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

Time and space intertwine, the five elements merge, wind, rain, thunder, and lightning give rise to the weather, and the twelve drops of essence blood are each wrapped with the power of laws, causing the spiritual energy within the Three Immortal Islands to fluctuate in waves.

Haotian's eyes revealed longing. The essence blood of the Ancestral Witch! His physical cultivation could finally be put on the agenda!

Haotian carefully put away the twelve drops of essence blood in a jade box and looked at the two of them with a good mood: "Fellow Daoists, you twelve Ancestral Witches should first communicate about this matter. I can't trust Fellow Daoists Zhurong and Gonggong."

I don't want those two to stab me from behind or jump onto Nuwa's face again when I'm facing the demons on the battlefield...

Unless you can resurrect Pangu, no one can save that fool.

For a moment, Dijiang's expression turned ugly. He knew the other party was telling the truth, and he replied in a low voice, "I will keep Gonggong in check."

Houtu nodded solemnly, indicating that she would not take this matter lightly.

She surveyed the Three Immortal Islands, and after a long pause, chuckled softly, "Fellow Daoist, I really want to know, what trump cards do you have against the demon race?"

This person's revealed realm has always been the mid-stage Quasi-Saint. The strength of the Zhou Tian Xing Dou Great Array of the Demon Race is at least that of a Half-Saint. It will definitely be upgraded again in 80,000 years. From any perspective, this fellow Daoist is no match for the Demon Race.

Haotian lowered his eyelids. They had only reached a verbal agreement. Even if they had sworn an oath, it was because Haotian had spoken of the harm the Wu Clan had done to the prehistoric world that made Dijiang and Houtu feel uneasy.

But his actual skill level is ultimately a fatal flaw, at least in the eyes of outsiders!

"Alright, let me show you a part of my trump card, fellow Daoist." Haotian waved his sleeve, and the barrier between Penglai and Fangzhang, the two immortal paths, became transparent.

One by one, the Star Gods closed their eyes and inhaled the power of the stars, and dozens of illusory stars appeared, transforming Fangzhang Immortal Island into a starry sky.

"Star God!"

"How did they get here!"

Houtu and Dijiang were speechless for a long time. Haotian blinked, and the barrier reopened. The two remained silent for a long time before drinking the tea in their cups to suppress their shock.

"If it were the last great battle, you would have let the Star God..."

As she spoke, Houtu stopped talking. She wanted to say that if Haotian asked the Star Gods to recall their respective stars, the power of the Zhou Tian Star Array would be greatly reduced, and then they would definitely kill Dijun and the others!

But on what grounds?

Haotian raised an eyebrow but didn't continue. It seemed he had some self-awareness; why should he sacrifice his trump card for the sake of the Witch Clan?

Such an opportunity can only be used once, so it should be reserved for the most suitable place.

"Fellow Daoist, to be frank, I do want to save the Ancestral Witches," Haotian said calmly. "But my previous plan was for your two clans to fight to the death, and then I would clean up the mess. As long as I could save the lives of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, it would be a way of repaying the kindness of the Great God Pangu."

Dijiang remained silent. This was indeed a great opportunity for Haotian, but it was unclear what prompted him to change his mind.

"Is it because of Heaven and Earth?" Houtu's eyes flashed with sorrow. She stood up and bowed to Haotian. "Although you do not have the bloodline of the Father God, you have done no less than us."

Haotian nodded; he certainly deserved this courtesy.

"After the war, I will clean up the mess and I will be very happy to have gained merit." Haotian looked out of the island, as if he could see the whole world. "But the last war between the Lich King and the Demon King caused too much damage to the world."

"Fellow Daoist was present when I received the merit. That merit was more than enough to refine several top-grade innate spiritual treasures. Moreover, if your two clans were to fight to the death and one after another self-destruct, I am truly worried that the events of the West will repeat themselves."

"I want to be the Heavenly Emperor, and what I want to rule is a complete and primordial world, not a world riddled with holes and filled with suffering."

No one knew the outcome of the Lich Wars better than him.

The pillar of heaven collapsed, the four cardinal directions were severed, the sky tilted to the northwest, hence the sun and moon moved there; the earth was incomplete in the southeast, hence floods and dust settled there.

With the collapse of Mount Buzhou, at least 30% of the living beings in the prehistoric world were lost. Although the East did not suffer the same fate as the West, the innate spiritual energy of the prehistoric world gradually began to disappear.

And the karma of the witch clan...

Later, the three races that created the world were able to reappear in the world, and the demon race also had the power of a new generation. But what about the witch race? I'm afraid that even when the immeasurable calamity comes, they will not be able to wash away the karma on their bodies.

"Fellow Daoist," Houtu called softly. Haotian's expression was so sorrowful that it touched her heart, as if she were witnessing the darkest moment of the Wu Clan.

Dijiang took a deep breath: "Fellow Daoist, rest assured, I will restrain the Wu Clan. For the sake of heaven and earth, I trust you!"

What Haotian said before may have been sweet talk, but his genuine feelings just now cannot be faked.

Their ancestral witches are descendants of the Father God, and they are willing to give everything to protect the world. If someone can do the same in the future, even if their entire clan perishes, they will have inherited the will of the witch clan!

Dijiang's heart pounded, and he felt an impulse surging in his chest, as if he had merged with heaven and earth. This world was created by the Father God, and it was the world they were meant to protect.

"boom--"

An endless storm of qi and blood emanated from his body. The laws of space seemed to be attracted to him, turning into countless points of light that rushed into his body. The spiritual energy within Penglai Immortal Island surged violently, being continuously absorbed by Dijiang.

He even devoured all the spiritual fruits on the table. Di Jiang's aura continued to rise, and wave after wave of energy spread out, causing countless spiritual plants on the island to prostrate themselves.

Dijiang's figure was on Penglai Immortal Island, yet he seemed to have merged with the void, transforming into the spatial power that stabilized heaven and earth!

Houtu and Haotian stared blankly at Dijiang's surging aura until his breath calmed down.

Seeing the glint in Dijiang's eyes, Haotian turned his head: "Does your Wu clan experience moments of sudden enlightenment?"

How can one achieve enlightenment without even a primordial spirit?

Houtu pondered for a moment and then shook her head: "No, I don't know why my elder brother is like this, but he has indeed broken through."

Haotian sighed. Yes, Dijiang has broken through to the late stage of Quasi-Saint!

"Brother Haotian, you were right!" Dijiang pierced through space and tightly grasped Haotian's hands. "Thank you for reminding me in time!"

Haotian was extremely embarrassed. It seemed that the leader of the Ancestral Witches had taken the wrong medicine, but his strength was quite great, as expected of someone who cultivated a physical body.

Houtu coughed twice, and Dijiang finally released his grip. Haotian looked at the mess and shrugged. Dijiang chuckled twice, having absorbed the energy of all the spiritual fruits.

The three sat down again, and Dijiang slowly spoke: "I don't know what happened either, but I was moved by what Brother Haotian said. Protecting heaven and earth is our responsibility. I just feel that the spirit of the Wu clan should not be limited to bloodline. As long as one has the will to protect heaven and earth, one can be called a member of the Wu clan!"

Houtu blinked. "Brother, what lofty ambitions you have!"

Haotian's eyes flickered. The demon race had decreed that all beings with spirits were demons, while Dijiang wanted to spread the spirit of the witch race!

In this primordial world, who dares to say they won't protect it? It's simply because it's politically correct!

As expected of the chieftain of the Witch Clan, he is indeed no pushover!

By upholding the heart of heaven and earth, Dijiang at this moment is indeed the true descendant of Pangu.

Haotian's expression suddenly changed. He stood up and looked at the two people in front of him in shock. Could this be the path that the Wu Clan is going to take?