Primordial Era: The Three Senior Brothers of the Taiqing Clan

Zhunti looked at Chen Qing, his eyes filled with envy and resentment.

It's one thing for a sage to gain less merit than other sages in such a momentous event as mending and supporting the heavens, but he's even inferior to a Great Luo Golden Immortal, even though this Great Luo Golden Immortal is indeed somewhat special.

With the benefits distributed and the troubles resolved, all that remained was the final cleanup. All eyes turned to the surviving members of the Lich and Demon races below.

After this battle, coupled with the calamity of the flooding of the Weak Water, the Witch Clan and the Demon Clan were each reduced to only about a million people. But those who have survived to this day are all the elite of their respective clans.

On the Wu tribe's side, led by several great shamans such as Xing Tian and Jiu Feng, the remaining members of their tribe, their faces filled with sorrow and their eyes red, glared at the demon tribe opposite them. If it weren't for the presence of several saints above them, they probably would have already pounced on them.

Led by Bai Ze and several other demon saints, the demon race led the remaining members of their clan towards Nuwa, their only saint. Now that the Demon Emperor and the Eastern Emperor had both perished in battle, they could only rely on the decisions of the Goddess Nuwa.

Nuwa pondered for a moment, then said in a deep voice, "The Wu and Yao races have both been severely weakened. The remaining Yao race should all retreat to the mountains and forests and must not venture out again. Is this acceptable?"

The Three Pure Ones and the others naturally understood Nuwa's meaning and nodded in agreement.

For them, this was the best possible outcome—the Lich and Demon races were severely weakened and unable to compete for supremacy over the world, allowing the human race to rise to power.

Their respective sects are all founded on the human race, so they can now vigorously develop their traditions, spread their doctrines, and compete for destiny.

Zhunti felt a deep sense of regret. He had originally intended to convert a group of demons to the West to bolster the sect's power. The remaining demons were all elites; if he could bring them under his wing, the Western Sect's strength would undoubtedly increase significantly. Unfortunately, the Three Pure Ones and the others had already agreed, and his opposition alone was futile. In fact, it would only offend Nuwa, making it a losing proposition.

As for the Wu Clan, he hadn't even considered them. The Wu Clan didn't cultivate their primordial spirit, so they couldn't learn the Western Great Laws. Besides, they were warlike by nature, disrespectful of the Heavenly Dao and the sages, and only worshipped Pangu. There was no way he could subdue them.

Thus, the Wu tribe became a group that no one cared about.

Chen Qing's eyes flashed as he looked at the remaining members of the Wu clan and said, "The Ancestral Witch Houtu transformed into the Cycle of Reincarnation, which brought great merit to Heaven and Earth. Now that the Underworld is empty, why not let these Wu clan members temporarily reside there and recuperate?"

"good."

"That's excellent."

The Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, and others all nodded in agreement.

Chen Qing nodded and walked towards the Wu Clan. As for Zhunti and Jieyin's opinions, he didn't take them to heart at all.

The two Western saints' faces darkened, but they were helpless. Who could blame them when this guy had powerful backing? Not only was his combat power extraordinary, but he also had a master, two senior uncles, and even Nuwa owed him a favor.

"When will I be able to receive such a disciple?" Jieyin and Zhunti sighed in unison.

When Xing Tian and the others saw Chen Qing approaching, they immediately became alert and assumed fighting stances.

Chen Qing smiled and said, "I am friends with Houtu, who is now known as Lady Pingxin, and I will not harm you. Would you like to settle down in the Netherworld?"

Xing Tian and the other great shamans exchanged glances, discussed briefly, and then nodded in agreement: "We are willing."

There is no place for them in the primordial wilderness now. Rather than wandering outside, it is better to go to the underworld. Although Lady Pingxin is no longer an ancestral witch, she once was. Seeking refuge with her is worse than going anywhere else.

Everyone dispersed. The war between the Lich King and the Demon King ended with the decline of both races and their withdrawal from the stage of the primordial world, gradually fading from the world's sight like the three ancient races.

Chen Qing led the Wu Clan to the Underworld. Pingxin had been waiting there for a long time.

Dressed in white, Pingxin no longer exudes any of the malevolent aura of the Witch Clan. Instead, she radiates an aura of compassion and empathy, appearing both incongruous and perfectly integrated with the underworld environment—a truly mysterious sight.

Seeing Chen Qing lead the Wu Clan to arrive, Ping Xin smiled broadly, her smile as radiant as a hundred flowers blooming. However, the bitterness in her eyes could not be concealed.

"Thank you very much, Fellow Daoist Chen Qing."

Chen Qing waved his hand: "No need to be polite, it was just a small favor. With these witch clansmen guarding the underworld in the future, I'm sure no one will dare to cause trouble."

Pingxin turned to the Wu tribe members, looking at the remaining million tribesmen before him, a trace of pain flashing in his eyes.

When the Wu tribe first appeared in the primordial world, how spirited and ambitious they were! Each of the twelve Ancestral Witches commanded tens of millions of their people. Who could have imagined that they would fall to such a state today?

"Greetings to the Ancestral Goddess Houtu!"

Xing Tian and the others knelt down in unison. These unyielding Wu Clan warriors all had red eyes at this moment.

A single tear slid down Pingxin's cheek as she nodded slightly. "Get up, all of you. All your brothers have perished in battle, and only a million of our people remain. The Witch Clan cannot withstand any more turmoil. From now on, you will reside in the Underworld and recuperate."

"Yes! I will heed your teachings!"

Xing Tian and the others were filled with resentment, wishing they could fight another battle. But they knew in their hearts that Houtu, the Ancestral Witch, was right—the Witch Clan no longer had the resources to fight. What they needed was to recuperate.

The underworld was vast and empty, and the witch clan quickly settled down.

In an ancient and simple hall, Chen Qing and Ping Xin sat side by side.

Chen Qing surveyed the ancient bronze hall, imbued with Daoist charm, a sense of unease filling his heart. There was no such architecture in the underworld; standing within it felt as if he were surrounded by endless laws.

Perhaps sensing his question, Pingxin's expression somber, and she slowly said, "This is the Pangu Palace, the treasure of my Wu clan. It has existed since the birth of the Wu clan. After my brothers died in battle, it came to me on its own."

"Pangu Palace?" Chen Qing mused.

According to legend, the Pangu Palace was formed from Pangu's heart, but whether that's true or not is unknown. It looks like a spiritual treasure, but he can't sense its grade.

"Alas, I don't know where my witch clan should go from here," Pingxin sighed.

She is no longer a member of the Witch Clan, and is now confined to the Underworld by the Heavenly Dao, unable to leave. If the Witch Clan remained in the Underworld, she could still look after them to some extent.

But if they lose patience and run back to the prehistoric world, that would be troublesome—the prehistoric world would not accept them now, and the saints would not tolerate the rise of the witch clan again.

Chen Qing smiled and comforted them, "If the Wu Clan stays in the Underworld, they will surely live in peace. Even if they occasionally appear in the Primordial World, as long as they behave themselves, they will not cause any trouble. After all, you have performed the cycle of reincarnation, which has brought great merit to heaven and earth. The Wu Clan should not be exterminated."

"Let's hope so!"

Pingxin gave a bitter smile. As a former ancestral witch, how could he not know the nature of the witch clan?

If they discover that staying in the Underworld to recuperate is acceptable, it's basically impossible for them to stay here indefinitely; they simply can't stand it.