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

"Three senior brothers." Haotian Yaochi greeted the newcomers with a cupped-hand salute.

"Junior brother has already attained enlightenment?" Tongtian's surprised voice rang out, and he transformed into a sword light, arriving directly beside the two. "What kind of monster are you? Your speed in attaining enlightenment is so fast."

Haotian smiled gently: "Perhaps I am exceptionally talented."

Laozi coughed lightly: "Why are my junior brothers and sisters standing at the foot of the mountain? Where is Fellow Daoist Houtu?"

His gaze fell upon Mount Buzhou, a vague sense of foreboding creeping into his heart.

"She went to join the other Ancestral Witches," Haotian explained. "Dijun led more than fifty Great Luo Golden Immortals to offer sacrifices to the Great God Pangu, and the Ancestral Witches had no reason to stop them."

"Oh, right, and also Fuxi and Senior Sister Nuwa," Yaochi added quietly.

Haotian looked at the Three Pure Ones with a serious expression: "This is Buzhou Mountain. Whatever they want to do, they are using the pretext of worshipping the Great God Pangu. Senior Brother and Ancestral Witch are both descendants of Pangu. It is not appropriate for Yaochi and me to get involved in this matter."

Upon hearing this, even Lian Tian fell silent. Looking at Hao Tian's expression, he could only sigh.

At this moment, a grand will descended, and the voice from Mount Buzhou resounded through the void, instantly attracting the attention of all living beings in the primordial world:

"Heaven is above. Now the primordial world is in chaos, and all races are scattered. The three races have fallen, but the Wu race dominates the land, wantonly slaughtering all races for food. I, Emperor Jun, am unwilling to see all races scattered and suffer repeated calamities, leading to the extinction of our races."

"Today, we, Emperor Jun/Taiyi/Fuxi/Nuwa, wish to gather all the races of the primordial world and unite all living beings. All creatures, whether scaled, feathered, grassed, insect-like, or stone-like, can receive our protection."

"Today I establish a race called the Demons. In the primordial world, all sentient beings are Demons. I am the Demon Emperor Di Jun/Donghuang Taiyi/Xihuang Fuxi/Nuwa. I will use the innate treasure, the Donghuang Bell, to suppress the Demon race's destiny. I hope Heaven will bear witness!"

"Demon race, stand!"

As soon as the words fell, the heavens and earth trembled slightly, and boundless merit descended upon the summit of Mount Buzhou, causing all living beings in the primordial world to be momentarily stunned.

As the merit descended, Taiyi gently patted the Chaos Bell, and the True Fire of the Sun rose up around him. The bell tolled softly, and in an instant, it resounded throughout the primordial world.

"We pay our respects to His Majesty the Demon Emperor, and to His Majesty the Eastern Emperor, Emperor Xi, and Emperor Nuwa."

Within Mount Buzhou, the resounding voices of over fifty Great Luo Golden Immortals echoed, spreading throughout the prehistoric world along with the fortune of the demon race. In the eastern part of the prehistoric world, beyond the East Sea, where it seemed to be the land of sunrise, stood a towering tree, ten thousand miles high and over a thousand feet thick, its trunk as red as molten gold.

Its leaves are as green as jade, yet as large as an umbrella; its golden veins and red edges stand firm in the wind, radiating countless rays of light and sprinkling with the essence of the primordial sun. It is none other than the Fusang Tree, one of the ten supreme primordial spiritual roots.

At this moment, under the Fusang tree, in the Valley of Tang, stood countless primordial beings, all from different races. Some had transformed into innate Dao bodies, some still carried racial characteristics, and some were even completely in their original forms.

Upon hearing the voice emanating from Mount Buzhou, all the creatures bowed in the direction of Mount Buzhou, shouting, "Demon!"

"Demon!"

"Demon!"

In the blink of an eye, merit descended, and in the darkness, it seemed as if an illusory river appeared, in which the fortunes of countless races merged until they were integrated into a stream that occupied 20% of the fortunes of all living beings in the primordial world. Golden light shot into the sky and fell on every member of the demon race.

Suddenly, four powerful auras appeared in Buzhou Mountain, each comparable to those of the Three Pure Ones and Haotian. The four figures stood silently in the void, as if demonstrating their power to the primordial world.

"Demon race, what a demon race!" Yuanshi's face was ashen as he glared at Buzhou Mountain through gritted teeth. The Three Treasures Jade Ruyi in his hand shone with divine light, and he was about to smash it down.

"Second Brother!" Laozi's tone was somewhat harsh as he reached out to stop Yuanshi's movement, but the knuckles of his hand holding the coiled dragon crutch were white, clearly indicating that he was not at peace.

Tongtian's Qingping Sword rang out with a clear, resounding sound. His eyes flashed with cold light, and his face was filled with anger. Cracks were cut into the surrounding void by the sword energy.

Haotian was completely bewildered. Recalling the oath Di Junli had made to the demon race, he asked in a low voice, "The Witch Clan? Where did this Witch Clan come from?"

Although Di Jun established the demon race by claiming that the witch race indiscriminately hunted all races for food, how come he had never seen the witch race on the prehistoric land? Moreover, if the witch race had no members, how could it have established itself with only the twelve ancestral witches?

"I know nothing about this either?" Yaochi asked with a suspicious look. "Could it be one of Fellow Daoist Houtu's clansmen?"

"You know?" Haotian was startled, and even the Three Pure Ones looked over.

Yaochi recalled, "I emerged from seclusion five thousand years ago and traveled across the primordial land. I saw some scattered cultivators hunting other races, but I took it as normal fighting between different races."

"Now that I think about it, they are indeed different from other living beings. Their physical bodies are exceptionally strong, and they are accompanied by a baleful aura. In that case, they must be the witch clan that Di Jun mentioned."

Haotian was stunned for a moment, and exchanged a glance with the Three Pure Ones, but there was indeed no trace of the so-called Wu Clan in this Buzhou Mountain.

Haotian's eyes flashed. When he came out of the North Sea, he did feel that there were fewer creatures in the prehistoric world, but the bloodthirsty aura was increasing. It should be that some of them were gathered in Tang Valley by Dijun and others, and some were hunted down by the Wu Clan.

"Why haven't we heard of the Ancestral Witch establishing a clan..." As soon as he said this, Haotian slapped his forehead, and everything went dark!

Seeing the Three Pure Ones looking over, Haotian gave a wry smile: "The Wu Clan only venerates the Great God Pangu and does not respect the Heavenly Dao. If they were to establish the Wu Clan, why would they need to report to the Heavenly Dao?"

This is the reason why they were unaware of the emergence of the Wu tribe. Presumably, the Twelve Ancestral Witches simply made a vow to the Great God Pangu to create the Wu tribe.

When the Three Pure Ones came to their senses, their eyes went black for a moment. They had been gloating over their attainment of the Primordial Golden Immortal realm before all living beings in the primordial world, but the Primordial Witch and Demon races took turns taking the stage, and they knew nothing about it.

Haotian also sighed softly. He relied on his memories from his past life, but forgot that he also had his moments of ignorance.

"Do the three senior brothers still want to go up?"

Laozi silently shook his head: "Now that their fortune has manifested, it means that the demon race has achieved great power. They possess fortune and are at their peak. It is not something we can easily do."

"Yes, the curtain is about to rise again." A glint flashed in Haotian's eyes. The events of the three races were about to repeat themselves. Dijun and the others could now be considered as chosen ones, and they were not people they could kill at will.

"The Twelve Ancestral Witches will probably not let this go easily," Yaochi added. The others fell silent and looked towards Mount Buzhou, where angry curses were already coming from.

"Di Jun, you harbor wolfish ambitions!"

"How dare you!"

"presumptuous!"

"You scruffy bird, how dare you deceive your grandfather Zhurong! Prepare to die!"

An angry shout rang out, and twelve laws surged forth, all attacking the demon race. Di Jun, however, would not sit idly by and wait for his death; the auras of four Primordial Golden Immortals pressed down upon them.

"boom--"

Clouds and mist surged above Mount Buzhou, with rays of light shining everywhere, as if some enormous creature had appeared.