Transmigrating into Haotian, ruling the Three Pure Ones and pacifying the primordial world.

The East China Sea is vast and the water is calm. A plush monkey dressed in armor stands in the air, its expression somewhat stiff.

The two cultivators in front of him exuded a murderous aura, which made the aquatic creatures in the sea dare not show their faces. Just the aura they emanated made him tremble.

The battles he had experienced before were nothing compared to these two. Besides, his teacher had only asked him to crush a jade talisman, so why were there two of them?

Haotian stepped out of the space and saw this scene: Houtu, dressed in yellow, had a look of compassion on her brow, but could not hide her anger, and beside her…

Shaped like a yellow sac, red as cinnabar fire, with six legs and four wings, it was chaotic and faceless, with wisps of spatial laws swirling around its wings, completely sealing off this place.

Even though he transformed into the true form of the Ancestral Witch, he concealed his aura to avoid revealing more information.

Haotian looked at Dijiang, who was as tall as an ordinary person with an innate Dao physique, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes: "Fellow Daoist Dijiang, what brings you here?"

Then, Tu's expression turned grave, and a silver light flashed across Di Jiang's body as he transformed into a primordial Dao body, saying in a deep, resonant voice, "I had no choice but to come."

As he spoke, he shielded Houtu behind him and faced the person in front of him. According to the immortal realm, he was now considered to be in the mid-stage of Quasi-Saint and was also a Space Ancestral Witch. He had taken the initiative to seal this place, but Haotian was able to appear here silently without arousing his vigilance.

Doesn't this mean that if this person were to make a move in secret, even he wouldn't be able to react in time?

Just how profound is this person's mastery of spatial manipulation?

"Come on then. It's not good to bully someone like me," Haotian said calmly, and Lu Er immediately straightened up.

Dijiang remained silent for a moment, then cupped his hands and said, "It was my rudeness!"

"Come in." Haotian turned around, and ripples appeared in the space, revealing the formation of the Three Immortal Islands. Dijiang and Houtu exchanged a glance and then walked in.

When Di Jun destroyed the Celestial Court, Haotian's Three Immortal Islands were revealed to all living beings in the prehistoric world, and every cultivator above the Great Luo level knew of them.

As the group entered, the space rippled, as if no one had ever been there.

"This place is indeed a superior blessed land for immortals," Houtu praised.

The group arrived at the Huangzhong plum tree, where Lu Er, understanding the situation, offered various spiritual fruits and respectfully withdrew.

After tasting it, Houtu raised her head with a solemn expression: "Fellow Daoist, was it true that you had that monkey deliver the message earlier?"

Haotian nodded: "That's right. You all take out twelve drops of Ancestral Witch Blood Essence, and I will guarantee your brother and the others a safe retreat from the Lich War."

Dijiang clenched his fists involuntarily. He was shocked by what his little sister said, which is why he came. One reason was to protect the Dharma, and the other was to see what Haotian was up to!

"How do you know that my Witch Clan won't defeat the Demon Clan? Even after the Dao Ancestor's decree expires, the Demon Clan will still be no match for our Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation!"

Dijiang's voice was rough as he stared intently at Haotian, his tone full of certainty.

Haotian couldn't help but laugh: "Fellow Daoist, let's not beat around the bush. You can defeat the demon race, but you can't exterminate them all. And your witch race will never become the protagonist of the world!"

"What did you say!" Dijiang slammed his hand on the table and stood up. Looking at the wooden table with cracks appearing, Haotian's face flashed with disgust. This humble Daoist really hates discussing with such an idiot who can't understand human language.

Houtu pulled Dijiang to sit down again and said in a deep voice, "I will compensate for this wooden table. Please enlighten me, fellow Daoist."

Haotian sneered: "Originally, I only invited one fellow Daoist."

Dijiang snorted through his nose but said nothing more. Haotian calmly said, "I thought that after what happened last time, you would understand things a little better."

No matter how Haotian tries to whitewash or defend himself, Hongjun's act of preventing the Wu Clan from killing Dijun and others is essentially taking sides.

In the primordial world, apart from those fools who were not clear-headed, almost everyone could see that the Witch and Demon races could not be allowed to dominate. If they continued to fight, they would end up like the three races that created the world.

But now, these two races are the main protagonists of the Great Tribulation, and it is impossible for them to extricate themselves unless a third party joins in!

"I'd like to know, if the Wu Clan defeats the Demon Clan, will the myriad races of the primordial world be enough for the Wu Clan to feed?" Haotian coldly looked at the two. "With their fortunes enhanced, the Wu Clan's population has greatly increased. Do you intend to destroy the world created by the Great God Pangu?"

"No... I didn't!" Houtu murmured, her expression agitated. "Our race inherited our father's will to protect the primordial world!"

"Protect?" Haotian retorted, "But what I see is not like that!"

Even though the Wu tribe could cultivate using the earth's turbid energy, it was ultimately a drop in the ocean. The primordial world was constantly generating turbid energy, malevolent energy, and calamity energy, and the weak Wu tribe did not have such a powerful ability.

They need to consume blood to cultivate. They claim to be descendants of Pangu, but they regard all the races of the prehistoric world as food. Even without the demon race, the final fate of the witch race would only be to be destroyed by the gods!

As Haotian spoke, Dijiang and Houtu turned pale. Only then did they realize that they had been living in the midst of a great calamity and had long been blind to the crisis facing the world.

"The Wu Clan is too powerful. Even with the legacy of the Great God Pangu, they cannot protect you forever!" Haotian said coldly. "The individual strength is too great. How much spiritual energy must they absorb every day? But the world has its limits."

Seeing the changing expressions on their faces, Haotian sighed, "Fellow Daoists, the Primordial World is ultimately controlled by the Heavenly Dao. Although you only revere the Great God Pangu, have you considered how you will continue to survive in the Primordial World as more Heavenly Dao Saints attain enlightenment?"

Houtu took a deep breath, suppressing her thoughts: "Then, fellow Daoist, do you have any good ideas?"

The Wu Clan is already mired in a quagmire. Even if they want to withdraw from the Wu-Yao conflict, the two clans are sworn enemies. Di Jun will never let them go. Moreover, how could Heaven allow them to escape unscathed?

A barely perceptible smile flashed in Haotian's eyes. He applied pressure first, and Houtu couldn't withstand it. This ancestral witch had absorbed the least amount of evil energy, making her the easiest to talk to compared to the other ancestral witches.

But he wasn't lying; these were facts right in front of him.

Haotian's gaze swept over Dijiang and Houtu, and he slowly spoke: "The Three Immortal Islands are isolated from the secrets of heaven, so I will not hide anything from you two."

"I want to be the Heavenly Emperor!" Haotian said, enunciating each word clearly. His gaze was fixed on the two men, and he could clearly see their pupils shrink as a result of his words. Haotian did not stop, but continued, "Not the Heavenly Emperor of the Demon Race, but the Heavenly Emperor of the entire Primordial World."

Dijiang sneered, and Houtu's expression also turned ugly: "What, fellow Daoist, do you expect my Wu Clan to submit as well?"

"The Wu Clan only reveres the Great God Pangu. What virtue or ability do I possess to deserve this?" Haotian sneered. "I merely received a favor from the Great God, thus sparing the lives of your twelve Ancestral Witches!"

Haotian put down his teacup, chuckled, but his voice was even colder: "I, Haotian, will end the great calamity of the Lich King, but your Wu Clan must retreat from the primordial world and not interfere in the affairs of the primordial world."

"Furthermore, you may not serve as officials in the Heavenly Court, but you must acknowledge my position as the Heavenly Emperor."

"Don't even think about it!" Di Jiang slammed his palm down, and the wooden table finally shattered completely.

Haotian didn't even blink, but the pressure on his body slowly dissipated, and his voice, filled with killing intent, gradually rang out: "By separating and suppressing you all, I can save your lives. In this way, I can repay the kindness of the Great God Pangu!"