The Holy Path of the Primordial World Shines Brightly

Chapter 66 Three Thousand Actors, A Tribute, The Inside Story!

To stand out from the crowd under the watchful eye of an unparalleled giant like Houtu...

Without a doubt, this level of difficulty is hellish.

They were already playing within the rules set by others, and at the same time, they had to face countless opponents, both overt and covert, who were targeting and challenging them... Even if a powerful person entered with an alternate account, they would still feel overwhelmed and a sense of melancholy in the face of this situation.

And most importantly—with Houtu watching over them, such blatant cheating will surely be punished by the iron fist of justice!

Account banned!

"What a pity!"

Houtu sighed deeply, still somewhat satisfied, "If it weren't for considering the bigger picture, why would I have chosen such a troublesome and time-consuming approach?"

"Just wipe out all the alternate accounts, then wipe out anyone suspected of being a suspect, anyone whose rise was too sudden, or anyone suspected of having a mastermind behind them... and the world will be peaceful!"

Houtu, the Ancestral Witch, clenched her fist.

Violence is the most direct way to solve problems!

Of course, according to this algorithm, Feng Xi was also among the targets she killed... After all, her "luck" was too good, excessively good.

The coolest kid in Little Witch!

"Yes... once they're all dead, the world will be peaceful." Di Jiang's eyes flickered slightly, and the corners of his mouth curled up. "Then we twelve Ancestral Witches can take out the wealth of the Witch Clan and divide it up... each of us can go back to our own homes, and we won't have to fight any more Witch-Demon Calamity."

The straightforward and decisive words made Houtu feel resentful, and she loosened her clenched fist.

"By closing ourselves off from the world and refusing to engage in exchanges, other top-tier chess players can't see any hope of profiting here, let alone making a fortune. How can they possibly stand on the same side as us?" Zhu Jiuyin added. "Ultimately, we have to offer enticing bait to make people willingly join us."

The Time Ancestral Witch's eyes flashed with wisdom, showing his maturity and composure, and his grasp of the overall situation. "The demon race has raised the banner of the unification of all races, like the starry sky that encompasses all shining stars, and has divided the land into fiefdoms... arranging the hierarchy of bloodlines, allowing the races that uphold the will of the Great Luo to occupy high positions, thereby dividing the human destiny to nourish themselves."

"If they succeed, if they achieve their goal, and if those powerful figures who were originally just observing the game join the demon race's camp... our situation will become very difficult, and we will be enemies of the entire world!"

"The whole world is our enemy!" Zhu Jiuyin sighed. "Throughout the long years, apart from Pangu, who else could emerge unscathed after facing enemies from all sides?"

"Shennie is dead."

"Rahu is dead."

"Even Hongjun... he had to learn from the lessons of his predecessors and convene a meeting at Zixiao Palace, where everyone sat in rows, distributed the spoils, and promised one benefit after another, such as sainthood and spiritual treasures... to bribe the three thousand Great Luo Immortals and the top experts among them."

"People spread rumors that Hongjun did this for the sake of the gods' fortune and the cycle of cause and effect..." The ancestral witch smiled faintly, "but I don't know if that's true or not."

"Hongjun wasn't as powerful as Pangu, who could bring the world to an end... Otherwise, what would cause and effect mean?"

"What kind of person are you to forcibly demand the return of three thousand Great Luo Qi?"

"He could have confidently said, 'It is your blessing that you have the opportunity to transfer your energy to me; it is a reward earned through countless years of accumulating good deeds!'"

As long as you have the strongest fist, the one who owes money is the boss!

Those who pay tribute have to keep licking his boots—"Sir, are you satisfied? Do you need more?"

Rahu once considered doing this.

And he put it into practice.

However, the fate of this Demon Ancestor was... indescribably tragic.

Hongjun was very shrewd and perceptive. He made a promise in Zixiao Palace that he would bestow great benefits upon others in the future... Therefore, he is the Dao Ancestor, and his name will be passed down for eternity.

If even Hongjun was like this, what can the Wu Clan do now?

As long as the leaders among them are not foolish or arrogant, believing that they can sweep across the entire prehistoric world with their current strength and that no member will die in battle... then forming alliances and recruiting people to join them is inevitable.

Making many friends and weakening the enemy's potential strength is the only way to win in a battle between factions!

The higher-ups of the demon race understood this principle, and the higher-ups of the witch race understood it just as well.

The current situation of rampant alt accounts and multiple identities among the Wu tribe is all under the tacit approval of the Ancestral Witches.

They created a level playing field, a grand gamble!

The human race behind the witch clan, the struggle for the throne of the human king, the chance of the winner taking all... it is most attractive to the world's top supernatural beings who are confident in themselves!

This is something that the demon race cannot provide.

After all, the demon race already has four emperors, who have occupied almost all the pits... Although there are still benefits and opportunities left, which ordinary Great Luo Immortals would eagerly desire, some powerful beings are somewhat dissatisfied.

They want more, even... everything!

The human race is the best platform for strategic maneuvering.

The most important element of a good platform is fairness.

Otherwise, if the reputation is ruined—people can bring money in, but not take it out—who will come back?

As the ancestral shaman of the land, he too must abide by this rule.

"You two, there's no need to lecture me like that." Houtu looked at the two Ancestral Witches, Shi and Kong. "I was just saying that. I know exactly what I should do at what time."

"When I can no longer run rampant and must form alliances, I will naturally present myself as harmless."

"Once the victory is secured, it'll be time to divide the spoils... Ha, I don't even need to take the initiative; those Ronaldo players who joined will be even more eager to jump up and down than I am!"

Houtu curled her lip. "They've all survived the Dragon-Phoenix Calamity, weathered countless storms. Aren't they all cunning and treacherous, with wicked intentions lurking in their hearts?"

"Even if someone is upright, honest, and pure... they have long been corrupted by the dyeing vat of that era."

"In the end, those who are meant to turn against you... will definitely turn against you."

The ancestral shamans were acting in a way that was harmless to humans and animals, fair and just, in order to form alliances and counter-alliances.

The infiltrator, Da Luo, knew that the Ancestral Witch was putting on an act, but since he had ulterior motives, he played along.

—I'm acting.

—I know you're acting.

—I know you know I'm acting.

Three thousand great immortals, three thousand actors—who will have the last laugh and reap the precious fruits of victory?

"To defeat the demon race and rule the world... we need many good 'teammates'." Houtu emphasized the word "teammates," "But, when it comes to dividing the spoils?"

"If some teammates suddenly and unfortunately pass away... I express my deepest condolences and will carry on their legacy and look forward to the future together."

"Like the Five Heavenly Emperors."

The Ancestral Witches were eager to expand their business and achieve victory over the demon race; of course, if possible, the Twelve Ancestral Witches would prefer to keep the spoils of war to themselves and let their core members reap the rewards.

Therefore, regarding the Five Heavenly Emperors who inexplicably infiltrated... these five guys participated in the gambling game, and as they gambled, they suddenly turned the tables and became the masters, acquiring the vast majority of shares and running around lording it over the Ancestral Witches.

Make a note of this and pay close attention to it!

Get your magnifying glass ready and observe how they win each time, and whether they've ever cheated.

"The Five Heavenly Emperors... It's truly wonderful that the human race has five Heavenly Emperors," Dijiang exclaimed. "Although, to this day, we only know for certain about one of them—Fuxi!"

"In this way, even when the Lich War is over and all is lost, if one or more of us, having drunk fake wine, loses control of our magic and rushes forward to self-destruct, intending to take Dijun or Taiyi with us... but ends up blowing up the wrong person, mistakenly blowing up Xihuang, taking him with us to the Yellow Springs..."

"But there are still four Heavenly Emperors of the Human Race... I believe they can lead the Human Race to even greater development!" Houtu understood perfectly and completed what Dijiang hadn't said. "Our Ancestral Witches are all very bold... They can take on responsibilities and let go of burdens."

"Status, power, fortune, and merit are all fleeting... My only wish is for a better world."

"Unfortunately, the most powerful human kings failed to sense our sincerity, as they all appeared and disappeared unpredictably... However, that's alright."

"I firmly believe that with our efforts... sooner or later, our persistence will move them, leading to a face-to-face conversation and honest communication!"

Houtu delivered an inspiring speech, which was met with cheers and enthusiastic approval from the ancestral witches.

Under Houtu's guidance, they will ultimately triumph!

……

After the gathering ended, the twelve ancestral witches dispersed.

Starting today, they will adjust their focus on their respective tribes and bring out several hidden dragons.

This is destined to be a long and arduous task.

Emperor Jiang, the Ancestral Witch, stood in a courtyard, issuing countless commands to organize and unify his trillions of witch tribesmen.

Several high shamans who obeyed his orders were kept extremely busy... until finally, Dijiang felt that a balance was needed, and then he ordered them and many other office staff to leave.

When the crowds dispersed, the vast courtyard suddenly felt empty, creating a strangely desolate atmosphere.

When no one was around, the usually powerful and composed Dijiang Zuwu poured himself a cup of wine.

He didn't drink the wine; he just held it in his hand, looking down at it quietly.

A faint sadness appeared on his face, as if he were reminiscing about some past event.

After a long while, he suddenly tilted his cup, spilling the crystal-clear wine onto the ground.

"This cup of wine is offered to 'Sui'." Dijiang raised his head and looked up at the sky. "You got what you wanted, without regret or resentment. Heaven and earth are your coffin, and time is your grave... You are happy now, but you have left behind a mess that we are struggling with."

After speaking, Dijiang poured himself another cup of wine and swirled it slightly.

"This cup of wine is offered to 'Shaoyang'." He turned and looked towards the East Sea, a hint of sadness in his eyes. "Shaoyang Jun of Donghua Zifu, leader of the immortals, known as the Eastern King... You are not dead, but you are nearing your end."

"You've gotten involved with Shao Hao, or rather, someone is determined to connect you with Shao Hao, the grudges from the Dragon and Phoenix era... although I know you're not."

The celestial wine was poured down, and then another great deity was offered as a sacrifice.

Soon, the empty wine glasses were filled again.

"This cup of wine is offered to Fuxi." As he poured the wine, the ancestral witch laughed, "The day the great calamity of the Lich King ends will be the day you perish... although by then, I will most likely have died before you."

"I'm too strong, too capable." With a soft sigh, Dijiang filled his cup for the fourth time, drank it all in one gulp, and offered it as a sacrifice to himself. "If I become too powerful, who will reap the rewards of victory?"

"No matter what I say, Dijiang is not the Yellow Emperor, but I am so outstanding and amazing that some people are already restless. Even if I am not the Yellow Emperor, they will act as the Yellow Emperor to suppress me."

"My abilities are needed now, and I can tolerate it, but what if I fall when victory is assured? Then everyone will be at ease..."

"As for the gap in the grand formation... Ha, in the chaotic era, Pangu slaughtered three thousand demon gods, yet the hollow willow tree that controlled the origin of space escaped this calamity. Who would believe there wasn't a player orchestrating this behind the scenes?"

Dijiang's eyes were deep and unfathomable.

"Someone is like Pangu, manipulating the ages, writing the epic of time, and controlling all of this." The Ancestral Witch clenched his wine cup, shattering the sorrow on his face, replaced by coldness and murderous intent. "But I am not reconciled… I will sacrifice the blood and souls of the four of us to carve out a new world!"

"Let those who are high and mighty, who think they have everything, know—"

(End of this chapter)