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

"Qin Tian, ​​are you crazy? You actually promised Di Jun that you wouldn't take action."

"What are you thinking?"

"Our race won, but isn't the Heavenly Court still under human control?"

"Are you saying my witch clan can't afford to provide those resources?"

"What are you thinking?"

Looking at Houtu, who was staring at him with a murderous look on her face, Qin Tian knew that if he didn't give a satisfactory answer today...

Given Tu's personality, it's likely that their relationship will end here.

After thinking for a moment and organizing his thoughts, Qin Tian replied, "Houtu, first of all, I'm not crazy."

"The reason I agreed to Di Jun's offer was not because of the resources he provided."

"It's not that there's no other way; this war between the Lich King and the Lich King will inevitably be the final battle for both races."

"No one can stop it."

"Even if you, me, and Fellow Daoist Styx join forces, it will be difficult to protect the Witch Clan."

"Whether it's Hongjun, the Three Pure Ones, or the Two Sages of the West, they will not give us a chance to come to the aid of the Witch Clan."

"All I can do is try my best to preserve a spark of life for the Wu tribe."

Houtu was not surprised; this was the first time she had heard Qin Tian say such a thing.

However, she still harbored a sliver of hope that anything was possible and that not all saints disliked the witch clan.

But now, Qin Tian has torn away the last shred of pretense.

She could no longer cling to any hope. She collapsed to the ground, muttering incoherently, "Is there really no way?"

"Where exactly did our witch clan go wrong?"

"Why are you targeting us like this?"

Qin Tian sighed and helped Hou Tu up from the ground: "No one is wrong, it's all fate."

"All I can say is that we are still too weak, unable to control our own destiny, and unable to protect the people we want to protect."

Houtu lowered her head and remained silent.

Intelligent as she was, how could she not understand? She simply refused to accept this cruel reality, preferring to live in her woven dream.

Qin Tian knew that continuing to speak would only backfire, so he took Houtu and took her on a tour of the underworld.

He didn't leave until Di Jun brought Hou Yi over.

After leaving the underworld, they headed towards the Dijiang tribe of the Wu clan.

Inside the Dijiang tribe, Dijiang and Zhujiuyin sat withered at the head of the table, their faces full of sorrow.

The decisive battle is imminent, but their ultimate weapon, the clan's protective array, is unusable due to the lack of personnel.

This feeling is undeniably painful.

It's like you're a heart patient, enduring the pain, trying to recover, and waiting for a suitable heart transplant.

But at the very last moment before she was to go into surgery, something unexpected happened.

The papers were all signed, but someone stole my heart.

This feeling was an indescribable despair, and because of this, Dijiang and Zhujiuyin had not eaten for several days.

He just sat there, racking his brains to think of any other way to activate the great formation.

But this does not mean that they have relaxed their vigilance against the outside world.

The moment Qin Tian's aura appeared, the two of them stood up at the same time.

After exchanging a glance, both Dijiang and Zhujiuyin saw confusion in each other's eyes.

However, they didn't think much of it.

Because Qin Tian was very fast, even the brief moment they made eye contact was intentional on Qin Tian's part.

Otherwise, Qin Tian could have simply crossed the void at a fixed point and arrived in front of the two of them.

"Brother Dijiang, Brother Zhujiuyin, it's been a long time."

"Hahaha..." Upon hearing Qin Tian's address, Di Jiang and Zhu Jiuyin laughed loudly: "Brother Qin Tian, ​​it's been a long time."

After saying that, Zhu Jiuyin gestured for Qin Tian to sit down and asked with a smile, "Brother Qin Tian, ​​what brings you here today to visit us?"

"Could it be that you had an argument with your younger sister?"

"Thank you for your concern, Brother Zhujiuyin." Qin Tian shook his head: "I have a very good relationship with Houtu."

"My purpose in coming here is very simple: the final battle between the lich and the sorcerer is imminent, and the human-witch tribe has suffered heavy losses again."

"I don't want to see them become cannon fodder, so I want to bring them back to the Southern Wilderness."

"In this way, you can be said to have preserved a trace of your bloodline for your witch clan."

Upon hearing this, both Dijiang and Zhujiuyin were speechless.

The events involving the human-shaman tribe were undoubtedly a blow to the shaman clan.

Although the main culprits have been almost all killed.

But the Wu tribe also lost Kuafu and Houyi as a result.

Dijiang wanted to refuse, but seeing Zhujiuyin nod, he didn't understand what his second brother was thinking.

But she still agreed: "Okay, I'll go with you later."

"To avoid creating any unnecessary trouble."

Qin Tian was surprised that Di Jiang agreed so readily.

None of the excuses I had prepared were used.

This gave Qin Tian the feeling of punching cotton.

But he was happy with it, thinking to himself that it was more pleasant to be with straightforward people.

Unlike Di Jun, who can just spout off a whole bunch of things, which is both time-consuming and laborious.

"Brother Dijiang, that was satisfying."

"I cannot stay here any longer. Could you please come with me now, Brother Dijiang?"

Dijiang also didn't expect that Qin Tian's purpose was really that simple.

They just arrived, finished their business, and were about to leave, even trying to drag me along to do the same thing.

Although Dijiang was not very willing to agree to this, he thought of what he had just said.

Having no other choice, I had to nod and agree.

...

Half a day later

With the combined efforts of Qin Tian and Di Jiang, hundreds of millions of shamans entered the Southern Wilderness.

Qin Tian did not give them any special treatment, and only escorted them to the border.

Everything else is up to them.

Qin Tian's thinking was simple: "I'm not a nanny, I don't need to be there for everything."

In addition, there are many skilled shamans among the human sorcerers. Entrusting some matters to them is far more effective than arranging them yourself.

"Thank you for your help, Brother Dijiang. Without your spatial abilities, I would have had to travel for days to save these hundreds of millions of people."

"It's nothing." Dijiang waved his hand with a smile: "Human shamans are also part of my shaman clan. I'm happy to do my part for them."

Qin Tian nodded, suddenly unsure of what to say.

Most of the Wu people are straightforward and don't engage in roundabout ways.

Since I don't intend to help them, there's no need to provoke them further.

Thinking of this, Qin Tian cupped his hands and said, "Brother Dijiang, your righteousness is admirable."

"If the Witch Clan encounters any difficulties in the future, I will definitely lend a helping hand."

"I have other important matters to attend to and cannot continue to discuss them with Brother Dijiang. I must leave now. Please forgive me, Brother Dijiang."

After saying that, Qin Tian didn't wait for Di Jiang's reply, and directly tore open the space and stepped inside.

Seeing this, Dijiang had no choice but to swallow back the words that were in his throat.

He knew in his heart that if Qin Tian were willing to help, he would have already said so, without him having to ask.

The reason he didn't say anything but instead gave this guarantee must be because he had his own difficulties.

Thinking of this, Di Jiang sighed deeply, took one last look in the direction the shamans had left, tore open space, and returned to the tribe.