At present, the Witch Tribe and Demon Tribe were the overlords of the Primordial World. One mountain could not accommodate two tigers, and in their struggle to become the sole ruler of the Primordial World, the Witch Tribe and Demon Tribe frequently went to war.
Without sufficient strength or the ability to protect oneself, one could only be utterly destroyed by the aftershocks of the battles between the Witch Tribe and Demon Tribe, or join one of them for a little protection and ultimately become cannon fodder.
Without any strength, could one avoid becoming cannon fodder? Therefore—
After figuring out his current circumstances and situation, Hun Xiu decisively chose to cling to Sect Master Tongtian's thigh. As for the future fate of Sect Master Tongtian and the Jiejiao he founded? Hadn't that yet to happen?
Once he had strength and became powerful enough, perhaps the future could still be changed. The prerequisite was having enough strength.
Sect Master Tongtian was also somewhat dumbfounded by Hun Xiu's move. He had suddenly taken him as his master. It was so sudden! So sudden that Sect Master Tongtian had not been prepared at all, leaving him rather surprised.
However, the other party becoming his disciple was indeed what he had wanted before.
Sect Master Tongtian came to his senses and used a gentle force to lift Hun Xiu up. "Xiu'er, rise! I accept you as my disciple."
"Thank you, Master!"
Lifted by that gentle force, a trace of unwillingness rose in Hun Xiu's heart. He had once possessed such power too, but now he had nothing at all.
All those years of effort had gone down the drain.
He was now nothing more than an ordinary person.
It seemed—
Since he had now taken Sect Master Tongtian as his master, he would need