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The Demon Clan Heavenly Court is ablaze with countless demonic clouds, a scene of golden armor and iron horses, where murderous intent soars to the heavens.
Di Jun, clad in a golden crow imperial robe and wearing a crown, looked down at the scene with a cold gaze.
"By my decree, raise an army and punish the witch!"
At a single command, Demon Marshal Ji Meng and Ying Zhao the order, and the demon army surged down from the heavens like a black tide, heading straight for the Primordial World.
Meanwhile, Buzhou Mountain.
The Witch Clan had already sensed the chilling battle intent emanating from the sky.
Ancestral Witch Hall, Dijiang's expression was solemn. With a flicker of his body, he appeared before the Witch Clan army.
"My lads, follow me, let's fight!"
The shamans soared into the sky, and the two forces, representing the pinnacle of power in the world, collided with a deafening roar.
The brilliance of the magical artifact clashed and intertwined with the physical body, tearing apart the heavens.
In an instant, mountains and rivers crumbled, the earth wept blood, and countless lives were reduced to dust in this catastrophe.
Di Jun observed the battle, his brows furrowed.
Dijiang, meanwhile, was stationed at the Ancestral Witch Hall, commanding the army.
A war that will sweep across the entire Primordial World is about to break out.
The sun and moon lost their light, stars fell, and thirty thousand years passed in the blink of an eye.
Thirty thousand years of bloody war sent a chill down the spines of both the once-prosperous Lich and Demon races.
The number of demons has dwindled sharply, and countless Daluo Golden Immortal have perished.
Even with their formidable physical strength, the Witch Clan could not withstand the erosion of the demon race's grand formation; their Great Witch perished in battle, and their clan dwindled in number.
The battle reached a stalemate.
On this day, the atmosphere in the Sun Palace was oppressive, and Di Jun's face was ashen.
Just then, the Demon Master Bai Ze, overjoyed, rushed into the hall, forgetting even to announce his arrival.
"Your Majesty! Great joy! Heaven blesses our demon race! Your subject has discovered the fatal weakness of the Witch Clan!"
"Presumptuous!"
A golden flame flashed in Di Jun's eyes, and a terrifying pressure instantly enveloped Bai Ze.
"Bai Ze, with a great battle imminent, how can you be so distraught! What could possibly cause you such a fuss?"
Bai Ze was almost forced to kneel down by Di Jun's imposing aura, but the joy on his face did not diminish at all. He said urgently, "Your Majesty, please calm down!"
"My discovery is enough for our demon race to achieve a complete victory in one battle and utterly annihilate the Witch Clan!"
Di Jun's gaze sharpened, and he withdrew his oppressive aura. "Speak."
Bai Ze composed himself, his eyes flashing with a mixture of wisdom and cruelty. "Your Majesty, the Witch Clan is formed from the Pangu's Blood Essence. Their physical bodies are incredibly strong, and since they do not cultivate their primordial spirit, they are impervious to all magic."
This is its strength, and also its weakness!
Based on my observations on countless battlefields, I have finally discovered that the blood of a certain being can corrupt their Pangu Bloodline and shatter their immortal bodies!
"What kind of creature?"
Di Jun pressed for an answer.
Although she knew about the Witch-Slaying Sword, she pretended not to know and decided to follow the script.
"Human Race!"
Bai Ze said slowly and deliberately, "The Human Race created by Nuwa! Although this race is weak, it is the protagonist destined by heaven, and its soul is incomparably pure."
Most importantly, their bloodline contains a trace of innate Daoist essence, which can neutralize the tyrannical and turbid evil energy of the Witch Clan's physical body.
Especially... the essence and blood of Human Race men, with its extremely strong yang energy, has an unparalleled and domineering effect!
Di Jun was taken aback at first, then his eyes shone with an unprecedented light.
"Okay! Okay! Okay!"
Di Jun clapped his hands and laughed heartily, full of joy. "Bai Ze, you are indeed my trusted minister!"
By imperial decree, the demon army is to be dispatched to search the entire Primordial World, slaughter the Human Race, extract their essence and blood, and collect their souls!
"I will use the blood and souls of billions of Human Race to forge an unparalleled weapon for my demon race, the Witch-Slaying Sword!"
"Your subject obeys the decree!"
Bai Ze bowed deeply, a hint of pity flashing in his eyes, but it was instantly replaced by loyalty to the demon race.
With the command given, the entire Demon Clan Heavenly Court began to operate once again.
Countless demon soldiers and generals, like locusts swarming across the land, attacked the weak Human Race on the Primordial World earth.
A bloody massacre targeting Human Race descended without warning.
Demonic clouds obscured the sky, sharp claws tore open the chests of women and children, and demonic fire turned villages into scorched earth.
The Human Race, a newly born race full of hope for the future, was instantly plunged into an inescapable hell.
Their vaunted reproductive ability became their greatest death warrant in the face of the demon race's absolute power.
The demon race has a clear objective: they prioritize slaughtering adult male Human Race and extracting their vital essence and blood.
In an instant, cries of agony filled the air, and rivers of blood flowed.
Countless Human Race, on the verge of death, desperately kowtowed towards the direction of the Wa Imperial Palace.
They cried out for help to the Saint Mother who created them, and to the Saint Father who has always protected them.
"Saint Mother Empress, Saint Father, please save us!"
Inside the Wa Imperial Palace.
Nuwa's face showed reluctance, and her sacred heart trembled.
She watched as the Human Race was harvested like weeds, and several times she wanted to intervene, but each time a cold voice stopped her.
"Little Wa, this is an inevitable tribulation for the Human Race, and it is also the ordained destiny of Heaven. You and I must not interfere."
Chu Feng remained calm as he transmitted his voice to Nuwa.
Nuwa said anxiously, "Brother Chu, but they are our children! If this continues, the Human Race will be wiped out!"
Now that Nuwa had gained power, she felt pity when she saw the Human Race being slaughtered.
Chu Feng, however, believed that the Human Race's actions were entirely their own fault, and he had decided to follow the script of Heaven's will and no longer interfere.
According to the settings of Primordial World novels, the Human Race is the protagonist destined by heaven and cannot be destroyed.
Chu Feng immediately transmitted his voice to Nuwa: "Little Nuwa, the Human Race cannot be wiped out. Only after this calamity can we be reborn from the ashes."
If you intervene, it will only create even greater karmic consequences, leading to the utter destruction of the entire Human Race."
Upon hearing this, Nuwa closed her eyes, unable to bear watching any longer.
As the Saint Mother and the Saint Ancestor failed to respond, despair began to fester among the Human Race.
Their prayers turned into pleas, and they even knelt on the ground, confessing their sins to the two supreme beings in the void, begging for forgiveness for any transgressions they might have committed.
Finally, all hope vanished, and extreme despair gave rise to extreme resentment.
"Nuwa is heartless! Chu Feng is cruel! They treat us like straw dogs!"
"We revere you as the Saint Mother and worship you as the Saint Father, yet you stand by and watch us being slaughtered! What use is such a saint!"
"I curse you all to have your hearts clouded by dust, and that your cultivation will never advance!"
A vicious curse was shouted from the mouths of the surviving Human Race, coalescing into a soaring wave of resentment that pointed directly at the Wa Imperial Palace.
Chu Feng's lips curled into a cold smile.
Upon hearing these curses, Nuwa's initial reluctance and heartache instantly turned into disappointment and anger.
She was Primordial Daluo Golden Immortal, and all the strong have dignity.
She could feel pity, but she could not tolerate such betrayal from her own creation.
"Enough. Since they resent me so much, why should I be sentimental anymore?"
Nuwa was disheartened and completely gave up on the idea of saving her.
With no more scruples, the demon race's slaughter became even more frenzied.
The Human Race males were almost completely slaughtered, leaving only the elderly, women, and children to eke out a living.
On the Primordial World land, the blood of Human Race flowed into rivers, and the bones piled up to form mountains. The overwhelming resentment even caused the heavens and earth to change color.
At that very moment, Western Mount Sumeru.
Jieyin Zhunti appeared quietly.
With expressions of suffering, they chanted Buddhist mantras and used their great power to save a portion of the surviving Human Race, converting them to the West and making them followers of the Western Religion.
Above the Heavenly Court, Bai Ze looked down at the blood he had collected, enough to stain the entire Milky Way red, and the countless human souls wailing incessantly, and nodded in satisfaction.
She returned to the Sun Palace and reported to Di Jun, "Your Majesty, the materials are sufficient; the Witch-Slaying Sword can be forged!"