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

As the lich and demons gathered around Mount Buzhou, the aura of calamity surged wildly in the sky.

The pitch-black aura of calamity emanated a chilling aura.

The beings of the primordial world felt an impending calamity and dared not roam freely. They quickly returned to their caves, tightly closed their gates, and dared not take a single step out, fearing that they would be drawn into the war between the lich and the demon, thus destroying their years of arduous cultivation.

The powerful beings of the primordial world displayed their supernatural abilities and used profound light techniques to focus their gaze on Mount Buzhou, quietly awaiting the decisive battle between the Lich King and the Demon King.

Even the saints and the Great Luo Golden Immortals of Hunyuan stopped their seclusion and preached, their eyes fixed on the final battle between the Lich King and the Demon King.

In the primordial world, above the East Sea, on the celestial island of Yingzhou, within the palace of Nuwa.

Nuwa and Qin Ming sat facing each other. The rich energy of creation, combined with the Three Lights Divine Water, poured into Qin Ming's body, continuously repairing his damaged origin and martial arts golden body.

Between the two was a huge water mirror, and the scene reflected in the mirror was none other than Mount Buzhou.

"Ugh!"

Looking at the densely packed witch and demon races on and around Mount Buzhou, Nuwa sighed deeply.

Especially when he saw the Slaughtering Witch Sword in Di Jun's hand and Fu Xi standing beside Di Jun, the complexity in his eyes grew even stronger.

The Slaughtering Sword was forged from the souls of billions of humans. As the Holy Mother of Humanity, she was unable to help humanity when it was in distress.

It's not that it's cold-hearted, but that it's impossible.

For humanity to become the eternal protagonist and completely control its own destiny, it needs not only to endure countless calamities and tribulations, but also to comprehend the principle that human will can overcome fate.

Certainly, she can lend a helping hand when humanity is in trouble.

It can help humanity overcome this crisis, but what about next time, and the time after that?

Moreover, even if the human race successfully overcomes the three calamities and nine tribulations and becomes the eternal protagonist of the prehistoric world, how can a human race that lacks fighting spirit and only relies on others be worthy of the name of the eternal protagonist?

At that time, the human race will become livestock for the great powers of the primordial world to obtain their fortune. They may seem to have endless glory, but in reality, they will not be able to control their own life and death.

As the Holy Mother of Humanity, how could Nuwa allow humanity to fall into an abyss of no return simply because of a moment of weakness?

And there's Fuxi.

She and Fuxi were born together and went through countless cycles of time. From the moment she gained sentience, they discussed the Dao and comprehended the Dharma together, advancing hand in hand.

In the Purple Cloud Palace, Fuxi did everything in his power to seize the opportunity to obtain the futon for her.

Although this opportunity was ultimately useless to her, she still needed to accept Fuxi's kindness.

Now, Fuxi has joined the demon race and become the Demon Emperor Xi.

But as the decisive battle between the Lich King and the Demon King was about to begin, she knew that Fuxi was in danger of perishing, but she could only watch helplessly as the excruciating pain throbbed through Nuwa's primordial spirit.

Seeing Nuwa's worried expression, Qin Ming shook his head slightly and comforted her:

"Fellow Daoist Nuwa, every drink and every bite is ordained by Heaven."

"Humans have their own path to walk."

"Although we are the Holy Father and Holy Mother of humankind, we cannot decide the path that humankind must take in the future."

"Billions of humans suffered endless calamities, turning into malevolent spirits. The witch-slaying sword they forged was extremely ferocious. However, as long as the human race's will remains firm, the malevolent spirits of billions of humans will also evolve into an unparalleled divine weapon to suppress the human race for thousands of generations."

"As for your elder brother, the same applies."

"His path, in the human race, though this body dies, his will remains. One day, after undergoing tribulations, he will return, attain the human way, and enjoy the incense offerings of the human race for ten thousand generations. Is that not an immense opportunity?"

Upon hearing this, Nuwa smiled wryly: "If everyone had the same temperament as the Daoist, the prehistoric world would not have suffered so many calamities."

"No, I also have my limits and my bottom line!"

"However, the path of compassion is more difficult than the path of indifference. Without a steadfast heart, one will only sink into the path of compassion, fall into the Avici Hell, and have no chance of liberation."

"The Great Way is difficult to prove, but the human heart is even more difficult to prove. Only by breaking through the fog in one's heart can one move forward with determination."

Qin Ming shook his head.

In fact, he was just as anxious at that moment.

Houtu was all alone in the chaos, and he wished he could drop everything right now and go to the chaos to find Houtu.

But he cannot do that.

Firstly, the Primordial World is the root of him and Houtu. The Primordial World is full of unpredictable changes, how could he disregard it for his own selfish reasons?

Secondly, he was injured and his fighting strength was reduced to nine-tenths. Even if he went deep into the chaos and found Houtu, what could he do?

It was nothing more than becoming a burden to Houtu, causing her to consume her own essence once again and use forbidden techniques.

Therefore, Qin Ming could only suppress his anxiety deep in his heart, focus on planning matters concerning the prehistoric world, and recover from his injuries.

Once the primordial chaos has stabilized and his injuries have healed, if Houtu still hasn't returned, then he can leave in peace.

Hearing Qin Ming's words, Nuwa nodded thoughtfully and said no more. She helped Qin Ming heal his injuries while quietly observing the conflict between the witch and the demon.

As time passed, when three thousand years had come, the Wu and Yao races roared in unison, and the soaring evil energy stirred up the calamity energy.

Dijiang, sitting in the center, roared:

"Xingtian, you shall lead the warriors of the Wu tribe as the vanguard!"

"I humbly obey His Majesty the Witch King's decree!"

Xing Tian, ​​wielding his axe and shield, roared:

"Sons of the Witch Clan, follow me to slay the demons!"

Upon hearing this, the millions of witches roared in unison:

"Kill the demons!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Chongxiao's battle aura condensed, and the Wu Clan, like a tidal wave, followed behind Xingtian and charged towards the Heavenly Court.

In the Heavenly Court, Emperor Jun saw this scene and a look of excitement appeared on his face. Now he had no worries. Even his only son, the Ten Golden Crows, had been sent to the Purple Cloud Palace so that he could fight the Witch Clan with all his might.

Di Jun waved his hand: "The eight great demon saints, from the Hall of Offerings, lead the demon race and annihilate the witch race!"

"We obey!"

"Demon warriors, follow us and kill!"

Upon hearing this, the Nine-Headed Serpent and other demon saints roared in unison, and the demonic energy that filled the sky condensed into a single mass, carrying overwhelming malevolent energy, and rushed out of the Heavenly Court.

The moment the Lich and Demon races made contact, countless corpses and divine blood rained down from the sky.

For a moment, the shouts of battle filled the arena.

Xing Tian used his axe as a shield to block the demon race's supernatural attacks, while frantically swinging his great axe.

A flurry of axe blades shot out, the laws of war surged wildly, clearing out wave after wave of demons.

As the battle continued, Xing Tian's battle aura materialized, rapidly tearing apart the demon race's defenses.

As the God of War of the Witch Clan, Xing Tian's strength is in no way inferior to that of a single Ancestral Witch.

Even though the Ancestral Witches suppressed Xing Tian's bloodline, as long as his battle qi accumulated to a certain level, Xing Tian could directly ignore this bloodline suppression and fight on par with the Ancestral Witches.

At this moment, battle aura surrounded him, and Xing Tian's battle power surged dramatically. With each swing of his axe, countless demons perished.

Upon witnessing this scene, the demon clan's retainers, including Dongwanggong, immediately unleashed their supernatural powers and rushed towards Xingtian to intercept him.

Faced with the eight powerful beings attacking him, Xing Tian did not retreat but advanced, his body growing larger with each step.

By the time he came into contact with powerful figures such as the Eastern King Duke, Xing Tian had already transformed into his true form, which was ten thousand feet tall.

"roar!"

Xing Tian roared and brought his massive axe down with a fierce chop.

Thirty-nine percent of the battle law transformed into overwhelming divine power, enveloping the Eastern King and his companions within it.

Faced with Xing Tian's attack, Dong Wang Gong and the others' expressions changed drastically. They all mobilized their supernatural powers and summoned their spiritual treasures to protect themselves with all their might.

"boom!!!"

A deafening roar silenced the deafening battle cries, and the Lich and Demon races surrounding Xing Tian and the others were blasted away by the aftershock.