"Fellow Daoist Nuwa, I still haven't gotten a clear answer to my question. Why did you stop me?"
Nuwa stood to one side, looking somewhat hesitant.
Fuxi, standing nearby, looked at the two of them and recalled the cultivation technique that had appeared in his mind.
"Little sister, you two can speak at length. I'll go cultivate first."
With that, he turned and headed toward the side hall.
Facing Houtu alone, Nuwa scratched her head before finally explaining.
"My master is a very cautious person. He doesn't want to get involved in the conflict between the Witch Clan and the Demon Race. Since you're from the Witch Clan, he definitely wouldn't be pleased if you went in."
"But it's fine. Stay here for a while and ask gradually later. Maybe you'll be able to get an answer."
"Otherwise, even my master may not know what to do."
Nuwa herself did not believe the pile of nonsense she had just said, but she had no choice but to say it for now.
Houtu frowned and pondered for a moment before nodding in the end.
However, from Nuwa's words, she understood that this Senior did not particularly like the Witch Clan.
Could it be because of Father God that he disliked the Witch Clan?
Could he be a Senior who had existed before the creation of heaven and earth?
"Why does Senior dislike our Witch Clan?"
Nuwa glanced toward the sky, then in the direction of Huzhou, and began to explain.
"To be precise, it isn't that he dislikes your Witch Clan. He simply dislikes trouble. The Witch Clan and the Demon Race are currently locked in a bitter rivalry. If he gets involved, there will inevitably be trouble later. If it escalates, it will surely gradually develop into something like the Dragon-Phoenix Tribulation."
"So, my master doesn't just dislike the Witch Clan now. He also dislikes the Demon Race."
"Any living being of the Primordial World that joins either of those two races is probably disliked by my master."
Houtu understood at once. So that was the reason?
She finally understood as well.
Both the Witch Clan and the Demon Race had been established under the banner of enlightening the Primordial World.
Both also harbored ambitions of controlling the Primordial World.
Perhaps her elder brother had been provoked by the Demon Race's words, or perhaps he had always intended to do this.
But now, it seemed that the Primordial World would inevitably wage a great war against the Demon Race before long.
With a sigh, she could only stay on the Island for the time being and wait for an opportunity to ask about the Witch Clan's Method to Attain Dao.
Life on the Island gradually became routine.
Either they cultivated or frolicked around the Island.
Otherwise, they would ask Cheng Yue all sorts of questions.
The days passed just like that.
Within the Heavenly Court, Di Jun watched his forces gradually grow and felt a measure of excitement.
In merely a hundred years, the Demon Race had already gathered many people from the Primordial World.
However, most of them had been forced into it.
The Witch Clan's conduct across the lands of the Primordial World was hardly peaceful; they were rather overbearing.
The countless living beings were all Blood Food for the Witch Clan. Once captured, they were taken back and turned into meat on the chopping block.
Over time, this left everyone in utter misery.
Moreover, the Twelve Ancestor Witches were all formidable. Though they did not cultivate Primordial Spirits, their physical bodies alone had reached the level of Grand Unity Golden Immortals.
These fellows also hunted in groups.
If there had only been one Ancestor Witch, some living beings might still have been able to escape.
But when a group of Ancestor Witches went hunting, those they targeted were overwhelmingly likely to die in the end.
Thus, many living beings joined the Demon Race and came to the Heavenly Court, whether to huddle together for warmth or simply to preserve their lives.
"Heavenly Emperor, Your Majesty must stand up for us! The Witch Clan feeds on our race. We beg the Heavenly Emperor to seek justice for us!"
Di Jun sat within Lingxiao Palace of the Heavenly Court. Great joy filled his heart, but none of it showed on his face. He merely nodded.
"I have long heard of this matter. Rest assured, once our development is complete, we will surely make the Witch Clan pay the price!"
As soon as those words fell, everyone before him rejoiced.
They had found the right protector.
At that moment, someone stepped forward from the side and began speaking to Di Jun.
"Your Majesty, we should do our utmost to win over the great powers of the Primordial World. In the North Sea, there is Kunpeng. During the first lecture at Purple Cloud Palace, Kunpeng sat in the front row. He may be brought into the Demon Race."
"And Fuxi and Nuwa, the brother and sister, are both Great Powers as well. Nuwa has even reached the Quasi-Sage realm. We can try to win them over too."
Upon hearing this, Di Jun nodded, though Nuwa would be somewhat difficult to handle.
He still remembered Nuwa's domineering nature.
At the slightest provocation, she threatened to destroy someone's True Spirit and even dared to defy Sages.
Even after defying them, nothing happened to her. She was still alive and well.
He himself would not have dared to do such a thing.
If he wanted to recruit her, it would surely not be easy.
Furthermore, Nuwa had an unfathomable Great Power behind her.
Although Nuwa claimed that person was a Golden Immortal, anyone capable of helping her take the step into the Quasi-Sage realm could not possibly be a Golden Immortal. That was nothing but a lie for fools.
At any rate, he did not believe it. The brother and sister would likely not be easy to recruit.
Moreover, when they had been near Mount Buzhou last time, Nuwa had stood together with Houtu of the Witch Clan.
Their relationship was likely not shallow, making the matter even more difficult.
Kunpeng, on the other hand, could be approached.
"Nuwa and Fuxi will likely not be easy to recruit. Nuwa is already a Quasi-Sage, so winning her over will not be simple. Kunpeng, however, is worth visiting."
"Bai Ze, prepare gifts. We will head to the North Sea and meet Kunpeng."
Bai Ze nodded, then turned and left to begin preparing the gifts.
Di Jun began considering other matters. Because Nuwa had disrupted the matter of yielding seats at Purple Cloud Palace,
the grudge between Hongyun and Kunpeng had yet to form.
Naturally, Di Jun had also set his sights on Hongyun. As a Great Power, Hongyun was famous for being a kindhearted man.
If he appealed to his emotions and reason,
perhaps he could bring him into the Demon Race as well.
If Hongyun joined the Demon Race, perhaps Zhenyuanzi, who had a close personal relationship with him, could also be drawn in.
He had also heard that Zhenyuanzi possessed the Book of Earth.
After thinking it over, he decided to go along and take a look.
"Perhaps something unexpected may happen, but with the Demon Race's current development, we will surely unify the Primordial World in the future."
At this moment, Di Jun was filled with lofty ambitions.
The Witch Clan was also developing vigorously at this time.
Within Pangu Great Hall, the Witch Clan had also discovered a way to develop their race.
From time to time, several members of the Witch Clan were born from the Pangu Blood Pool.
Though no Ancestor Witches would be born, Great Witch experts such as Kuafu, Dayi, Xingtian, and Chiyou emerged.
Their rate of development increased considerably as well.
With the Witch Clan's numbers expanding, many members of the Witch Clan had even begun expanding outward.
Yet within Pangu Great Hall, one person remained deeply worried.
Ancestor Witch Xuan Ming sat there, watching her clansmen.
"Houtu has been gone for quite some time and has yet to return. Could she have encountered some danger?"
Upon hearing this, Di Jiang looked at Xuan Ming and finally shook his head.
"When our Witch Clan was established, merit descended. One strand fell near Mount Buzhou. That should have been Houtu. She may simply be playing around for a while. Let us wait for now."
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