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

Chapter 62 A Fair Arena, The Primordial Martial Arts World

"uncle----"

Tongtian stared longingly at Qingyi.

I also want Qingyi to give me some guidance, or rather, assign me a task.

He wasn't afraid of difficulties, but he was afraid of not being able to become a saint.

"You should become a Primordial Golden Immortal as soon as possible."

Qingyi didn't say much to Tongtian.

Tongtian would definitely still establish the Jie Sect to secure a glimmer of hope for the living beings of the prehistoric world.

All I can say is that Qingyi is quite looking forward to seeing what the Jie Sect will become in this primordial world.

Tongtian had no choice but to nod in agreement.

"Teacher, there is one more thing I need to tell you."

Nuwa looked at Dijun, Taiyi, and the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

"Uncle, you must stand up for us!"

"Yes, Uncle, we've been bullied all the way to Buzhou Mountain!"

The eleven ancestral witches, including Dijiang, began to wail.

"All of you... shut your mouths!"

Houtu, with her eight arms, suddenly exerted her strength, grabbing Zhurong and Gonggong with her eight arms and smashing the other ancestral witches over.

Qingyi observed that Houtu had gained several experiences traveling through the prehistoric world with Nuwa.

Now, his primordial spirit is becoming increasingly powerful and clear, comparable to that of ordinary innate deities. He is also the only ancestral witch who cultivates both the physical body and the primordial spirit.

Although Houtu is still violent, she has developed a brain.

A relieved smile appeared on Qingyi's face.

Finally, one of the Ancestral Witches has grown up; it was no easy feat.

"Uncle, please allow me to report."

Hou Tu opened directly.

"Initially, it was the great shaman Kuafu and Yingzhao, one of the ten demon generals of the demon race, at Buzhou Mountain—"

Qingyi must know about these things; whether he takes action or not is up to them to decide.

Therefore, it is necessary to explain it in detail.

Di Jun and Tai Yi listened without offering any rebuttal.

Because Houtu spoke very carefully and did not favor the Wu tribe.

As a result, my impression of Houtu improved considerably.

"Please advise, Uncle, whether that pasture should belong to the Witch Clan or the Demon Clan."

After Houtu finished speaking, she winked at Qingyi.

The eight arms "concealedly pointed in the direction of the Ancestral Witch".

Qingyi chuckled to himself.

Clearly, Houtu wanted him to show favoritism.

To be fair, Houtu has grown, but not enough.

"Fellow Daoist Houtu, could you please be a little more discreet?"

Di Jun and Tai Yi were speechless.

Houtu's eight arms were moving so wildly, it was as if she was treating them like idiots.

You call the Dao Ancestor "uncle" and want to establish a relationship with him, I have nothing to say about that.

I'll use it if I want to have connections.

But this blatant disregard for our dignity is really too much.

Houtu's eight arms froze, then fell limply to her sides.

"That's easy."

Qing Yi spoke, attracting everyone's attention.

Qingyi looked at Dijun and Taiyi.

"I have always been fair."

Di Jun and Tai Yi hurriedly bowed.

"We dare not doubt the Dao Ancestor. Even if the pasture is directly given to the Wu Clan, we demons will have nothing to say."

Di Jun and Tai Yi's words were true, and they had nothing to say, but their resentment was also genuine.

Qingyi would naturally not allow the situation he had painstakingly cultivated for so long to develop any cracks.

Qingyi didn't directly say who would get the ranch, but instead said, "You all have your own forces, and you have many mouths to feed. It's not easy for any of you."

Those powerful subordinates like Di Jun, Tai Yi, and Dong Wang Gong felt a lump in their throats.

It has to be the Dao Ancestor; that's the truth.

In particular, the Eastern King Duke was appointed as the head of the male immortals by the old scoundrel Hongjun, and his subordinates were all gods who had been fooled by Hongjun, so they lived a very hard life.

"So, I won't directly allocate that ranch to anyone."

Qingyi waved to Nuwa.

Nuwa immediately understood and took out the Qiankun Cauldron.

The Qiankun Cauldron landed in front of Qingyi like a swallow returning to its nest.

Qingyi waved his hand again.

Several magical treasures left behind on the Treasure Sharing Cliff transformed into spiritual light.

They fell before several innate deities.

"Thank you, Dao Ancestor, for bestowing this treasure!"

These innate deities who received the spiritual treasure were taken aback for a moment, then beamed with joy and bowed in gratitude.

They were all very poor, including Kunpeng.

They thought they had no chance with these spiritual treasures, but unexpectedly, the Dao Ancestor distributed them directly.

Qingyi simply nodded and threw the Treasure Sharing Cliff into the Qiankun Cauldron.

Start refining directly.

The group of innate deities remained quiet and focused, each one extremely attentive.

Watching Qingyi refine treasures is definitely a great opportunity.

Centuries later, a dark, square stone platform flew out of the Qiankun Cauldron.

"go."

With a casual gesture, Qing Yi pointed, and the black stone platform immediately landed in the open space inside Pangu Mausoleum.

Directly opposite is the stone tablet of Pangu.

Those innate deities who had been immersed in the primordial state also awoke one after another.

"From now on, if there are any conflicts between the Lich and Demon races, they can resolve them in the arena."

This is the solution Qingyi came up with.

Since the conflict between the Lich and Demon races had been prematurely ignited, he would find a way to resolve it.

In short, he does not allow even the slightest bit of private conflict here.

Otherwise, the confrontation will escalate until it gets out of control.

It would be better to set rules directly and resolve conflicts within those rules.

"That pasture was divided into two parts, one large and one small, and the lich and demon races sent people to fight in the arena."

"The winner takes the larger pasture, and the loser takes the smaller one."

"A competition is held once per Yuanhui (a unit of time)."

After listening to Qingyi's explanation, Dijun, Taiyi, and the Twelve Ancestral Witches all had their eyes light up.

That's good. It's based on skill; whoever has the bigger fist gets to use it.

And even if you lose, you'll still have the smaller ranch as a safety net.

"Thank you, Dao Ancestor, for bestowing upon me the Dharma."

Di Jun and Tai Yi bowed respectfully.

"Uncle, how do you even think of such a brilliant idea?"

Zhu Rong muttered something.

Qingyi almost lost his composure.

Thank you for your compliment.

Xihe, who was next to Zhurong, pinched Zhurong and then looked at Qingyi with an apologetic expression.

"Thank you, Uncle, for providing a solution."

Qingyi felt incredibly relieved.

Xihe even called him "uncle," tsk, hopefully Zhurong can learn a thing or two from Xihe.

"If other people have conflicts, they can challenge each other at any time."

"This arena is called the Fair Arena, to resolve all irreconcilable injustices."

"However, killing blows are strictly prohibited on the arena; otherwise, one will be permanently banned from entering Pangu Mausoleum."

Qingyi then set one last rule.

"I will obey the Dao Ancestor's command!"

All the innate deities bowed in respect.

"Let's go, let's go now!"

Dijiang directly gestured to Dijun.

"Let's go then."

Di Jun turned around and bowed to Qing Yi.

"Dao Ancestor, my demon race's Marshal Yingzhao is still outside Pangu Mausoleum, begging for forgiveness and asking Dao Ancestor to allow him to resolve the dispute on the arena."

"Innocent to begin with, innocent and forgivable."

Qingyi uttered eight words.

"Dao Ancestor is magnanimous." While admiring Qing Yi's kindness, Di Jun said, "But he must be punished. After the competition, regardless of the outcome, Ying Zhao will stay at Pangu Mausoleum to sweep the tomb of the Great God Pangu for one Yuan Hui."

After saying this, Di Jun summoned the ten demon generals, plus Taiyi, making a total of twelve people, who were the top combat force of the demon race.

"Walk!"

Dijiang also waved his hand.

The twelve ancestral witches stepped onto the arena.

The first time the arena was used was for a battle between the two largest races in the primordial world.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches and the Ten Demon Generals led by Emperor Jun each stood on one side of the arena.

All the innate deities sat on the meditation cushions, their expressions invigorated.

A phantom image of the Bagua (Eight Trigrams) flashed by, and Nuwa, holding a red embroidered ball, appeared, standing in the very center of the arena.

First, they paid their respects to the Pangu Tombstone, then to Qingyi, and finally to the surrounding area.

"Thank you for your trust, fellow Daoists. I, Nuwa, guarantee the fairness of this battle."

Nuwa's opening remarks elicited a howl of wolves.

Qingyi watched with a smile on his lips.

What's the difference between this and Wulin Feng?

He won by a small margin against Hongjun.

"Attention, both sides in the battle!"

Nuwa held the red embroidered ball high.

"When the hydrangea lands, the battle begins."

"Ready!"

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