Primordial Era: Something's Wrong with This Generation of Witch Clan

Chapter 67 The Lich's Reign Ends, the Underground Passage is Complete

Thus, the decisive battle between the demons and the sorcerers came to an end. Neither the demons nor the sorcerers emerged victorious, but neither were they defeated.

Upon witnessing this scene, the ancient races couldn't help but feel a sense of shared sorrow, like the fox mourning the death of its kin.

Were the liches powerful? They were extremely powerful. When they were around, they put immense pressure on all the races of the prehistoric world, making it difficult for them to breathe. But now that their era has ended, the prehistoric races have begun to feel anxious and uncertain about their future.

Will their own race one day become like the liches? They didn't know, and they dared not think about it, but there was one thing that all the races of the primordial world knew.

That means they should never think about conquering the primordial world. The Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin clans failed, and now the Witch and Demon clans have also failed. They don't want to be the next ones.

Looking at Mount Buzhou before him, and the cracks on its summit, Pan Huang's face showed a bitter expression. Was this the ending he wanted? Obviously not.

But things have developed to this point. Although Mount Buzhou is still there, it is no longer there. The cracks in this primordial space still need to be repaired. Although nothing major is happening now, it will eventually become a hidden danger as time goes by.

"Goddess Nuwa, the rest is up to you." Pan Huang looked at the sky and said calmly.

After saying this, Pan Huang picked up the Witch-Slaying Sword and disappeared beneath Mount Buzhou.

In Nuwa's palace, Nuwa looked at the Qiankun Cauldron in her hand and knew it was time for her to take action.

She first collected the five-colored stones, then refined them. After refining them, Nuwa arrived at the top of Mount Buzhou.

"Please help me, teacher!" Nuwa shouted as she looked at the demon court on the other side of the rift.

The next second, the primordial world trembled, and the Demon Court was removed from its original location and appeared in another place.

After the Demon Court detached from the top of Mount Buzhou, a hole suddenly appeared in the sky, and endless gales and weak waters rushed to the opening of the hole.

But before they could fall, the Goddess Nuwa had already repaired the hole with the liquid molten from the five-colored stones.

The next second, the sky was filled with rosy clouds, and the entire prehistoric world was covered with a layer of colorful light, which was quite a sight.

When the hole in the sky was repaired, merit descended from heaven. Goddess Nuwa received 95% of it, while Panhuang received the remaining 50% because he had reminded Goddess Nuwa.

Because Mount Buzhou did not collapse in this lifetime, and no other sages helped, the merit was obtained by Nuwa alone.

Pan Huang returned to Shouyang Mountain.

Chang Xi and Xi He arrived at Shouyang Mountain immediately, but Pan Huang didn't want to see anyone; he just wanted to stay quietly.

Having transmigrated to the prehistoric world, he proceeded cautiously and meticulously, all in order to protect the Wu tribe and the ancestral Wu. However, the outcome remained unchanged, and Pan Huang was plunged into deep self-blame.

"Since I haven't changed the predetermined outcome, what is the meaning of my existence?" Pan Huang muttered to himself.

At this point, he had forgotten that Mount Buzhou had not collapsed, that the human race had developed very rapidly under his leadership, that he had also intercepted the disciples of Tongtian and Yuanshi, that the Styx had joined the Wu tribe, and that even the Underworld had been changed by Panhuang.

At this moment, Pan Huang's mind was filled with the scene of the Ancestral Witches self-destructing. The sound of the explosions lingered in his mind, and the familiar faces and memories of the past kept surging in his mind. Pan Huang felt his heart was in great pain. Of the thirteen Ancestral Witches of the Witch Clan, only he was left alive. Even the Great Witch was dead. They were all dead.

"Master! Master!" Just as Pan Huang was lost in his memories, Zhao Gongming's voice appeared in his ears.

"I told you, let me have some peace and quiet," Pan Huang's voice rang out, tinged with annoyance.

"Master! Lady Pingxin requests your presence," Zhao Gongming said quickly.

"Empress Pingxin! Seventh Sister, yes, there's still Seventh Sister, I still have Seventh Sister!" Upon hearing Zhao Gongming's voice, Pan Huang immediately came to his senses.

He then vanished from the spot. Zhao Gongming, who was outside the hall, smiled after sensing his master's aura disappear. It seemed that his master had figured it out.

When Pan Huang reappeared, he had already arrived at the Reincarnation Cliff. As he appeared at the Reincarnation Cliff, a golden light pulled him into the Peaceful Heart Palace from the Six Paths of Reincarnation.

"Seventh Sister!" Pan Huang exclaimed excitedly upon seeing Consort Pingxin.

"Here you are!" Empress Pingxin said with a smile as she looked at Pan Huang.

"Let's go and greet our elder brother and the others," said Consort Pingxin with a smile.

"Really...really?" Pan Huang was so excited that he could hardly speak.

"Let's go!" Empress Pingxin said without speaking.

The next second, they disappeared from Pingxin Palace and reappeared in the palace of the Fengdu Emperor.

Then, with a wave of her hand, more than a dozen figures emerged from the rear hall of the Fengdu Emperor's palace.

When Pan Huang saw these figures clearly, tears immediately welled up in his eyes, for these people were none other than Di Jiang and his companions.

"Pan Huang greets all the brothers and sisters." Pan Huang composed himself and cupped his hands in greeting to the people in front of him.

"Thirteenth Brother, aren't you excited to see us?" Shebishi smiled as he looked at Panhuang.

Pan Huang nodded vigorously.

When Shebishi saw Panhuang like this, he came up and gave him a big hug, and the others also came up one by one to give Panhuang a hug.

"Thirteenth brother, you are right. The Witch Clan is still here, and so are we, just in a different form of existence," Dijiang said to Panhuang with a smile.

"It's good that you're here, it's good that you're here!" Pan Huang nodded excitedly.

"Brother, now that you have returned, please return to your positions," said Consort Pingxin with a smile.

"Yes, Your Majesty Pingxin." Dijiang and the others nodded.

The next second, everyone except Dijiang turned into a streak of black light and disappeared from the palace of the Fengdu Emperor.

After everyone returned to their places, the entire Netherworld suddenly trembled, and the power of the underground passage was strengthened once again.

After sensing the changes in the underground passage, Pan Huang's expression changed drastically. He finally understood why that aura was so familiar back then. It turned out that in addition to the aura of the Heavenly Dao, the aura of the Underground Passage had also pressed him to the ground.

"Thirteenth Brother, please forgive me. In that situation, our eldest brother and the others had to perish first. Otherwise, the Heavenly Dao would have a handle against us, and the Earthly Dao would not have as much influence." Empress Pingxin looked displeased after seeing Pan Huang's drastic change in expression.

In fact, when the power of the underground tunnels was mobilized to suppress Pan Huang, Empress Pingxin was involved.

"It doesn't matter! As long as the result is good." Pan Huang took a deep breath and said.

Actually, this is the best-case scenario. The ancestral witches did not completely return to the embrace of Father Pangu, which is already a stroke of luck amidst misfortune. As long as they are still alive, that's fine.

They've simply changed their way of living now. As long as they're still my older brother and sister, that's enough.

(End of this chapter)