan, and are willing to do everything in your power to protect them, even at the cost of standing against the Demon Court..."

"This ambition and aspiration are truly remarkable."

Her words carried a hint of admiration.

As the ancestral witch of the earth, she governs the land, and her care and compassion for all living beings far surpasses that of other ancestral witches.

Xuandu's move pleased her greatly.

Xuan Du bowed slightly:

"Senior Houtu is too kind. We are connected by blood and born from the same source; this is instinct."

A strange light flashed in Houtu's eyes, and she nodded slightly, saying nothing more.

Thunder Ancestral Witch Qiangliang's body crackled with lightning, the sound like muffled thunder.

"Enough with the nonsense! Xuan Du, you are a Primordial Golden Immortal and are valued by a sage. Your potential is limitless."

"If the demon race dares to oppress the human race again, or cause you trouble, you may send a message to the witch race!"

He patted his chest, and lightning flashed.

"We may not have much else, but the fists of our Wu tribe men are hard enough!"

Although these words are rough, they carry the straightforwardness unique to the Wu tribe.

Xuan Du knew that this was the highest way the Wu tribe could express goodwill.

He solemnly cupped his hands in greeting:

"I will always remember Senior Qiangliang's kindness."

After all his brothers had expressed their opinions, Dijiang waved his hand:

"Now that this matter is settled, we should head back."

After saying this, the Twelve Ancestral Witches said no more.

Dijiang gave Xuandu a deep look, and ripples spread through the space around him.

"Walk!"

He let out a low shout, turned around first, stepped into the void, and disappeared.

The other ancestral witches also set out.

Zhu Rong was enveloped in raging flames, which then dissipated into flowing fire.

The black water surged up beneath Gonggong's feet, and his body sank into it.

Qiang Liang vanished in a flash of lightning.

Houtu nodded slightly to Xuandu, and her pale yellow figure slowly faded away, merging into the earth.

In the blink of an eye, all twelve towering figures had departed, and the overwhelming murderous aura dissipated as well.

Only the lingering scent of the wilderness in the air proves that they once descended upon this place.

The coast of the East China Sea has completely returned to calm.

The ominous clouds dispersed, and the sun shone brightly.

The millions of humans below, seeing that the Witch Clan had also left, felt their last trace of tension dissipate and erupted in thunderous cheers.

"We survived!"

"It was Master Xuandu who saved us!"

The roar was like a tidal wave, filled with tears and excitement.

Suirenshi, Youchaoshi, and Ziyishi supported each other, their eyes filled with gratitude as they gazed at the figure in blue on the altar.

Xuan Du stood atop the altar, his expression calm, showing no sign of relaxation despite having driven back the demons and sent away the witches.

He focused his mind, sensing the system within his sea of ​​consciousness.

[Ding! All disciples of the Jie Sect have completed the calculation of their cultivation technique insights and experience!]

[Initiating real-time synchronization of insights and supernatural abilities gained from the Intercepting Sect's Myriad Immortals Techniques... Synchronizing...]