My classmates chose martial arts and fantasy, but I chose the prehistoric world.

After Yi shot down the suns, the atmosphere across the entire prehistoric continent shifted from undercurrents to tense confrontation.

Within the Heavenly Court of the Demon Clan, Di Jun's rage was like a volcano about to erupt, impossible to suppress.

The tragic deaths of his nine sons caused him to completely lose his former composure and restraint.

He ordered all demon tribes to gather their forces while simultaneously sending spies to infiltrate the witch tribe's territory to gather intelligence on the movements of the twelve ancestral witches.

Taiyi tried to persuade his brother to calm down, but when he saw Dijun's bloodshot eyes, he swallowed his words.

He knew that saying anything at this point would be useless.

The hatred for killing one's son can only be avenged with blood!

On the Wu tribe's side, the eleven ancestral witches, excluding Houtu, were also preparing for war.

After Yi shot down the sun, the morale of the Wu tribe soared to unprecedented heights!

In their view, the ten golden crows of the demon race usually swaggered around, scorching the earth, and deserved to be taught a lesson long ago.

Da Yi did it! Da Yi is a hero of the Wu tribe!

Zhu Rong was constantly clamoring to strike while the iron was hot, to launch a full-scale attack on the Heavenly Court, and to twist off the heads of Di Jun and Tai Yi to use as wine jugs. Loading... Hou Tu emerged from her cave, her expression grave: "Where?"

"On the shores of the East China Sea".

Meng Chuan sat up and looked eastward. "A tribe of the Witch Clan and a patrol of the Demon Clan have run into each other. Neither side can control the situation, and they're now fighting like madmen."

Houtu was silent for a moment, then said softly, "This is just the beginning."

"Um."

Meng Chuan nodded. "A single spark can start a prairie fire. This small conflict will soon spread throughout the entire prehistoric world."

Meng Chuan looked at her, as if he could see through her thoughts, and his gaze softened.

"rest assured."

He said softly, "I will not let the witch clan perish."

"At least—it won't let the people you care about perish."

Houtu raised her head and met his gaze, a warm feeling welling up in her heart.

She nodded and didn't say anything more.

War, like a plague, spread rapidly.

The conflict on the coast of the East China Sea was just the first spark.

Immediately afterwards, battles broke out in the strongholds of the Witch Clan and the Demon Clan in the Southern Frontier, the Northern Region, and the Western Wilderness.

At first, it was just a small-scale skirmish, but as casualties increased, the anger of both sides grew stronger, more and more troops were involved, and the scale of the battle became larger and larger.

Not long after, the first large-scale battle broke out in southern Xinjiang.

On the side of the Wu tribe, the ancestral Wu Zhurong personally led the army, with 30,000 Wu warriors under his command, each one brave and skilled in battle, fearless of death.

On the demon side, the demon saint Bai Ze led 50,000 elite demons to lay a trap, attempting to annihilate Zhu Rong's forces in one fell swoop.

The battle lasted for seven days and seven nights.

In the end, Zhu Rong, relying on the powerful physical body of the Ancestral Witch, tore through the encirclement of the demon race, killed three great demons, and led more than 10,000 remaining soldiers to break out.

Although the demon race had a numerical advantage, they did not gain much advantage and lost more than 20,000 demon soldiers.

The battle ended in a draw. But everyone knew that this was just the appetizer.

The real battle is yet to come!

……

Mount Sumeru.

Jieyin and Zhunti stood atop the mountain, gazing at the eastern sky, which was stained red by the flames of war.

"here we go."

Zhunti's voice carried a faint hint of amusement, "The Lich War has finally begun."

With hands clasped together and a compassionate expression, he said, "The suffering of living beings is a tragedy of the primordial era."

"What you say is true, senior brother."

Zhunti nodded, his face filled with compassion, "Our Western religion upholds a compassionate heart and should extend a helping hand at this time to save those suffering in the war."

Jieyin glanced at him but said nothing.

The two men understood each other implicitly. War was the perfect opportunity to reap the rewards of their followers.

Especially for those who have lost their homes and loved ones in the war and have nowhere else to turn, a warm gesture of care and a bowl of spiritual comfort are enough to make them willingly convert.

"How's the little golden crow doing?"

He guided the questioner.

"He's recovering very well."

Zhunti replied, "As expected of a demon emperor, its regenerative abilities far surpass those of ordinary people. I have already begun teaching it some basic cultivation methods, and it is learning very quickly."

"very good."

Jieyin nodded, "If you nurture him well, he will surely become a great person in the future."

Zhunti smiled slightly and turned his gaze to the east again.

"Senior brother, who do you think will win this battle?"

After a moment of silence, Jieyin slowly uttered four words: "A lose-lose situation."

Zhunti's smile deepened. "That's perfect."

He said softly, "A lose-lose situation is the best outcome."

……

Time passed day by day.

The battle between liches gradually escalated from localized conflicts into a full-scale war.

Following the Southern Frontier Campaign, large-scale battles broke out in the Northern Regions, Western Wilderness, and East China Sea. Both sides committed increasing numbers of troops, and the intensity of the fighting grew ever greater.

The earth was stained red with blood, and the sky was obscured by gunpowder smoke.

Countless lives perished in this war, including those of the witch race, the demon race, and humans and other races caught up in the conflict.

The primordial continent has been transformed into a giant meat grinder.

In the center of this meat grinder, there was a figure who never made a move.

He sat on a cloud, observing everything with detached indifference.

Meng Chuan's gaze deepened. "In this primordial era, the obvious protagonists are the Witch Clan and the Demon Clan. But those who truly control the game are the sages hiding behind the scenes." "Hongjun, the Three Pure Ones, Jieyin, Zhunti, Nuwa—they are the true beneficiaries of this war."

"The fiercer the fight between the witch clan and the demon clan, the happier they are."

"Because only in this way can they profit from it."

In the original historical trajectory of the primordial world, after the great war between the witches and demons, the witches withdrew from the historical stage, the demons were severely weakened, and the human race took the opportunity to rise.

Those sages, on the other hand, gained more faith, more fortune, and more influence during the rise of humanity.

This war, from beginning to end, was a conspiracy.

Meng Chuan stood up, dusted off his clothes, glanced at Hou Tu beside him, and then looked into the distance.

"Don't worry, it shouldn't take too long."

"When those saints thought they had everything under control—"

A knowing smile appeared on his lips.

"I will tell them what it means to—"

"The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind!"