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

Chapter 208 Bai Ze's Wisdom and the Witch

Bai Ze waved his feather fan and shook his head, saying, "With the fall of the Lich King, the Heavenly Court is the stronghold of my demon race, and it will soon become the target of everyone's attacks. It would be unwise to return to the Heavenly Court now. Besides, His Majesty the Demon Emperor had already anticipated this and has transferred some of the resources from the treasury here."

"Furthermore, the Demon-Summoning Banner is now in His Highness the Crown Prince's hands. When the Demon-Summoning Banner moves, all demons will follow. Compared to the Demon-Summoning Banner, the resources in the Heavenly Treasury are nothing."

As a strategist, Bai Ze had a clear understanding of the current situation in the prehistoric world.

"Strategist, uncles, what should we do now?"

"Conserve our strength, recruit soldiers, await the opportune moment, and rebuild the Heavenly Court!"

Bai Ze uttered a sixteen-character proverb.

"Alright, I'll listen to the strategist. But my father's heirloom is still in Kunpeng's hands. If I don't get it back in a day, I'll be letting down my father and uncle."

Bai Ze said, "The Demon Emperor's treasures must be retrieved, but not now. The most urgent task is for our demon race to keep a low profile. As for the Demon Emperor's treasures, it's fine to leave them with Kunpeng for the time being. This will only draw our attention. When the time is right, we will retrieve the Hetu Luoshu."

"Alright, I'll do whatever the strategist says."

Lu Ya nodded solemnly.

In the eighteen layers of the Netherworld Sea, the Mosquito Taoist held a jade box in his hand.

"At least we managed to save it."

Mosquito Taoist breathed a sigh of relief, his expression visibly much more relaxed.

Inside the jade box, a very faint remnant soul floated, its face bearing an eighty or ninety percent resemblance to Fuxi.

It was a remnant soul of Fuxi after his fall during the Lich War that was intercepted by Mosquito Taoist using his great power.

Styx chuckled, "I never imagined that the battle against the Lich would end in mutual destruction."

"No matter how strong Donghuang Taiyi is, the Ancestor can live longer than him. That is the Ancestor's greatest advantage."

By now, Styx has come to terms with things much more.

You think you're better than me? That's only temporary.

As long as I outlive you, I will always be stronger than you.

"This remnant soul must be protected; it concerns the Sage Nuwa."

Mosquito Taoist carefully put away the remnant soul of Fuxi.

Fuxi's remnant soul was too weak, even weaker than Hongyun's back then.

One must have a great deal of merit to nourish oneself at all times in order to prevent one's soul from being scattered. Only the underworld is so powerful that it can withstand this.

Otherwise, any other power would go bankrupt.

Inside the Pingxin Hall of the Eighteenth Netherworld Sea, four burly men huddled together, their faces filled with sorrow.

"Master Zuwu!"

Xiang Liu, Jiu Feng, Feng Bo, and Yu Shi could never have imagined this.

This war between the liches has unexpectedly caused such severe consequences.

All eleven Ancestral Witches perished, and countless Witch Warriors turned to ashes.

Houtu also looked sorrowful, "Brothers."

"Ancestral Witch, Mount Buzhou is the territory bestowed upon us by Father God Pangu. Let us go out and guard this land for Father God."

The four great shamans, Xiangliu and Xiangliu, spoke impatiently.

Houtu shook her head. "The war between the Lich and the Demon race has just ended. Among the myriad races, those who have been oppressed by the Demon and the Lich races will definitely take this opportunity to attack. If you do this now, you will become the target of everyone's attacks, which will be of no benefit to the Lich race."

"Are we just going to stand by and watch Mount Buzhou be occupied by all sorts of races?"

Xiang Liu and the others spoke in muffled voices.

"The only option now is to wait."

Houtu uttered a single sentence, then her figure transformed into countless bubbles and vanished.

"boom!"

Jiufeng slammed her fist into the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"Xiang Liu, say something. What should we do now?"

Xiang Liu shrugged. "What else can we do? The Ancestral Witch has spoken, so we just do as she says."

In the Pangu Palace on Mount Buzhou, the Ancestral Witch Blood Pool had unknowingly dried up, leaving only a huge blood cocoon in the center of the pool.

A strong life force emanated from the blood cocoon, growing stronger with time!

Time flies, and a century has passed. This century can be described as the most peaceful period since the beginning of time.

On the shores of the East China Sea, on Jin'ao Island, in front of the Biyou Palace Square, a grand spectacle unfolded as tens of thousands of disciples of the Jie Sect gathered for a feast of fruits and wine, accompanied by the sounds of celestial music.

Today is the day to officially appoint Xuan Gui as the Vice Leader of the Jie Sect.

In the square, Tongtian and Xuan Gui emerged. One was dressed in a cyan Taoist robe, and the other in light blue clothing. They were both young men with handsome faces.

Zhao Gongming, watching from below the stage, secretly clicked his tongue in amazement. His master certainly knew how to show off.

He was clearly older than everyone else, but he looked younger and more handsome than anyone else.

This even led the Xuan Turtle astray; as one of the most ancient creatures since the beginning of time, it was actually acting so young.

There's not much to say about the investiture ceremony; it's just a few simple procedures.

Then Tongtian took out the twelve-petaled Pure White Lotus and formally conferred the title of Xuan Turtle.

After the investiture ceremony, a mysterious spiritual energy flew out from the twelfth-petaled Pure White Lotus and blessed the Xuan Turtle, officially making it the vice leader of the Jie Sect.

Below the square, Duobao exclaimed in amazement, "I never expected that Senior Xuan Turtle would join our Jie Sect. He was the first living being to emerge from the heavens and earth. Senior Brother is truly capable."

"Our Jie Sect is becoming increasingly prosperous, with ten thousand immortals coming to pay homage. What can the Chan Sect use to fight us?"

Jin Guangxian said proudly that one day he would make those arrogant Chan Sect disciples know who the dragon is and who the worm is.

Wu Yunxian tugged at the hem of Jin Guangxian's robe and frowned, saying, "Don't say such things in the future. Although the three religions are separate, they are all of the same lineage of Xuanmen."

Jin Guangxian continued to mutter, "What Xuanmen lineage? Do the people of the Chan Sect consider us fellow disciples?"

"You should say less," Wu Yunxian shook her head.

Just then, the golden bell in Biyou Palace slowly rang out, marking the end of the investiture ceremony and the growing strength of the Jie Sect.

Zhao Gongming lived on Jin'ao Island for another hundred years before returning to Mount Emei and Luofu Cave with Liu Er.

Time flies, and thousands of years have passed in the blink of an eye. With the help of the space crystal, Zhao Gongming's cultivation advanced by leaps and bounds, reaching the peak of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm, truly becoming the number one person of the second generation of the Sage lineage.

Over the past few thousand years, the wilderness has undergone tremendous changes.

First, the Thirty-Three Heavens were completely looted.

Those who looted were naturally the cultivators and clans that the Heavenly Court had offended over the years.

In addition to looting, they also carried out extensive destruction, turning everything from the Taihuanghuang Zengtian to the Daluotian into ruins.

However, the legendary successor to the Demon Emperor, Lu Ya, the Ten Golden Crows, never appeared.

Secondly, the remaining Wu tribe at the original Buzhou Mountain site began intermarrying with the human tribe that had migrated to the outskirts of Buzhou Mountain.

As a result of intermarriage, the bloodline of the Wu tribe became dominant, accounting for about 60%, while the bloodline of the human tribe accounted for 40%.

The witches born from this species possess innate superhuman strength and resilient skin. Even without cultivation, they are among the most powerful and courageous people in the mortal world.

(End of this chapter)