Primordial Era: I, the Creation Lotus, will absolutely not be struck this time!

Chapter 50 Guidance: Oh no, Zhunti has lost his mind.

In the west, Mount Sumeru.

"Zhunti, how did you get injured like this!"

Jieyin hurriedly came forward and used his spiritual root to help Zhunti heal his injuries.

With just one voice from Qing Yi, Zhunti was severely injured and escaped back while the other innate saints were focused on the great battle in Zixiao Palace.

My heart was in turmoil.

"There are actually people who can fight against saints! Are there other beings in the primordial world who are like saints?"

"This primordial water is so deep!"

Zhunti's already sorrowful expression became even more sorrowful, almost as sorrowful as Jieyin's.

Faced with Jieyin's question, Zhunti dared not speak.

The thought of this powerful being residing on Mount Buzhou and passing down the Path of Hunyuan is truly evoked.

The two brothers were just being stingy back then, which caused them to miss out on the opportunity and leave them with no choice but to take this damned path of dismemberment, which pained them so much they could hardly breathe.

"You can't entirely blame us brothers. If we were going to pass on the teachings, we should have just done so openly and honestly. Why did we have to accept benefits?"

Zhunti harbored resentment towards Qingyi.

But he dared not show it at all.

He knew that such an existence was not something he could fabricate, and he didn't even dare to reveal what happened in the Purple Cloud Palace.

"Brother, don't ask anymore."

Zhunti shook his head, "From now on, my brother and I must work hard to cultivate the method of severing the three corpses."

There's no other way; Zhunti has no choice but to follow Hongjun down this dark path.

His only value is that Hongjun can still use him, even though he knows this is not a good thing.

Just like this sudden appearance in the Demon Court, it could very well be a death sentence for him.

But what if one day even Hongjun stops him from risking his life?

Then his life could really be over in an instant.

Zhunti understood this very clearly.

That's not right!

Zhunti's eyes suddenly lit up.

He can only sever the three corpses, but his elder brother Jieyin still has a chance to walk the path of Hunyuan!

"Brother, if there were a chance to exchange some of my spiritual roots for the path of cultivating the laws, would you be willing to do so?"

"Zhunti, what are you saying? Are you alright?"

Even the usually sorrowful face of the guide no longer showed any sign of bitterness.

He quickly began searching through the spiritual roots beside him.

Oh no, Zhunti's brain has been damaged. Which spiritual root can heal a brain?

Pangu Mausoleum at Buzhou Mountain.

The Demon Court and the Witch Clan, two distinct groups, walked in.

Dijiang looked somewhat embarrassed as he gazed at the red figure in front of the demon race.

"What are you looking at?"

Di Jun suddenly turned around and glared angrily at Di Jiang.

Although Dijiang was tricked by the sage, he has now come to his senses. Why are you still looking at my demon queen?

"Tch, you saw it and got it lost?"

Dijiang turned his head away. Actually, he was also quite embarrassed and felt ashamed, but his personality made it impossible for him to say anything soft.

The only way to express my embarrassment is to look at people a few more times.

Unfortunately, those mindless demons couldn't understand what he meant.

I already looked at you a couple of times to apologize, what more do you want?

The other eleven Ancestral Witches were also momentarily stunned.

Houtu covered Dijiang's mouth with both arms and dragged him with her six arms.

"Brother, close your eyes. If you want to find a Daoist partner, we'll go outside and catch a good one for you."

"Hey, big brother, you can't keep staring at other people's partners."

"Zhu Rong and Gong Gong, your temples should be located far away from your elder brother's temple from now on."

"What? What do you mean by that? My elder brother wouldn't dare steal my Daoist partner, would he?"

Fearing that Dijiang might cause any further trouble, the eleven Ancestral Witches stood in front, separating Dijiang from the demon race.

But their back-and-forth almost led to a fight.

"You...a bunch of idiots with screws in your heads!"

Dijiang was surprised to find that his younger siblings did not understand his meaning and were even worried that he had taken a liking to his two younger siblings, Xihe and Changxi.

How could that be? Dijiang isn't that kind of person, and he wouldn't dare to do such a thing.

He cursed angrily and strode into Pangu Mausoleum.

Behind them are the innate deities of the Pangu Mausoleum lineage.

We're here now to resolve the issue between the Lich and Demon races.

Regardless of the cause, the demon race's noodles have indeed been lost.

The maiden wiped away her tears, still wearing her wedding dress.

Upon arriving at Pangu's tombstone, he knelt down, lowered his head, and without saying a word, wiped away his tears.

It's true that the Ancestral Witch is your descendant, but I am also your child, the Primordial God Pangu.

I was wronged on my joyous day. For the sake of the world, we can't fight to the death, so you, Great God, can decide what to do.

The entire Pangu Mausoleum was quiet.

As everyone knows, it seems that he is kneeling before Pangu, but in reality, he is waiting for Qingyi to solve the case.

Qingyi rubbed her forehead, looking troubled.

Pangu certainly wouldn't come out to solve the case, but he would usually shake the tombstone or something when something happened, but now it's as if he's really dead.

But it seems that he really is dead.

"Great God Pangu, when those two dragon girls were cleaning your tombstone every day, you would occasionally move a little. Now that something this big has happened, you're hiding and pretending you don't know anything?"

Qingyi sat in the dojo, his gaze piercing through all obstacles to the motionless stone tablet.

"You really don't have any other secret savings?"

Qingyi tentatively suggested, "You could even compensate the demon race with a single innate spiritual treasure."

The tombstone remained unmoved.

Well, it seems this matter has really fallen on his shoulders.

Even the great god Pangu had no surplus grain.

Qingyi began to ponder; this was not a good thing to do.

Even an upright official finds it difficult to settle family disputes, let alone matters of male-female relationships.

But we certainly can't let it go unchecked, having already experienced the great calamity of the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin clans.

Qingyi will not underestimate any minor conflict.

Otherwise, it's very likely that it would start as a small-scale battle between the Witch Clan and the Demon Clan, but it would quickly escalate out of control.

It's all because we're weak; even after going to Zixiao Palace, we couldn't snatch a treasure from Hongjun for the demon race.

"The demon race rules the heavens, and the witch race rules the earth; neither should be violated lightly."

The voice of Qingyi emanated from the lotus statue atop the tombstone.

To avoid further conflict, let's first establish the tone and style of the Lich race.

Qingyi's statement was incomplete; it should actually be that the demon race temporarily governs the heavens, and the witch race temporarily governs the earth.

This primordial world does not belong to the witch and demon races.

However, the Lich and Demon races were unaware of the intricacies of the matter and bowed down in respect.

"As the Dao Ancestor commands!"

Di Jun and Tai Yi accepted the order. They were quite satisfied with the Demon Court, so they decided not to interfere with the land.

Not only are there witches on earth, but there's also the celestial court of the Eastern King Duke, so the demons won't bother coming to crowd in.

Moreover, this is just a division of territory; it doesn't say that demons can't live on the prehistoric continent.

Seeing how obedient the Lich and Demon races were, Qing Yi's depressed mood eased considerably.

If it weren't for Hongjun's meddling this time, there really wouldn't have been an excuse to clear up the territories of the Wu and Yao races. It seems that Hongjun's actions this time have brought benefits.

"All the proceeds from grazing within the Wu Clan's One Yuan Society belong to the Demon Clan."

Qingyi's voice came from inside the lotus again.

This time it's a real punishment, a punishment for the witch clan.

It wasn't serious, but it was already a great concession to the demon race.

"Thank you very much, Dao Ancestor! I am deeply grateful!"

The maiden bowed down excitedly. "In all these years, when have you ever seen the Dao Ancestor punish the Witch Clan on behalf of others?"

This time, they were punished.

This is enough to show that the Taoist Ancestor was meticulous and fair in his dealings.

This time, the demon race saved face, and the witch race could also accept it.

"Then for the next Yuanhui, all the blood food that your Wu Clan cultivates and herds will be handed over to my Demon Court!"

Di Jun spoke.

Now Di Jun also finds blood food interesting, but the demon race started late and has little experience in raising blood food, while the witch race is better at it than them.

The raw materials for blood food are from the demon race, but all the creatures of the primordial world say that the blood food of the witch race is delicious, healthy, doesn't get stuck in your teeth, and has a rich flavor.

"Use the lives of my demon race to enhance the reputation of the witch race?"

It's absolutely infuriating.