Primordial Era: A God-Level Choice, Possessing Zhao Gongming at the Start.

Chapter 196: The Lich's Latter-day Battle Begins!

Di Jun quickly stopped them, "What are you going to do?"

"If you won't avenge your sons, we'll do it ourselves."

Xihe and Changxi's beautiful phoenix eyes were filled with hatred.

They wished they could capture Yi right now and tear him to pieces, pulverizing him a thousand times over.

"You can't go."

This time, Di Jun did not let them move freely, but instead blocked their way, his voice firm.

"Dijun, what do you mean by this? It's one thing if you don't avenge your sons, but you're actually stopping us."

Di Jun slowly suppressed the anger in his heart and said in a deep voice, "I will avenge the children. During this period, you will stay in the Heavenly Court and not go anywhere. I will definitely make the Wu Clan pay for their blood debts."

After saying this, Di Jun left the Demon Emperor's Palace.

Back at Buzhou Mountain, he had considered starting a war with the Wu tribe, but in the end, reason prevailed over impulse.

He wanted to return to the Heavenly Court, prepare his troops, and fight the Witch Clan to the death in the best possible condition.

But before the great battle, he had to make preparations to leave the last spark for the demon race.

If we win this battle, everyone will be overjoyed, and the Heavenly Court will soon dominate the prehistoric world.

Even if we are defeated, the flame still remains, and we won't be completely annihilated.

After leaving the Demon Emperor's Palace, Di Jun immediately summoned the seven great demon saints, Demon Saint Kunpeng, Emperor Xi Fuxi, and three hundred and sixty-five titled Great Luo Star Lords to discuss matters.

This meeting lasted for three days and three nights before it finally ended.

After Bai Ze emerged, he, along with five other demon saints—Fei Lian, Ying Zhao, Shang Yang, and Ji Meng—quietly left the Heavenly Court with Lu Ya, who had been promoted to the Ten Golden Crows.

No one knew where they went, and no one dared to ask.

The other two demon saints, along with Kunpeng, Fuxi, and 365 Great Luo Demon Gods, began actively preparing for battle.

First and foremost is the Heavenly Court's trump card, the Zhou Tian Star Array.

Thanks to the tireless efforts of Emperor Jun and Emperor Taizong, all the shortcomings and flaws in this formation were rectified.

It reached an extremely terrifying level within the formation, perfectly flawless!

There is only one way to break a flawless formation: with great magical power.

While the Heavenly Court continued its actions, countless demon kingdoms on Earth were also constantly mobilized.

Resources accumulated over countless millennia were continuously transported to the Heavenly Court like a long dragon.

While the demon race was making great moves, the witch race was also constantly taking action.

Centered on Mount Buzhou, all the Wu tribes within a radius of countless miles began to gather at Mount Buzhou.

Clearly, the Wu tribe is also consolidating its forces in preparation for a decisive battle with the demon tribe.

Inside the Pangu Palace, apart from Dijiang, there was no one else. Dijiang rubbed his temples with his hand.

After a long while, he finally made up his mind to let the ten ancestral witches in.

"Big brother, what are you thinking about all alone in there?"

"Yeah, if you have any ideas, just say them, and we'll all work together to figure something out."

"Big brother, are you still worried about things in Heaven?"

"We're bound to have a battle with the Heavenly Court sooner or later, so let's just go for it!"

The ancestral witches tried to persuade him, as it was the first time they had ever seen their eldest brother display such a complex expression.

Di Jun waved his hand and said, "The war with the demon race was within my expectations and is nothing. I'm thinking about how to preserve the flame for my witch race."

"A spark?"

The ancestral witches were stunned; they had never considered this matter before.

"After much thought, I have found the answer. Come with me."

After Dijiang finished speaking, he walked out of the Pangu Hall and headed deep into Buzhou Mountain, while the other ancestral witches hurriedly followed.

The group taught each other in Buzhou Mountain for about half an hour before finally arriving at a huge pool of blood.

The viscous blood in the pool churned continuously, but surprisingly, there was no pungent smell of blood; instead, it smelled quite fragrant and pleasant.

The refreshing scent contrasted sharply with the viscous, scarlet scene.

This is the Blood Pool of the Ancestral Witches. The blood inside is made from drops of Pangu's essence blood diluted together. It is also the place where the Ancestral Witches cultivated themselves.

Or rather, the energy in this Ancestral Witch Blood Pool is something that no one in the entire Witch Clan, except for the Ancestral Witch, can withstand.

In addition, this is also the birthplace of the Wu tribe.

Every so often, a new batch of witches is born from the Ancestral Witch Blood Pool to ensure the continuation of the witch bloodline.

"Brother, why did you call us here?"

Zhu Rong said in a very casual manner.

The other ancestral witches also showed a look of confusion.

"The war between the Lich and the Witch is about to break out, and it is still unknown who will emerge victorious. Therefore, before the great war, we must leave the Witch a way out."

Dijiang solemnly said, "Our Wu clan is all formed from the essence and blood of the Father God. Today, we will use the essence and blood of our Ancestral Wu, combined with the bloodline of the Father God, to give birth to another Ancestral Wu. Everyone, take a drop of essence and blood and drip it into the blood pool."

After Dijiang finished speaking, he cut his palm without hesitation and dripped a drop of deep red blood into it. The other ancestral witches also followed suit and dripped a drop of blood into their palms.

After all the Ancestral Witches finished their operations, a storm seemed to appear out of nowhere in the Ancestral Witch Blood Pool, stirring up the viscous blood and quickly turning it into a huge blood cocoon.

A quarter of an hour later, a faint voice came from the blood cocoon, "My name is Chi You."

After that, there was no further movement on the blood cocoon. All that could be seen was the endless power surging into the Pangu Blood Pool.

Dijiang stared at the blood cocoon for a long while, then his expression suddenly became very solemn.

He summoned many top shamans—Jiufeng, Xiangliu, Fengbo, Yushi, Xingtian, and Dayi—and earnestly said, "The shaman within the blood cocoon is named Chiyou. From this day forward, he will be the thirteenth ancestral shaman of my shaman clan. From now on, when you see him, it will be as if you are seeing me. Do you understand?"

The numerous ancestral witches nodded hastily, "We understand."

After leaving the Ancestral Witch Blood Pool, Dijiang summoned Jiufeng and Xiangliu alone.

Jiufeng, Xiangliu, the most powerful shaman of the Wu tribe, along with Fengbo, Yushi, Xingtian, Houyi, and Kuafu, are known as the Seven Heroes of the Wu tribe.

"Ancestral Witch, what brings you here?"

"Xiang Liu," Jiu Feng asked respectfully.

"You, along with the Wind God and the Rain Master, should each lead a thousand of your people to the Netherworld Sea."

"The Netherworld Sea?"

Xiang Liu and Jiu Feng's eyes revealed extreme shock, even disbelief.

What did they just hear? The Ancestral Witch told them to go to the Nether Sea and seek refuge with Houtu.

"My lord, the ancestral witch Houtu has betrayed the witch clan. Our witch clan has no such ancestral witch."

Jiufeng Xiangliu's attitude was very firm. They still remembered the scene in the Netherworld Sea, how ruthless Houtu Ancestral Witch was, breaking the heart of the Witch Clan.

"You do not understand Houtu, the Ancestral Witch."

Dijiang shook his head, a hint of reminiscence in his eyes, recalling the scene when the Twelve Ancestral Witches were first born and worked together to build a foundation.

After a long while, Dijiang sighed and said to the two of them.

"Go to the Nether Sea, Houtu will not refuse you."

(End of this chapter)