Primordial Era: I rule the great sect and command all immortals.

Chapter 48 The Lich and Demon Races Each Leave Their Own Way Out

With so many disciples in the Jie Sect, Li Yunjing could probably only protect those around him by virtue of his influence among the three religions. As for anyone else, even if his two senior uncles, Laozi and Yuanshi Tianzun, gave him face, the two Western saints, Jieyin and Zhunti, would not allow him to preserve the vitality of the Jie Sect.

For this reason, Li Yunjing rarely befriended or cultivated fellow disciples who had no future, because these people either made it onto the Investiture of the Gods or went to the West, becoming outsiders.

Investing in them would be a complete waste of time and resources.

Li Yunjing had been in contact with sages too much, having followed the Three Pure Ones closely and observed Nuwa, Zhunti, and Jieyin. He was not ignorant of the power of sages, so he would not try to stop them or overestimate his abilities.

With the great calamity approaching, Li Yunjing instructed those around him not to leave the island before going into seclusion again to study the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation.

Back in Heaven, Di Jun and Xi He were still distraught and heartbroken!

Fortunately, Lu Ya was left behind as a child; otherwise, the Golden Crow clan would have been wiped out by the Witch Clan. As one of the most powerful innate demon gods, it was not an easy thing for Di Jun to have a child.

Over the years, the two have not been idle, but the merit of establishing a heavenly marriage is inexhaustible, and the Heavenly Dao will not favor the Golden Crow Clan, so it will not allow the Golden Crow Clan to grow stronger.

"Alas! Xihe, this time I plan to send Xiao Shi to the 'Nuwa Palace.' The war between the Lich King and the Demon King is imminent, and we cannot even control our own future. If we encounter a sage's scheme again, Xiao Shi's life will be in danger!"

After a long while, Di Jun looked at Lu Ya, who still had a look of fear on his face, and turned to Xi He and said these words.

"That's good! With the protection of Goddess Nuwa, no matter how the war between the Lich King and the Demon King ends, Xiao Shi will be fine." Xi He, who was still immersed in pain, lit up when she heard Di Jun's words and immediately agreed.

"Little Ten, when you go to Nuwa Palace, you must listen to Nuwa. Don't be willful, disobey the sage, or displease her."

Sensing the bleakness of the future, Xihe held Lu Ya tightly in her arms, gently reminding him that perhaps this parting would mean the end of their relationship.

"Yes, Father, Mother, I will definitely obey the Goddess Nuwa's words."

Having learned a painful lesson, Lu Ya has matured a lot and naturally knows that his parents have arranged a safe way out for him. But will he ever see his parents again?

Watching Xihe constantly instruct Xiao Shi, Di Jun's face showed bitterness. This was perhaps the only thing he, as a father, could do to help Xiao Shi. Li Yunjing's intervention made the Wu Clan and the Demon Clan feel the power of a sage, shattering all illusions.

Perhaps, the will of Heaven will not tolerate the power of the Witch Clan and the Demon Clan forever.

After the battle, it's likely that he, the Heavenly Emperor, Xihe, and his second brother Taiyi will all be unable to survive.

Three days later, Di Jun, accompanied by Lu Ya, traversed the Thirty-Three Heavens, entered the Chaos Realm, and arrived at the "Nuwa Palace".

"Your Majesty, rest assured, Lu Ya will never be harmed if he leaves the Nuwa Palace!"

Seeing that Di Jun brought Lu Ya, Nuwa naturally knew his purpose. With Laozi and Yuanshi blocking the way, she, a saint of the demon race, was helpless. As a saint of the Heavenly Dao, she naturally knew that the end of the Wu-Yao era was a foregone conclusion.

Since Dijun is preparing to entrust his son to her, she, as a saint of the demon race, naturally has to protect the only bloodline of the demon emperor.

"Thank you for your mercy, Your Majesty!"

Di Jun gave Lu Ya one last deep look, "Little Ten, listen to Goddess Nuwa and live well."

Finally, before Lu Ya could say anything, Di Jun's eyes reddened, his figure swayed, and he left the "Nuwa Palace." This parting was never to be seen again.

"Alas! Even a sage cannot stop the overwhelming tide!"

Watching Di Jun leave, Nuwa sighed and instructed Jin Ning to take Lu Ya away. The demon race could not be saved, but her brother Fuxi still needed to be saved.

Given her saintly status, the Three Pure Ones would surely grant her some face and spare Fuxi's life.

As the great calamity approached, the atmosphere in the primordial world grew increasingly tense. The twelve ancestral witches discussed the matter and each selected some members of their clans to send to the Nine Netherworld, thus leaving a way out for the witch clan.

Of course, those who were sent away were the weaker members of the clan. The main force was still intact. They had to go all out in the decisive battle against the demon race to defend the dignity of the witch clan and completely crush their sworn enemy.

Under these circumstances, Li Yunjing traveled back and forth to "Wuyi Mountain" several times. This cave was bound to emerge during the war between the witches and demons. In order to protect his lair and prevent others from taking it away, he had openly moved there in recent years.

Even near Wuyi Mountain, a human tribe was formed. Li Yunjing often manifested his immortal powers to teach the human people the way of cultivation and protect their safety.

The entire Wuyishan Grotto-Heaven and Blessed Land was shrouded in the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation, and wisps of terrifying aura spread for millions of miles. It was the demon army stationed here that had received orders from above to withdraw to the Thirty-Three Heavens.

During the last Yuanhui, besides returning to Jin'ao Island to listen to the Dao, Li Yunjing went to Kunlun Mountain and Shouyang Mountain to deliver spiritual fruits and tea to the two leaders, visit the two saints, and catch up with fellow Daoists from both sects, such as Xuandu, Yunzhongzi, and Antarctic Immortal. Now the three sects are one family, and they are still quite harmonious.

Li Yunjing still enjoys an excellent reputation among the Chan and Ren sects, and even the Twelve Golden Immortals dare not utter the comment about the Jie sect that Yuanshi Tianzun often mentioned.

129,600 years have passed in the blink of an eye. After years of cultivation, Li Yunjing's magical power has reached the peak of the mid-stage of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm. On this day, the entire prehistoric world was violently shaken.

Li Yunjing sighed, his magical power surging. He first used the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation to freeze the area of ​​"Wuyi Mountain" within a million miles, and then used the "Water Mirror Technique" to recreate the scene near Buzhou Mountain.

As the closest place between heaven and earth, this place is naturally the best location for the decisive battle between the Wu and Yao races. Over the years, many powerful cultivators who cultivated in Buzhou Mountain have long since moved away and fled. Apart from some ignorant nobody, no expert dares to stay in this place of trouble.

As dawn broke, countless soldiers of the Witch Clan had already gathered outside the Ancestral Witch Palace, and a chilling aura permeated the air.

In the huge plaza in front of the main hall, a platform a hundred feet high stands tall, with twelve huge furnaces placed at the four corners, spewing out raging flames.

In the middle of the high platform is an altar, on which is placed a giant statue of Pangu.

The twelve ancestral witches sat on the high platform, gazing at the nearly one hundred million witch warriors below the square, their hearts filled with excitement.

The square was filled with shamans, a vast sea of ​​people that stretched for hundreds of miles from the Ancestral Shaman Temple.

Below the high platform, in front of them were all great shamans, each possessing immense power. They were all top-tier beings among the Great Luo Golden Immortals, chasing stars and the moon, holding the sun and moon in their hands, and wielding boundless magical power.

(End of this chapter)