Simulating the primordial era? That's way too extreme.

Chapter 93 Hou Yi was too eager to improve!

Monsters from Shouyang Mountain are wreaking havoc in the Eastern Wilderness.

[An unspeakable demon-slaying villain is approaching the Northern Wilderness.]

A despicable and shameless thief has entered the Western Wilderness.

Jin Bing has occupied the southern wilderness.

Chief Jin is approaching Zhongzhou.

[His Majesty the Supreme Demon Emperor has arrived at his loyal Mount Buzhou today!]

……

Beneath the ancient and solemn Buzhou Mountain, a million-strong army stood in formation towards the mountain, along with more than five hundred Great Luo Golden Immortals. The sheer number of mid-to-high-level experts gathered there was enough to influence the celestial phenomena within the Buzhou Mountain area.

A murderous aura soared to the heavens, the primordial chaos churned, and the world changed color!

"You guys are really..."

At this solemn moment, Kim Byung watched with a mixture of amusement and exasperation as a group of surrendered high priests came to claim credit.

An excited Hou Yi stepped out from the group of great shamans, bow in hand, and volunteered for battle:

"Your Majesty, please allow us to attack the Pangu Palace first. The Wu tribe is currently in a state of panic, with nine out of ten houses empty. They are not worth fearing at all. As long as we go there and raise our banners, most of the twelve tribes will surrender without a second thought!"

"Yes, Your Majesty! Please give the order!"

Xiang Liu and Kua Fu, these two newly recruited traitors, were eager to make a name for themselves and stepped forward to volunteer for battle, one on the left and one on the right.

"There's no need to trouble the heavenly soldiers and generals to conquer the twelve tribes; we can handle that ourselves!"

We really want to improve!

"It's urgent again."

Kim Byung sighed, naturally understanding their intentions:

The reason these surrendered high priests were so eager to volunteer for battle was not only because they genuinely wanted to make merit and advance their careers, but also because they wanted to protect the peace of their hometowns!

After all, they were all fellow villagers who had gathered in the Pangu Palace for a barbecue. Although they had their own conflicts and their interests might have clashed in the past, the current situation was critical. If the million heavenly soldiers and generals under the Demon Emperor, who were eager to make a name for themselves, were to destroy the Twelve Divisions, it would be too tragic.

Rather than letting them resist stubbornly and be destroyed, it's better to give ourselves some credit by fighting and recruiting others to surrender at the same time, thus minimizing casualties and losses!

It was precisely because he took their multiple concerns into account that Kim Byung, after a brief moment of consideration, agreed to their request to fight.

"Very well, then this great achievement shall be bestowed upon you, esteemed shamans!"

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

The great shamans' eyes lit up, and they thanked them repeatedly. They immediately led a group of surrendered shaman soldiers, roaring as they charged towards the twelve tribes at the foot of Mount Buzhou.

Fellow villagers, I'm borrowing your help to earn some military merit!

"..."

Watching them rush out with such enthusiasm, Jin Bing was momentarily at a loss for words...

"Xuan Du".

Jin Bing suddenly looked towards Xuan Du, who was standing to his left:

What did you learn from this?

"what?"

Caught off guard by the question, Xuan Du was momentarily flustered, but he still managed to maintain his composure, and after a brief moment of thought, replied:

"This... Xuan Du has realized it. The Wu Clan isn't as loving and harmonious as outsiders imagine!"

Jin Bing nodded slightly:

"That's right, everyone believes that the descendants of Pangu are connected by blood, as close as brothers, and love each other dearly..."

"But in reality, even true brothers often don't give way to each other. Blood ties can't guarantee that they will always be of one mind, because they are ultimately two different people."

"The twelve tribes of the Witch Clan already had conflicts of interest among themselves, and their original bloodline hierarchy system further exacerbated the tendency for internal strife."

"Can the Ancestral Witches and the Great Witches truly be as close as brothers? Can the Great Witches and ordinary Lesser Witches be loving and affectionate towards each other?"

"Their hierarchy is incredibly strict, even more so than that of the dragons of yesteryear. Mere blood ties... are worthless in the face of personal gain!"

Jin Bing said earnestly:

"Whether one is close or not, there is a hierarchy... This applies not only to the witch race, but to all races. Therefore, those in power should never allow themselves to fall into the trap of race."

"It was a trap filled with bloodshed and tragedy..."

As he spoke, Jin Bing's eyes seemed to reflect the tragic scenes of his first life as a demon who slaughtered humans and incurred retribution, and his second life where demons and humans slaughtered each other...

He's been through too much already and doesn't want to go through it again!

Xuan Du seemed to understand something, but being young, he had not witnessed those things, so he gleaned other meanings from the Demon Emperor's teachings:

Blood ties should not be involved in politics... Is this why His Majesty the Demon Emperor has always refused to acknowledge his relatives in the East Sea?

He pondered these thoughts in his heart, but Xuan Du dared not utter them aloud...

……

[In the 374th year of the Demon Calendar, the sixth cycle, the second phase, you, as the Demon Emperor of the Equal Heavenly Court, led an army of over five hundred Great Luo Immortals and a million Mysterious Immortals and above to attack the twelve Ancestral Witch tribes at the foot of Mount Buzhou.]

[As fate would have it, Hou Yi and other surrendered high-ranking shamans launched a series of major attacks on the twelve tribes. The tribes were already extremely weak, and the eleven ancestral shamans, except for Di Jiang, were also demoralized. Thus, after a few symbolic battles, the twelve tribes surrendered to the Equal Heavenly Court.]

[A total of several million shamans from various tribes were captured, of whom only tens of thousands were capable of fighting... Forty-one high shamans were also captured. This battle was a great victory!]

Although your battle record was lackluster, you still generously bestowed many rewards upon Hou Yi and other meritorious shamans, much to their delight, who thought they had indeed made the right choice! Afterwards, you escorted the captured shamans, both high and low shamans, back to the Shouyang Mountain prisoner-of-war camp for labor reform...

Now, all twelve tribes have been defeated and surrendered, and eleven Ancestral Witches have received your courteous treatment. Only the eldest brother, Dijiang, remains missing.

After eradicating the Witch Clan, you have finally conquered the primordial realm. The Central Plains, the Four Wildernesses, and the Four Seas are all at your command.

[Next comes the final stage of the orthodox war in Heaven: conquering the Thirty-Three Heavens!]

The glory of victory is just around the corner...

At the foot of Mount Buzhou, Jin Bing set up camp. Under the witness of the ancient Mount Buzhou, which towers into the clouds, the Pingdeng Heavenly Court was preparing for this final battle.

"We apologize for any shortcomings in our hospitality during this military campaign, and hope the Ancestral Witches will not take offense!"

Jin Bing smiled as he met the eleven Ancestral Witches in the camp, but inwardly he was quite surprised:

Actually, it was quite unexpected. Before the great battle, he expected that the great ancestral witches would refuse to admit defeat and would fight him to the death, even personally stepping into the fray as quasi-saints!

After all, the Wu Clan had carved out this lucrative territory of Zhongzhou from the Heavenly Court. While abusing the slaves of countless demons, they clamored to flatten Shouyang Mountain. Their fighting spirit was extremely strong, and they didn't seem like the type to surrender at all...

"Gentlemen?"

Jin Bing finished speaking with a laugh, but no one in the tent spoke for a long time.

The atmosphere became awkward...

"cough!"

Hou Tu, the traitor, coughed, breaking the silence between the siblings and signaling them to speak so as not to embarrass the Demon Emperor.

The ancestral witches then seemed to awaken from a dream, with Zhu Rong being the first to speak in a deep voice:

"I'm not kidding, Little Dragon, you're too ruthless... We all surrendered willingly, yet you still managed to empty all twelve volumes!"

"that is!"

Gonggong, Qiangliang, and other hot-tempered ancestral witches also repeatedly voiced their support for Zhurong, their faces showing extreme displeasure!

It's no wonder they were unhappy, because after Jin Bing subdued the Wu tribe, he didn't act as everyone had imagined, remaining undisturbed. Instead, he swept up all the high and low-ranking Wu from the twelve tribes below the mountain and demolished everything that could be demolished, except for the Pangu Temple...

This made all the Ancestral Witches cry out in regret. If they had known this would happen, they should have listened to their eldest brother and fought to the death!

"Ha ha!"

Hearing the ancestral witches' dissatisfaction, Jin Bing remained unfazed and explained to them with a smile:

"Please rest assured, everyone. I have no intention of making things difficult for them. I am only taking them to Shouyang Mountain to give an explanation to the Ten Thousand Demons."

"After all, the Wu Clan is an enemy of all spirits and has committed many massacres. To appease public anger, they must be punished."

Zhu Jiuyin asked:

Will they die?

"Some will die, but most will not."

Jin Bing smiled as usual.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and Jumang asked again:

"When will you be back?"

Jin Bing thought for a moment:

"They're not coming back."

The atmosphere instantly became tense, and the faces of Zhu Rong, Gong Gong, and others turned extremely grim...

Jin Bing ignored them and turned to Houtu, asking:

"Does the Ancestral Witch Houtu still remember the promise she made to me?"

Houtu naturally knew what he was talking about and nodded:

"Remember."

"Alright!"

Jin Bing clapped his hands and laughed:

"The Sun Star Lord is currently on tenterhooks. The four wastelands, four seas, and central continent have all been pacified. It is time to prepare for the establishment of reincarnation."

"The captured witches since the start of the war will henceforth reside outside Shouyang Mountain, and the people to organize the cycle of reincarnation will be selected from among the tribes at the foot of Shouyang Mountain. Everything is entrusted to you!"

Houtu was taken aback at first, but then immediately realized that this was a decision that would greatly benefit the Wu tribe:

The entire clan is registered under the Shouyang Mountain household registration system, and the reincarnation is managed by the clan's ancestor, the Witch Clan. Nominally, manpower is selected from the myriad clans of Shouyang Mountain, but in practice, wouldn't that be...?

"Thank you, Demon Emperor!"

Houtu bowed to him solemnly.

Their back-and-forth banter created a harmonious atmosphere, but the assembled ancestral witches were utterly bewildered:

What is reincarnation? What agreement? How come we don't know anything about it?!

Girl, even though the brothers know you're the mole, you can't do this...

Also, the witch clan is all under the girls' control, so what are we supposed to do?!

Houtu had clearly thought of this as well, so she asked Jin Bing about it again:

"Could my brothers also...?"

"The matter of reincarnation is left to the ancestral witch Houtu to arrange."

Jin Bing smiled, and Houtu immediately understood. She thanked him again and explained the matter of "reincarnation" to her still bewildered brothers. This time, everyone's faces lit up with smiles again.

Even without the Wu tribe that could be controlled at will, being able to obtain a position in the cycle of reincarnation that covers all living beings in the primordial world is still a high position of power, isn't it?

Overall, it's a good deal...

Jin Bing watched all this and sighed softly to himself:

Ultimately, they were just a group of quasi-saints, and quasi-saints who had surrendered voluntarily. Even with the support of six saints, he couldn't treat them roughly, so he could only cede some of his benefits...

But just as he was feeling sentimental, a familiar yet unfamiliar figure suddenly approached:

"I know about the agreement between you and your sister."

Jin Bing was stunned. The person in his memory and the person in reality seemed to have merged into one...

Xuanming looked at him with a puzzled expression, not understanding why the little dragon was staring at him blankly, so he said again:

"But don't be careless. Now is not the time to think about establishing reincarnation... Eldest brother has the essence blood of all eleven of us. Although he can't set up the complete Heavenly God and Demon Formation, it's still no small matter!"

"Furthermore, he even went to see the Sun Star Lord, intending to join forces for one last desperate attempt... You'd better ask the Sage to prepare in advance, otherwise the danger is immense!"

Is she... concerned about me again?

Jin Bing was overwhelmed with mixed feelings, but she still tried her best to distinguish between the two people. This Xuan Ming was not her...

However, Xuanming's advice still served as a reminder to the somewhat complacent Jin Bing:

We haven't won completely yet. Dijiang, this quasi-saint, is still putting up a stubborn resistance. He might disregard the tacit agreement and make a rash move, which is extremely dangerous!

And then there's the Sun Star Lord, his master who treated him so well in his past life. He's probably already determined to fight to the bitter end. This final battle won't be that simple...

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(End of this chapter)