The people of the primordial era ruled the heavens and earth.

"I know the significance of that blood pool to your witch clan."

"This is just your personal opinion; your job is simply to relay my message."

"Tell your elder brother that I'm not in a hurry to use the Blood Pool. It's not too late to give it to me when the Blood Pool can no longer nurture a Great Witch."

Qin Tian knew that it was better to have Houtu deliver a message to Dijiang than to persuade Houtu.

He believed that Dijiang would make the right choice.

On one side are a large number of human witches whose bloodlines are waiting for a second awakening, which will allow their combat power to surge.

On the other hand, the blood pool of a great shaman is becoming increasingly scarce due to the depletion of its energy reserves, making it difficult to nurture such a creature for hundreds or thousands of years.

The relative importance of the two is obvious.

"Alright then!" Houtu did not refuse Qin Tian's request: "I can pass on your message, but whether my elder brother agrees or not is up to him. I won't try to persuade him."

"Okay." Qin Tian nodded. "I never intended for you to be involved in this matter in the first place."

I don't want to put you in a difficult position.

Houtu looked moved and unconsciously took a small step to the right, slowly leaning into Qin Tian's arms.

The fragrant scent of her hair and her alluring figure startled Qin Tian, ​​causing him to stiffen and unsure of what to do with his hands.

Just as Qin Tian was hesitating whether to embrace Houtu, three resounding bells suddenly rang out.

dong dong dong...

The clear chime of the bell seemed to carry some kind of power, causing people to involuntarily stop in mid-air, and then return to normal, as if nothing had happened.

It's as if that brief moment of stillness never happened.

Qin Tian and Hou Tu both showed a look of shock in their eyes.

The familiar chime of the bell reminded them of one person: Donghuang Taiyi.

"I heard that Taiyi has been in seclusion. He's hoping to follow in the footsteps of the Styx Master and take that final step."

"I originally thought it was absolutely impossible for him to make a breakthrough within the next ten thousand years."

"Now it seems I was wrong. This Eastern Emperor is far more talented than I thought."

"I don't know what method he used."

"They've made a breakthrough so quickly! It seems our Witch Clan is in grave danger!"

Houtu looked melancholy, and although she didn't say it outright, her words were full of concern for the Wu tribe.

"Don't worry, those two birds can't jump," Qin Tian said softly, patting Houtu's back. "I'll take care of everything."

Houtu didn't speak, but simply hugged Qin Tian's hand even tighter.

Qin Tian could sense the hesitation in Hou Tu's heart.

He understood. After Houtu awakened her primordial spirit and took control of the earthly path, she already knew the outcome of many things.

She just never said anything, choosing to bear it all alone.

In the primordial chaos beyond the heavens, within Nuwa's palace, Nuwa's face was filled with shock.

The Nuwa Palace and the Heavenly Court were very close, and she could sense that Taiyi's aura had undergone a qualitative change.

But the aura it exuded was quite different from before.

It used to be powerful and intense, but now it's much calmer. It feels no different from ordinary fire.

But how could that be?

The three-legged golden crow is born with control over the true fire of the sun, and its aura is domineering in every way.

But now, there's an oddball named Taiyi.

Could this be the key to Taiyi's ascension to sainthood?

Nuwa fell into deep thought and began to deduce the truth.

At this moment, she was not only acting for herself, but also for Fuxi.

Coincidentally, Hongjun, the Dao Ancestor who was also in the primordial chaos, was also shocked. His mouth opened wide enough to swallow an apple whole.

He never expected that Taiyi would actually become a saint.

Although the method was somewhat opportunistic, it borrowed the power of the Chaos Bell.

But in the end, he became a saint.

Even the weakest saint is much stronger than the strongest quasi-saint.

The difference between the two is like the difference between a lake and a stream.

Hongjun knew that his plan was over.

Although it can still serve a certain purpose, it's become a useless item—tasteless to use, but a pity to throw away.

At the same time, he was also very puzzled as to why the Three Pure Ones had not yet become saints.

Logically speaking, they should have already attained enlightenment by this time.

What went wrong that caused them to delay for so long?

Even the clear direction was only discovered by Laozi Taiqing alone.

But this is something that can't be rushed; you have to figure it out yourself.

No matter how much others say, it's just their way of thinking, not your own.

The Heavenly Court was filled with joy as all the demon gods and demons gathered at the Jade Pool, toasting each other and expressing their hopes for the future.

But the main character was nowhere to be seen at this joyous banquet.

Taiyi only made a brief appearance. After hearing about the recent events, he went to find his elder brother, Dijun.

"Big brother, what are you thinking?"

Di Jun knew that his younger brother would ask this question, so he immediately explained his thoughts in detail.

After listening, Taiyi pondered for a moment and then said, "Brother, I heard that Qin Tian went to Mount Sumeru and took a treasure from Jieyin and Zhunti."

What's your opinion on this matter?

Di Jun pondered for a moment: "Although Qin Tian is arrogant, he is not someone who speaks without reason."

"Given his actions, the mastermind behind this is most likely one of these two."

"I think so too." Taiyi nodded in agreement: "Big brother, what do you say, why don't I follow Qin Tian's example and go on a trip to the West?"

"Taiyi, this is a small matter. If you want to do it, then go ahead and do it boldly."

"No matter the outcome, no matter right or wrong, your older brother will always stand behind you."

Taiyi's eyes were slightly red. He was not good at expressing himself. After hugging Dijun, he transformed into a rainbow and descended from the Heavenly Court.

On Mount Sumeru in the West, Jieyin and Zhunti sit facing each other, their eyes filled with bewilderment.

"Senior brother, what should we do now?"

"Without the Eight Treasures Merit Pool, how will we recruit fellow Daoists and assimilate them in the future?"

"Alas!" Jieyin sighed softly, "Everything is predestined; there is loss and there is gain."

"Although I have lost the Eight Treasures Merit Pool, I still have the Twelve-Petaled Golden Lotus of Merit."

"If we use it sparingly in the future, it's enough to serve as a facade."

After saying this, Jieyin used the power of cause and effect to create a lake of flowers, and then the twelve-petaled golden lotus of merit flew out from the top of his head and landed in the very center of the lake.

A flash of golden light appeared, and instantly the lake was filled with golden lotus flowers.

Seeing this magnificent scene, Jieyin and Zhunti felt a little better, and a smile appeared on their faces.

But just then, a roar suddenly came from outside the mountain.

"Jieyin, Zhunti, get out here!"

"If you don't come out now, don't blame me for disregarding our past relationship with Zixiao Palace and forcibly attacking the mountain."

Upon hearing Taiyi's domineering voice, Jieyin and Zhunti exchanged bewildered glances, neither knowing what to say.

Left with no other choice, they opened the formation with sorrowful expressions and came to the foot of the mountain to welcome Taiyi.

The gestures of Jieyin and Zhunti calmed Taiyi's anger somewhat.

I thought to myself, these two are quite sensible!

"Jieyin, Zhunti, tell me, how should we compensate me, how should we compensate the demon race?"