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

Accompanied by a sigh, a supreme, all-encompassing, and aloof divine pressure slowly descended.

Purple clouds rise from the east for thirty thousand miles, golden lotuses emerge from the void, and the profound pronouncements of the Great Dao resound silently.

A blurry, ethereal figure slowly coalesced in the heavens.

Its face and form are unseen, only its supreme majesty, which makes one tremble with fear and yearn to worship, remains.

Dao Ancestor - Hongjun!

Although it was only a phantom manifestation, Hongjun's aura at this moment was even more vast and closer to the "Heavenly Dao" than in Zixiao Palace. It was as if he was no longer a simple "living being" but the embodiment of the rules of the Heavenly Dao.

"The war between the Lich King and the Demon King brought devastation to the primordial world..."

The phantom of Hongjun spoke, his voice calm and indifferent, yet it was like a decree of Heaven, imprinted on every inch of the void and the soul of every living being.

"From this day forward, the demon race will rule the heavens, and the witch race will govern the earth. Each shall perform its duties and shall not overstep its bounds."

"A truce between the two races is to be observed for ten thousand years. No further war shall be waged within this timeframe. Those who violate this will face divine retribution and be annihilated, body and soul!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the Heavenly Dao roared and the rules responded.

Countless golden runes emerged from the void, transforming into two dazzling decrees. One flew towards the demon race, and the other towards the witch race, merging into the fortunes of both sides.

At the same time, an immense power of the Heavenly Dao descended, forcibly separating the two sides who were on the verge of war, and planting an inviolable restriction in their hearts.

For ten thousand years, the lich and demons must not engage in a life-or-death struggle!

Those who disobey will be punished by Heaven and will surely die!

Throughout the primordial world, countless beings looked up at the sky, and upon hearing the Dao Ancestor's decree that resonated throughout heaven and earth, they were first stunned, and then burst into earth-shaking cheers.

"The Dao Ancestor is merciful!"

"The lich is finally not fighting anymore!"

"May peace last forever! May peace last forever!"

Most living beings were overjoyed.

The lich war has raged for years, with far-reaching consequences, and the lich people have long suffered greatly.

Now that the Dao Ancestor has personally issued an edict ordering a 10,000-year ceasefire, it is like a godsend to them.

However, on the battlefield...

Dijiang and the other ancestral witches had ashen faces, their chests heaving violently, and their eyes filled with resentment and anger!

Isn't this old Taoist Hongjun being far too biased towards the demon race?

Taiyi and Dijun both had gloomy expressions.

With the addition of Quasi-Saint Fuxi and Nuwa, a direct disciple of the Dao Ancestor, their demon clan's strength has greatly increased!

He originally intended to take this opportunity to fight a great battle with the Ancestral Witches, to demonstrate the strength of the demon race and deter the prehistoric world... but unexpectedly, he was forcibly stopped by the Dao Ancestor.

But no one dared to disobey the Daoist patriarch's decree.

Meng Chuan gripped the gun tightly in anger, his veins bulging.

He slowly raised his head to look at the blurry phantom in the sky, his heart filled with apprehension, but then he suddenly lowered his head again, his eyes icy cold.

This Taoist patriarch is truly hypocritical, wanting to have his cake and eat it too!

Wasn't today's incident instigated by him in secret?

Without his instruction, Nuwa would have joined the demon race camp on a whim with her brother Fuxi, allowing Dijun and Taiyi to risk a deadly battle between the witches and demons to help Kunpeng deal with Hongyun and seize the Primordial Purple Qi.

Without his instruction, would Laozi and Yuanshi have intervened at this time to restrain this "variable"?

If he hadn't given the instructions, would we be in this situation now?

Now, just as the liches are about to fight, he's come out and playing the "good guy."

At this moment, all living beings in the primordial world must be grateful to him to tears.

The liches divided the world, and a truce lasted for ten thousand years...

According to the normal trajectory of the primordial era, such a thing did indeed happen.

But that was many years after the three lectures at Zixiao Palace ended, when the conflict between the witches and demons intensified, leading to battles across the prehistoric world and causing widespread devastation...

Not now!

It was definitely not right after Hongyun died!

Nuwa and Fuxi should not have joined the demon race at this time.

In the original primordial era, they entered the Demon Court and became Nuwa and Xihuang after Hongjun issued a decree to let the demon race rule the heavens and the demon race established the Heavenly Court. They were then honored alongside the demon emperors Jun and Donghuang Taiyi.

really!

Hongyun's death was a scheme devised by Hongjun and even the Heavenly Dao!

It is not to be disobeyed!

At least, it is inviolable in the eyes of Hongjun and the Heavenly Dao!

And he, and even the Witch Clan, are now powerless to defy him!

"Dao Ancestor!"

Just then, Zhen Yuanzi suddenly looked up, staring intently at the illusory figure of Hongjun, and spoke in a hoarse voice, each word dripping with blood: "Fellow Daoist Hongyun's Primordial Purple Qi was personally bestowed by you, Dao Ancestor, in the Zixiao Palace! It was said that he was 'naturally benevolent and blessed with good fortune,' thus granting him the opportunity to become a saint!"

"Now, the demon clan's Kunpeng, Dijun, and Taiyi, coveting the purple aura, have committed acts of plunder and murder, resulting in Fellow Daoist Hongyun's complete annihilation and the dissipation of the purple aura!"

"Such actions disregard the Dao Ancestor's grace, trample on the dignity of Zixiao Palace, and are a grave disrespect to Your Majesty!"

"May I ask the Ancestor—shouldn't we hold him accountable for his crimes, to set the record straight and to comfort the spirit of Fellow Daoist Hongyun in heaven?!"

Zhen Yuanzi's voice was hoarse, yet powerful, carrying endless sorrow and questioning, echoing between heaven and earth.

Everyone felt a chill and looked at the phantom of Hongjun.

Yes, Hongyun's Primordial Purple Qi was personally bestowed by the Dao Ancestor...

This action by the demon race is tantamount to slapping the face of the Dao Ancestor.

What will the Dao Ancestor do?

Under the watchful eyes of countless people, the illusory figure of Hongjun slowly "looked" at Zhen Yuanzi.

His gaze was indifferent, distant, devoid of sorrow or joy, as if he were looking at a speck of dust, an ant.

Then, the phantom slowly faded away and disappeared into the heavens.

He did not utter a single word from beginning to end.

There was no response to Zhen Yuanzi's questioning.

It was as if the death of Hongyun, the crimes of the demon race, the dissipation of the purple aura—all of these were irrelevant to him, utterly insignificant…

Between heaven and earth, only the lingering echo of that decree remained, along with the chilling, heavenly indifference that sent shivers down one's spine.

Zhen Yuanzi stood there, stunned, watching the spot where Hongjun's phantom had vanished. The light in his eyes dimmed little by little, eventually turning into a deathly silence and desolation.

He got it.

The Dao Ancestor didn't care about Hongyun's life or death at all!

The bestowal of the Primordial Purple Qi may have been a calculated scheme from the beginning.

Hongyun, from beginning to end, was merely a pawn destined to be discarded on the chessboard of Heaven's Way.

A pawn used to trigger calamity, balance the liches, and even nourish the primordial world... a discarded pawn!

"Heh...hehe..."

Zhen Yuanzi suddenly chuckled softly, his laughter hoarse, mournful, and filled with endless sorrow and mockery.

He laughed and laughed, tears streaming down his face, but then he tilted his head back to stop the tears from falling.

But at this moment, the spine that had stood straight for who knows how many years seemed to be slightly hunched over by an invisible burden.

Meng Chuan silently walked to Zhen Yuanzi's side and placed his hand on his trembling shoulder.

He didn't speak.

Words seem pale and powerless at this moment.

Dijiang and the other ancestral witches watched all this in silence, their anger gradually turning into a deep, chilling sense of shared sorrow.

Even Hongyun, who was personally bestowed with the Primordial Purple Qi by the Taoist Hongjun, was killed by the demon race without hesitation. Not only did the demon race not care, but they also intentionally protected the demon race!

Otherwise, why would his personal disciple appear in the demon race camp?

What about the witch clan?

If one day, Heaven decrees their demise, would Hongjun, the old Taoist, be just as indifferent?

The eleven ancestral witches, including Dijiang, recalled what Houtu had told them after returning from Zixiao Palace: "Hongjun has indeed merged with the Heavenly Dao," thus verifying Meng Chuan's prophecy...

They had no more doubts about Meng Chuan's prediction of the future fate of the Wu tribe!

Taiyi, Dijun, and Kunpeng exchanged glances, each seeing a hint of relief and smugness in the other's eyes.

The Dao Ancestor's attitude was already clear.

Hongyun, you're dead, that's all.

The primordial purple aura, once dispersed, is dispersed.

No one will investigate. The demon race remains unharmed.

"Let's go!"

Taiyi glanced coldly at Meng Chuan and the Ancestral Witches, then turned and transformed into crimson-gold flames as he departed.

Di Jun and Kunpeng followed closely behind. Nuwa and Fuxi exchanged a glance, sighed, and then followed as well.

Yuanshi nodded slightly to Laozi, and the two of them vanished in a ray of light.

Tongtian stood there, looking at his two departing elder brothers, then at the grief-stricken Zhen Yuanzi, the silent Meng Chuan, and the enraged Ancestral Witch. He opened his mouth, but in the end, it turned into a long sigh. He bowed to Meng Chuan, then transformed into a sword light and left.

In the blink of an eye, the demon race and the Three Pure Ones all departed. Only the witch race, Meng Chuan, Zhen Yuanzi, and this shattered void, bearing the marks of the great battle and echoing with grief and anger, remained.

"Return to our ancestral homeland."

Dijiang's voice was hoarse, carrying an extreme, suppressed rage. The ancestral witches silently turned around, tearing through the void.

Meng Chuan, supporting Zhen Yuanzi, stepped inside.

The void is closing!

Between heaven and earth, only the sound of the wind howling, like weeping and lamenting.

It was as if they were mourning the kind-hearted and benevolent Old Ancestor Hongyun, who ultimately died and disappeared without leaving a trace.

It also seems to foreshadow an even darker and more brutal catastrophe, which is silently accumulating and about to sweep across this seemingly "peaceful" primordial world.

And above the nine heavens, deep within the Heavenly Dao.

A pair of indifferent and lofty eyes, seemingly encompassing eternity and countless beings, slowly closed.

Everything has returned to its predetermined course.

No one can defy the will of Heaven!