Houtu is infatuated with me, so I made her lean against the wall.

Originally, even if Qin Ming had found the Tongtian Jianmu tree, he would not have allowed Mount Buzhou to collapse before obtaining the World Tree.

After all, Mount Buzhou was formed from the spine of the great god Pangu, and it contains a vast source and an indestructible nature.

If Mount Buzhou were to collapse, the very essence of the primordial world would be severely damaged.

Even if Nuwa mends the sky, Tongtian cuts off the limbs of the North Sea Black Tortoise to support the heavens and earth, and uses the Jianmu tree as a pillar to support the sky, the origin of the primordial world will still be greatly damaged.

At that time, the abundant innate spiritual energy of the primordial world will be transformed into acquired spiritual energy, and the primordial space will be extremely fragile. Even a full-force battle between a Primordial Golden Immortal could tear the space apart.

Not to mention the great battles between saints.

The reason for this is that whether it is the Five-Colored Stone, the limbs of the North Sea Black Tortoise, or the Ten Supreme Innate Spiritual Roots, the origin of the Tongtian Jianmu is too different from that of the Great God Pangu.

Even though it could support the heavens and earth for a time, it could not suppress the origin of the primordial world.

But now that we have the World Tree, things are different.

As a top-tier chaotic spiritual root, the World Tree contains a vast amount of the Great Dao's origin.

In addition, the World Tree has three thousand leaves, each containing a vast world.

If the World Tree is built upon the ruined Buzhou Mountain to form a pillar supporting the sky, then the primordial essence of the world will surge wildly.

After the successful creation of the Three Thousand Worlds, the Primordial World, as the main world, will reap even greater benefits.

As for the Twelve Ancestral Witches, Qin Ming had no worries whatsoever.

After all, the twelve ancestral witches suppressed the earthly evil energy, causing their bodies to be filled with dense evil energy.

Despite the Pure Lotus Array he set up, the twelve Ancestral Witches were also affected by the Earthly Fiend Qi, causing their primordial spirits to grow slowly.

This decisive battle between the Lich King and the Demon King will certainly have some impact on the Twelve Ancestral Witches, but it will also be an opportunity for them to break through their own limitations.

This opportunity should lie in the primordial spirits they were born from and in the Twelve Ancestral Witches Hall.

Therefore, Qin Ming was not worried about the safety of the Twelve Ancestral Witches at all.

Upon hearing Qin Ming's words, Yang Mei Ancestor and Liu Er nodded solemnly.

"Zhen Yuanzi, ring the Dao Bell to summon all your disciples to Penglai Immortal Island, Immortal Venerable Palace. Your master has important matters to discuss with you."

Having arranged everything, Qin Ming gave the instructions again.

After Zhen Yuanzi responded, he channeled his magic power and struck the Dao Bell on Penglai Immortal Island.

Immediately, bells rang out one after another, and no matter where they were, Qin Ming's disciples all returned to the Celestial Court.

The reason for this is that this bell was forged using the essence of the Pure World.

Everyone from the Chaos Three Immortal Islands lineage possesses a Pure White Lotus of grade 10 to 11.

This is standard practice for the Chaos Three Immortal Islands lineage.

Before long, all the second and third generation disciples under Qin Ming's tutelage, except for the three Suirenshi who guarded the Fire Cloud Cave, Qin Yu, and Huang Yun, gathered together.

"We pay our respects to our teacher (grandmaster)."

"No need for formalities!"

"The reason I have summoned you here today is because the final war between the Lich King and the Demon King is about to break out. You must not leave the Celestial Court and must quietly recite the Yellow Court within the Celestial Court."

Qin Ming looked around, observed the few new faces, and after a quick calculation, he understood the situation perfectly.

Today, the third generation of disciples of the Chaos Three Immortal Islands lineage, in addition to Guang Chengzi, the Three Immortals of Sanxiao and Zhao Gongming, also includes Pan Wang, the second disciple of Bodhi Patriarch, Lu Wu, the disciple of Lu Ming, and the four Asura Kings created by the Styx River: Mara, Brahma, Rakshasa, and Shiva.

In addition, there are Huang Yun's disciple Huang Long and Kong Xuan's younger brother Golden-Winged Roc.

As for other disciples, no apprentices have been accepted yet.

Upon hearing Qin Ming's words, the group nodded respectfully.

"Alright, everyone go your separate ways!"

"Mysterious Lord, the world is about to face a great calamity; humanity should prepare as soon as possible!"

After saying that, Qin Ming and Nuwa vanished together.

Now, he needs Nuwa's power of creation to accelerate the healing of his injuries.

Although he knew that Houtu should be out of danger, Qin Ming still couldn't help but worry.

He wanted to recover from his injuries quickly, and then sensed the location of Houtu.

Only when he was completely certain of Houtu's safety could he feel at ease.

Apart from Xuanjun and the Human Dao Saint, all the disciples of the Chaos Three Immortal Islands lineage returned to the Chaos Three Immortal Islands. When they were reciting the Yellow Court Classic, the primordial world was also shrouded in a massive calamity aura.

The pitch-black aura of calamity swept past, startling all the primordial cultivators into trembling, causing them to close their mountain gates tightly and dare not show themselves.

As time passed, less than a century remained until the three-thousand-year deadline agreed upon by Di Jun and Di Jiang.

At this moment, both the Witch Clan and the Demon Clan are making intensive preparations for the great battle.

Especially the demon race. Every day, under the leadership of Fuxi, Kunpeng and the eight great demon saints, the demons practiced the Zhou Tian Star Formation, and their battle cries shook the heavens.

After all, this battle is crucial in determining whether they can ultimately defeat each other and become the protagonists of the prehistoric world.

The Primordial Heavenly Court, the Lingxiao Palace.

Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi have been in the weapon-refining chamber for thousands of years.

In front of the two, at the center of the intense solar fire, floated a jet-black longsword emanating a murderous aura and resentment.

From within the longsword, ghosts howled and wolves howled, their voices mournful and piercing.

This is precisely the vengeful spirit of humans formed by the demon race taking the souls of humans and tormenting them day by day using secret methods.

As time passed, less than ten years after the Lich War, this jet-black longsword suddenly shot into the sky.

The cries of swords echoed throughout the thirty-three heavens.

At the same time, a chilling killing intent and resentment permeated the entire Thirty-Three Heavens, causing the demon race to tremble in fear as they stared in terror at the phantom of the divine sword in the sky.

Fuxi's eyes flickered, and a hint of reluctance appeared on his face.

Others saw the longsword's power and its sinister nature.

But what he saw was countless humans screaming and struggling in agony within the longsword.

He was unaware of the demon race's massacre of the human race.

Otherwise, he would definitely stop it.

But now that things have come to this, he has no way to stop it.

However, Fuxi began to doubt whether joining the demon race was truly the right choice.

Fuxi was at a loss.

"Boom!!!"

As the sword's cry echoed continuously, a massive cloud of tribulation suddenly gathered in the sky.

In an instant, lightning bolts rained down, striking the divine sword relentlessly.

Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi were shocked and were about to make a move when they saw the divine sword suddenly pierce through the air, its chilling sword energy severing all the incoming lightning.

That wasn't all. The divine sword that severed the lightning shot through the air and plunged into the tribulation clouds, unleashing its sword energy.

In an instant, sword energy swirled within the dark clouds of tribulation.

Upon seeing this, Di Jun's face lit up with excitement.

"Very well, with the Slaughtering Witch Sword possessing such power, why should we fear the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation of the Witch Clan?"

"In this battle, our demon race will surely prevail!"

As Di Jun finished speaking, the morale of the demon race, which had been filled with fear, soared, and they roared, "The demon race will win! The demon race will win!"

The deafening shouts pierced the sky, and could be heard even by cultivators tens of thousands of miles away in the Heavenly Court.

At this moment, at the foot of Mount Buzhou, a large number of Wu tribesmen gathered, led by the twelve Ancestral Wu with profound auras.

Hearing the demon's furious roar, Di Jiang sneered, "The demons will surely win?"

"You frogs in a well, it's time to let you know the true power of Pangu!"

"The Twelve Ancestral Witches' Palace, rise!"

Instantly, the twelve Ancestral Witch Temples scattered throughout the primordial world trembled in unison, and dazzling light shot straight into the sky.

The power of the innate treasure spread outwards, leaving all the ancient cultivators dumbfounded.

"How...how is this possible!"

"How could the Witch Clan possibly refine innate spiritual treasures?"