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

Before my eyes, tens of thousands of human elites transformed into rainbow light and flew off to various parts of the western land.

Jieyin was extremely anxious and hurriedly called out, "Fellow Daoist Qin Tian, ​​what are you doing?"

"Everything is still unknown. What evidence do you have to conclude that it was my junior brother who did it?"

"What you're doing makes you no different from a robber."

"Hmph, bandits!" Qin Tian sneered, saying disdainfully, "As long as saints live, bandits will never cease."

"You Heavenly Saints are the biggest bandits in the primordial world."

"How dare you say that about me?"

Upon hearing this, the Qi-guiding man's hands trembled, and he was ready to go all out and fight Qin Tian.

But when he saw Qin Tian's amused look, and the Styx Cult Leader beside him staring at him with eager anticipation, he was immediately surprised.

Jieyin could only sigh softly in his heart, and returned to Mount Sumeru in great loneliness, closing his eyes and refusing to look at anything before him.

Upon seeing this, a strange light flashed in Qin Tian's eyes.

He hadn't expected that Jieyin would be so patient.

Qin Tian did not underestimate Jieyin because of this; on the contrary, he silently raised his regard for Jieyin by one level.

To become a saint, even just a Heavenly Saint, requires being the most outstanding in every aspect of guidance.

Qin Tian did not believe that Jieyin had restrained himself because he was afraid of him.

If it weren't for Zhunti and the Western Religion, Qin Tian believed that Jieyin would have been absolutely willing to go all out.

With this in mind, Qin Tian looked at Qin Feng beside him and said, "Second Brother, give the order to search for only one day."

"Even if you are blessed with great fortune after one day, do not make any further moves."

Qin Feng nodded: "Okay, elder brother, I'll inform the clansmen right away."

Upon hearing these words on Mount Sumeru, Jieyin felt a slight lessening of his hatred for Qin Tian.

Unlike before, when the intention to eliminate Qin Tian was no longer to wait for the warning, they no longer had the same mindset.

He could tolerate it if it was just for one day.

There is still hope.

Emperor Jun, who had been watching the movements of the human race closely in the Heavenly Court, felt both worried and happy to see the situation develop in this way.

It is a good thing that those who secretly plotted to incite war by sacrificing their own sons' lives have been punished.

However, Qin Tian's imposing presence and the current strength of the human race forced him to confront a reality.

The human race has grown strong and could threaten the demon race's dominant position at any time.

Moreover, unlike the witch race, which has difficulty reproducing, the human race reproduces rapidly.

From the time Nuwa created them until now, the number has increased from one era to over a billion, a period of only a little over ten thousand years.

However, the human population has increased more than ten thousand times.

This was originally an advantage for the demon race, but now it has become an advantage shared by both races.

Moreover, compared to the demon race, which still needs to go through the difficult process of transformation, the human race is born with a Dao body, which is favored by the Dao.

Clearly, those who are favored by the Great Dao are more likely to become powerful.

This can be seen by looking at the tens of thousands of elite human warriors.

None of them were weak; almost all of them were at the Great Luo Realm.

Thinking about this, Di Jun suddenly felt a little lost.

Why are the demon race and the witch race at war?

This question had been echoing in Di Jun's mind.

But Di Jun never imagined that there was a sufficient reason.

It seems that both sides make sense, yet neither side makes sense.

After a long silence, Di Jun looked at his strategist, Bai Ze, the chief steward of the demon race.

"My dear minister, what do you think I should do?"

"Is there really any point in continuing to fight the Witch Clan?"

"But what else can we do if we don't fight?"

Sensing Di Jun's inner turmoil, Bai Ze pondered for a moment before replying, "Your Majesty, why do you need to think so much?"

"The more I think about it, the more wrong I become. This matter is destined to have no solution."

"Just ignore it and act according to your own conscience."

"My true self?" Di Jun murmured to himself, lost in thought.

...

Time always flies by; a day passes in the blink of an eye.

A group of human elites returned from all over the western lands and, near Mount Sumeru, happily recounted their harvest.

"Old Wang, look what this is?"

Seeing Xu Wen holding a piece of iron stone covered with blue patterns, Old Wang's eyes lit up. He walked over, took it from him, and stroked it affectionately as if it were a lover.

"This color, this luster, this hardness—it is truly the finest of iron."

"Little mosquito, where did you find this? This blue-and-white divine iron is no ordinary thing."

"Hehe." Xu Wen chuckled. "Old Wang, you probably won't believe it, but I picked up this blue-and-white divine iron from the ground."

"There's a whole vein of Qinghua Divine Iron ore down there. I didn't do anything else all day but mine iron."

"Holy crap!" Old Wang's eyes widened in shock as he exclaimed, "An entire vein of minerals! My god, Little Mosquito, you've struck it rich!"

Xu Wen smiled and waved his hand, "It's alright, it's alright."

"Old Wang, stop criticizing me. What treasures did you acquire today? Show them to us."

"I don't have your luck. After running around all day, I only managed to find a few veins of Geng metal and a little bit of medicinal herbs."

As he spoke, Old Wang took out a piece of golden stone that exuded a sharp edge, tossed it into the air, and caught it in his hand.

Xu Wen, envious, said, "Old Wang, how much of this Innate Geng Metal do you have left? Can I trade you some Azure Divine Iron?"

"Little mosquito, are you trying to make me make a mistake?"

"It was agreed before we came that all the spoils of this trip would be handed over to us."

"If you really want it, go back and exchange it with your contribution points."

...

Similar conversations to those between Lao Wang and Xu Wen kept echoing near Mount Sumeru.

Various kinds of precious light and medicinal fragrance made Mount Sumeru appear extremely sacred.

But the guide on the mountaintop had a bitter expression on his face.

These treasures originally belonged to me.

Now it belongs to the human race.

Jieyin feared that if he listened any longer, he would lose control of his anger and want to take action.

So he simply shut out his five senses, sat quietly on the mountaintop, and began to comprehend the Tao.

Seeing that even this failed to stimulate the guide, Qin Tian knew that there was no point in staying any longer.

Then he looked at Qin Yue beside him and said, "Xiao Yue, you take half of the clansmen and bring the treasure back."

Qin Yue nodded: "Okay, elder brother."

"But aren't we still going to Kunlun Mountain?"

"Isn't it a waste to let the tribesmen leave now?"

Qin Tian gave Qin Yue a strange look.

This girl, could she be addicted to being a robber?

He then shook his head and explained, "Kunlun Mountain is not solely Yuanshi's territory; this is a very poorly done matter."

"This time, let's give Fellow Daoist Taiqing some face and take less."

Qin Yue blushed at Qin Tian's strange gaze.

After hearing Qin Tian's explanation, he said with relief, "I see. But I've heard that Yuanshi is always arrogant and possesses a supreme treasure. I'm afraid he won't just give in so easily!"