Primordial Era: The Three Senior Brothers of the Taiqing Clan

Di Jun then seemed to remember something, and after a moment of contemplation, his tone became more hesitant: "Although this is a good idea, the human race was created by Nuwa herself, and she even became a saint through it. If we slaughter them indiscriminately, I'm afraid it will displease the goddess."

Taiyi, however, didn't take it to heart, waving his hand dismissively: "Brother, you're overthinking it. Although the human race was created by the Goddess, she has never interfered in its management, clearly not caring. Moreover, the flesh and soul of humans are so useful to our demon race; perhaps it was intentionally prepared by the Goddess specifically for our demon race. Why should brother hesitate?"

Di Jun shook his head, his attitude resolute: "That's not appropriate. We must consult the Empress and see her attitude before taking any action."

"Prepare generous gifts quickly, and my brother and I shall set off immediately for the Nuwa Palace."

Seeing his elder brother's insistence, Taiyi said no more. The two brothers quickly prepared their gifts and headed straight for the Chaos Beyond the Heavens.

The Nuwa Palace was nestled deep within the chaos, shrouded in auspicious clouds, its palaces majestic and imposing. As soon as Di Jun and Tai Yi arrived outside the palace gates, they were stopped by two exquisitely carved children.

"What brings Your Majesties here?" the boy asked in a clear voice.

Di Jun cupped his hands and said, "Please inform Your Majesty that Di Jun and Taiyi of the demon race request an audience."

The boy shook his head: "Her Majesty said she already knows your intentions. She asked me to tell you both that this matter is for you to decide for yourselves, and you don't need to ask her."

After saying this, the two boys turned and went into the palace gate, never to come out again.

Di Jun and Tai Yi exchanged a glance, their eyes flashing with joy. The words "consider it yourself" were tantamount to tacit approval to them.

"Let's go!" Taiyi couldn't contain his excitement. "Back to Heaven, let's take action immediately!"

The two brothers transformed into two golden beams of light and vanished into the chaos in an instant.

Deep within Nuwa's palace, Nuwa sat on her cloud bed, gazing in the direction the two had departed, and let out a soft sigh.

As the goddess Nuwa of the demon race, she enjoys the destiny of the demon race. Yet, the human race is the one she created with her own hands, into whom she poured her heart and soul. Now, the demon race wants to slaughter the human race, and she is caught in the middle, torn between two difficult choices.

With her saintly realm, she had already foreseen the heavenly secrets: the human race was destined for this calamity, and so was the demon race. Under the will of Heaven, even a saint was powerless to stop it.

"That's enough..." Nuwa closed her eyes and said no more.

Inside the hall, only a sigh lingered for a long time.

The Heavenly Court acted extremely quickly.

As soon as Di Jun and Tai Yi returned to the Sun Palace, they summoned the Ten Great Demon Saints and issued orders through the ranks. Countless demon armies descended from the sky like locusts, swarming towards human tribes throughout the prehistoric world.

Humanity has multiplied for many years, its population now reaching billions, scattered across the coast of the East Sea and the vast inland wilderness. Yet, no matter how large their numbers, they cannot change the fact that individuals are weak. Faced with the overwhelming forces of the demon race, humanity is almost powerless to resist.

A flash of blade, and a head fell to the ground. Demonic fire spread, and the village was reduced to ashes.

The demon race not only kills people, but also collects the corpses and souls of humans. The flesh and blood are used to refine elixirs to enhance the cultivation of lesser demons. The souls are thrown into the furnace to forge sharp weapons for slaying witches.

In an instant, rivers of blood flowed and corpses littered the fields. The cries of the human race echoed across the land, their wails shaking the heavens.

This sudden massacre instantly alarmed all the powerful beings in the primordial world.

Countless divine senses emerged from the famous mountains and rivers, sweeping across the battlefield where flesh and blood were flying everywhere. When they saw that it was the demon race slaughtering the human race, some frowned, some sneered, and some shook their heads and sighed, but no one made a move to stop it.

The demon race was powerful, at the height of its power. Di Jun and Tai Yi were both late-stage Quasi-Saints, possessing supreme treasures. The Ten Demon Saints each had their own supernatural abilities, and the 365 Demon Gods had set up the Zhou Tian Star Array. With such strength, who would dare to provoke them easily?

Moreover, those humans are just a newly emerging and weak race, and they are not related to them. Who would be willing to offend the demon race, one of the two major powers in the prehistoric world, for the sake of these humans?

Meanwhile, in the Pangu Hall of the Wu Clan, the twelve Ancestral Wu gathered together.

When news of Di Jun and Tai Yi's massacre of the human race reached this place, the reactions of the ancestral witches were completely different.

Zhu Rong was the first to jump up, laughing loudly: "Are those two crows crazy? What's so great about killing those defenseless humans?"

Gonggong, however, seemed to be deep in thought, and said in a deep voice, "That's not right. Given Dijun and Taiyi's nature, they would never do anything pointless. Their massacre of humans must have a deeper meaning."

Zhu Jiuyin closed his eyes slightly, the laws of time flowing within them, and after a moment he suddenly opened them, his expression changing drastically.

"They use the souls of humans to forge magical artifacts, and those artifacts can harm the physical bodies of my witch clan!"

These words shocked everyone present.

Xuanming asked urgently, "Is this true?"

Zhu Jiuyin nodded solemnly: "I used the Dao of Time to probe, and although I couldn't see clearly, it was pretty close. Those human souls seem to be inherently incompatible with my Wu clan."

Dijiang stood up, his face ashen: "What a Dijun! What a Taiyi! No wonder they've been slaughtering humans like this; they were forging a weapon to subdue my Wu tribe!"

"Brother, what should we do?" Zhu Rong asked anxiously. "We can't just sit idly by, can we?"

Dijiang pondered for a moment, then coldly said, "They kill humans, and we kill them too. As long as the demon race can't collect enough souls, it will have little impact on our witch race and won't change the outcome."

"Brother, no! Our Wu clan has intermarried with the human race. Doing this will cause our Wu clan to fall apart," Houtu hurriedly said.

"Houtu, what should we do?" Gonggong asked.

Houtu thought for a moment, "The best way to protect the human race is to bring them into our tribe."

Xuanming frowned and said softly, "Little sister, wouldn't this start a war with the demon race prematurely? The Dao Ancestor's three-thousand-year ban..."

Houtu snorted coldly: "The ban only says that the Wu and Yao races must not go to war, it doesn't say that they can't protect the human race. The Yao race is slaughtering the human race, and we go to rescue them, does that count as starting a war?"

Of course, it would be even better if the demon race fought us; they were the ones who broke the rules first, so it has nothing to do with us.

At that time, the demon race will be annihilated, eliminating any future threat.

Dijiang agreed wholeheartedly. "Let's do as my little sister says."

Zhu Rong, eager for a fight, laughed loudly, "I've long disliked those bastards! This is the perfect opportunity to slaughter them to my heart's content!"

The witch clan reacted faster than anyone expected.

Just a few days later, a small team of demons who were slaughtering humans was wiped out by the suddenly arriving witch warriors.

Immediately afterwards, the news spread throughout the prehistoric world—the Witch Clan announced: the human race is under the protection of the Witch Clan, and anyone who slaughters the human race is an enemy of the Witch Clan.

When Di Jun received the news, his face was so gloomy it could drip water.

"The Witch Clan... how could they know?" Taiyi said angrily.

Di Jun waved his hand and took a deep breath: "The Wu Clan has Zhu Jiuyin, who can see through time; we can't hide it from them. However, they can only save us temporarily, not forever. Speed ​​things up and collect as many souls as possible before the Wu Clan completely protects the human race."

Tai nodded and turned to go out to relay the order.

The calamity of the witches thus evolved into a covert war between the witch and demon races.

The demons were fighting in front, while the witches were coming to their rescue from behind. It was a chase, with danger lurking everywhere.

Those humans caught in the middle continue to die.

The crying never stopped.