Primordial Era: I, the auspicious beast Pixiu, am the darling of the Great Dao.

As soon as he finished speaking, the four members of Tianlu turned their gazes toward the source of the sound.

The chaotic air currents churned violently, forcibly torn apart by two scorching and domineering bursts of solar fire.

The newcomers were Di Jun and Tai Yi, followed by Fu Xi, Bai Ze, and a group of demon saints.

Although the demon race had not been recognized by the Heavenly Dao before and had failed to gather fortune, the title of demon race had already become synonymous with these great demons in the secrets of the various deities of the prehistoric world.

Upon seeing Di Jun and Tai Yi arrive together and speak rudely, Hou Tu's gentle expression instantly darkened.

She was already extremely anxious about the fate of the Witch Clan, so she was far from giving these two golden crows a friendly look.

"How dare a mere crow with flat feathers comment on us, the true descendants of Pangu?"

"Brother Tianlu is the second-generation Son of the Great Dao, while our Ancestral Witch Father God is the first-generation Son of the Great Dao. Perhaps there is some profound connection between them."

"Not to mention, Brother Tianlu hasn't even spoken yet, so what right do you two flat-feathered crows have to speak on his behalf!"

These words were tantamount to a direct slap in the face.

Di Jun and Tai Yi have always held themselves in high esteem, considering themselves supreme deities born from the Sun Star. They have never suffered such humiliation.

"you!"

Taiyi's eyes blazed with fury, and he laughed in extreme anger.

boom!

A terrifying pressure belonging to the early stage of Quasi-Saint erupted from Taiyi without reservation.

The true fire of the sun that enveloped its body transformed into a gigantic three-legged golden crow phantom, which roared to the sky behind it.

Di Jun's expression was equally cold, his body surging with magical power, echoing Tai Yi's aura. The two quasi-saints' early stage pressures crushed towards Hou Tu.

Faced with the combined pressure from the two quasi-saints, Houtu did not retreat but advanced instead.

She lacked a primordial spirit and could not draw upon the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, but the vast blood and qi within her body, which belonged to the essence of Pangu, was completely revived at this moment.

Boom!

It was as if an ancient war drum was beating in the chaos.

Houtu's body trembled slightly, and a pure and extremely powerful aura shot into the sky. The law of earth intertwined around her to form an absolute domain, and the pressure was actually at the level of a mid-stage Quasi-Saint.

The vast power of blood and qi not only blocked all of Di Jun and Tai Yi's true solar fire, but the momentum it generated was also firmly above the two golden crows, causing the demon saints such as Bai Ze behind them to turn pale and retreat repeatedly.

Standing to the side, Tianlu took in all of this, and a hint of surprise flashed in his golden eyes.

Hou Tu has actually reached the strength of a mid-stage Quasi-Saint?

It should be noted that Hongjun had just finished explaining the method of severing the three corpses. Among the gods of the prehistoric world, even the most outstanding ones had only just severed one corpse and entered the early stage of Quasi-Saint.

Later, Tu, lacking a primordial spirit and unable to cultivate the Three Corpses Technique, was able to elevate his combat power to the mid-stage of Quasi-Saint solely through his physical blood and qi and his comprehension of the laws.

As expected of being formed from the essence of Pangu's blood, it possesses such terrifying combat power without needing the Three Corpses Technique. Its value is truly remarkable.

Seeing that the two sides' momentum was rising and they were about to start fighting right outside Zixiao Palace, Tianlu finally spoke.

"Wait until we fight."

Upon hearing this, Di Jun, Tai Yi, and Hou Tu all slightly restrained their auras.

In their view, Brother Tianlu was preparing to step in and mediate between the two sides.

After all, everyone had just listened to the Taoist patriarch's sermon, and it would indeed be undignified for them to start fighting here.

However, while they were waiting for Tianlu to continue his message...

Tianlu's spatial laws rippled slightly, his eyes swept over everyone without any lingering affection, and then he turned around without hesitation, taking Nuwa and Yang Hui with him, transforming into a stream of light and disappearing into the void.

This scene left both sides stunned.

The chosen one of the Great Dao, without even a word of politeness, simply ran away cleanly and decisively?

Houtu was the first to come to her senses. Watching Tianlu's figure disappear into the depths of chaos, she hurriedly shouted.

"Brother Tianlu, regarding the matter of establishing the clan's destiny..."

Deep within the void, Tianlu, who was traversing at breakneck speed, heard Houtu's call but did not turn around, leaving only a clear voice echoing in the chaos.

"Exchange it for the fruit of a top-grade innate spiritual root, or a top-grade innate spiritual treasure."

As soon as he finished speaking, Tianlu's aura vanished without a trace, leaving not even a ripple in space.

Seeing that Tianlu had left, Houtu was too lazy to get entangled with Dijun and Taiyi any longer.

She glanced coldly at the two golden crows and uttered a curt remark.

"Flat-feathered crow".

With that, she blurred into a streak of earth-yellow light and sped straight toward the primordial land.

Taiyi was thoroughly enraged by Houtu's contemptuous attitude. The phantom of the Chaos Bell appeared and disappeared above his head, emitting a dull bell sound. He intended to directly stop Houtu.

But a hand rested firmly on his shoulder.

"Brother, why are you stopping me?"

Taiyi looked at Dijun with a puzzled expression.

Not only Taiyi, but even the demon saints like Bai Ze standing to the side were filled with doubt.

Their side had superior numbers, including two early-stage Quasi-Saint Emperors, the top-tier powerhouse Fuxi, and numerous peak-stage Great Luo Golden Immortal Demon Saints. Did they really think they were afraid of a mere Houtu?

At this moment, Fuxi slowly spoke.

"Fellow Daoist Taiyi, the strength of that Ancestral Witch Houtu is extraordinary. We both felt the clash of their auras just now."

"We have all just broken through to the Quasi-Saint realm, and our foundations are not yet fully stable. It is not advisable to fight such a powerful enemy to the death at this time."

"Not to mention, besides Houtu, the Wu clan has eleven ancestral witches. They are all of the same blood. If we were to attract all twelve ancestral witches and cause a conflict, it would be unwise."

"When we are blessed with the fortune of the Demon Clan, we will be able to increase our strength with the power of this fortune, and then we will have the confidence to break ties with the Witch Clan."

Upon hearing this, Di Jun's eyes flashed with admiration, and he nodded slightly.

"Fellow Daoist Fuxi, what you say is very true."

"Right now, let's go back and prepare the fruits of the top-grade innate spiritual roots, and see if we can persuade Brother Tianlu to part with some of his fortune and authority so that we can establish the demon race."

Although Taiyi was unwilling, he knew that the overall situation was more important, so he remained silent.

Afterwards, Di Jun, Tai Yi, and the others did not linger, but transformed into streams of light and returned to the primordial world.

As for why not use a top-grade innate spiritual treasure to exchange for it?

That's because top-grade innate spiritual treasures greatly enhance their combat power.

If we give it to Tianlu, wouldn't we be heartbroken?

Fruit can grow again, but if a spiritual treasure is lost, it is truly gone.

at the same time.

After passing through the chaotic air currents and returning to the primordial world, Nuwa temporarily parted ways with Tianlu in order to return to her Daoist temple to consolidate her cultivation.

On the other hand, Yang Hui followed Tianlu closely as he prepared to return to the East Sea Dojo, which surprised Tianlu.

Tianlu stopped and looked Yang Hui up and down with a half-smile, asking him a question.

"Little girl, what are you still doing following me? Aren't you going back to your Xikunlun?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Hui blushed with embarrassment and indignation on her fair cheeks. She lowered her head slightly and muttered softly.

"My lord, I wish to follow you."