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

"So it's Fellow Daoist Haotian." The yellow-robed Daoist had a handsome face and a beautiful beard that fluttered in the wind. He held a yellowish spiritual treasure in his hands. The law of earth permeated his entire body, and he was in contact with the primordial earth. With each breath, he carried the energy of the earth and was connected to the earth veins. He cupped his hands in a gesture of respect towards the front.

Haotian glanced at him for a moment, then returned the greeting: "Fellow Daoist Zhenyuan."

Zhen Yuanzi chuckled as he surveyed the primordial land, letting out a sigh: "In the conflict between the witches and demons, it is the innocent lives and the very heavens and earth that suffer."

"It seems that you share the same idea as me, fellow Daoist," Haotian said with a smile, pointing to the Earth Book in his hand.

"Indeed, since I was born with this earth's membrane, it is my responsibility to repair the primordial land." Zhen Yuanzi said with a matter-of-fact expression. "Moreover, the earth's veins here have not been severed, so I am not entirely helpless."

Haotian looked at Zhen Yuanzi with admiration. No wonder he was called the ancestor of earth immortals. His enlightenment was indeed high. It was a pity that the western earth veins were severed. Even his master could not do anything about it. It was probably only the legendary earth immortals who could repair it.

"Fellow Daoist, then this humble Daoist will make the first move." Zhen Yuanzi turned his head and asked. Seeing Haotian nod, Zhen Yuanzi threw out the Earth Book in his hand, and his magic power surged into it. The Earth Book instantly grew larger, like a thin film that could cover the earth, and floated down lightly.

Sweating beaded on Zhen Yuanzi's forehead as he continuously formed hand seals. A rumbling sound echoed from the earth as the ground bulged upwards, as if countless earth dragons were lurking beneath.

Haotian could sense that those were the earth veins summoned by Zhenyuanzi. As the earth veins converged, the cracks on the earth disappeared one by one. The ravines on the originally riddled primordial land disappeared, and all the scars vanished. Only then did Zhenyuanzi breathe a sigh of relief and disperse the earth veins.

"Fellow Daoist, you are of great virtue." Haotian cupped his hands, and a jade bottle flew out from his sleeve. A hundred drops of Three Lights Divine Water fell down. Seeing Zhen Yuanzi's eyelids twitching wildly, Haotian waved the water banana in his hand repeatedly, and spiritual rain fell on the primordial land. Points of green appeared and covered the corpses of the fallen demon race.

Zhen Yuanzi looked at Haotian with envy, "You really have a lot of the Three Lights Divine Water!"

Just as Haotian was about to say something, celestial music resounded in the void, and golden clouds of merit descended. The great supernatural beings who were watching this scene felt envious, but could only sigh helplessly.

Zhen Yuanzi has the Book of Earth in his hand, which allows him to easily heal the cracks in the earth, while they can only rely on their own magical power to do so, and they cannot do it without any hidden dangers. As for Haotian's Three Lights Divine Water, they don't even have a drop of it, so the merit should be taken by others!

"Congratulations to both of you fellow Daoists."

"Fellow Daoist, great virtue."

Congratulations came from all directions. The two nodded and watched as the merits were distributed equally and the powerful beings disappeared. Zhen Yuanzi suddenly sighed, "The strength of the Styx River is about to increase again."

Haotian was taken aback. This guy changed the subject really quickly, but he quickly realized that the Netherworld Blood Sea could be considered the garbage disposal center of the prehistoric world. Now that the war between the Lich King and the Demon King was over, the blood flowing on the earth and the souls of the demon race would definitely all go to the Netherworld Blood Sea without Rahu intercepting them.

The Styx River itself was born from the Sea of ​​Blood. As the Sea of ​​Blood grew stronger, this guy's strength also increased. No wonder he could later be said to be the number one person in the Purple Cloud Palace besides the Saints!

This can be considered, to some extent, profiting from the war!

"Thank you both for protecting the primordial world." The woman's voice came softly, with a hint of sorrow. The earth's energy immediately became active. Haotian turned around and watched Zhen Yuanzi and Houtu exchange greetings.

"Now that we've seen it, how can we ignore it?" Haotian shook his head indifferently. "Fellow Daoist, are you also here to repair the earth?"

Houtu nodded helplessly, her eyes filled with sorrow: "Indeed, it was the damage caused by my Lich and Demon races."

Haotian paused for a moment. This was the truth. No one from the demon race would collect the bodies. As for the witch race, after their fall, it was as if there were no bodies left. The witch race was created by the twelve ancestral witches using their own blood essence and followed their laws and attributes.

After their fall, the metal element will become the mineral veins beneath, the wood element will become forests, the water element will become lakes and rivers, and the earth element will merge into the earth, stabilizing the void. Even in their fall, they will protect the primordial world in another way, which can be considered as returning to the embrace of the great god Pangu.

"Fellow Daoist, now that the merit has been bestowed, this humble Daoist will also return to seclusion." Zhen Yuanzi cupped his hands in greeting to the two, then transformed into a streak of yellow light and flew swiftly westward along the earth's veins.

Haotian blinked. He was certain he saw embarrassment on Houtu's face. Zhen Yuanzi's departure so quickly, and his attitude of avoiding the Wu Clan, was somewhat hurtful.

Houtu sighed softly. Most of the great supernatural beings in the prehistoric world had this attitude towards their Wu clan: neither offending them nor wanting to get involved. Haotian pursed his lips. At this moment, the Wu and Yao clans had just fought, and half of their evil energy had been consumed. The world was clear and peaceful, which was indeed suitable for seclusion.

"Fellow Daoist, aren't you leaving?" Houtu asked softly.

Haotian shook his head: "I am not afraid of anything. At this moment, Dijun and the others are recuperating from their injuries, and your Wu clan also needs to recover its strength. Without absolute certainty, your two clans will not fight again."

Houtu gave a wry smile: "Fellow Daoist is absolutely right."

She looked at Haotian and asked earnestly, "Fellow Daoist, which of our two clans do you think will win?"

Seeing the stubbornness in Houtu's eyes, Haotian sneered: "No matter who wins or loses, it is all living beings in the world who will be injured. The Wu tribe regards all races as food, so all races will rebel, which is why the demon race appeared. But people's ambition will only grow bigger and bigger."

Di Jun's original intention was probably for the sake of all the demon race, but as he ascended to the throne, his mentality changed. The beauty of power and the strength of strength, coupled with the blow he received from the Wu Clan, meant that whether it was for his own cultivation or to eliminate the Wu Clan, he needed great strength!

There is only one way: to become the protagonist of heaven and earth, but the Witch Clan will certainly not agree!

"Didn't you see what happened to the three races when they first created the world?" Haotian said bluntly. "You know what I mean."

Although the battle between the Lich and the Demon race is fierce, it is still within the controllable range. Once the two races activate their clan-protecting formations, it will truly be the end of the world. Not to mention that if the Lich race gets carried away, they might even crash into Mount Buzhou.

Houtu had a bitter look on her face, which she naturally knew, and the other Ancestral Witches understood as well. But now the arrow was on the bowstring and had to be released. The Witch and Demon races were mortal enemies, and it was necessary to eliminate each other.

"I have learned my lesson." A resolute look flashed in Houtu's eyes. Haotian shook his head. Neither the Wu nor Yao races could become the protagonists of the world, and he had his own plans.

"Fellow Daoist is also injured, you should go back and recuperate." Haotian waved his hand, turned around and left. The Ancestral Witches are stubborn. Even if Houtu is gentle, she is still an Ancestral Witch.

He wasn't a descendant of Pangu, so he didn't have much influence in front of the ancestral witches, and they wouldn't listen to anything he said.

Houtu watched Haotian's departing figure, then looked at the desolate land where no body remained. A look of pity crossed her brows. She glared hatefully at the Heavenly Court before disappearing from the earth.