War Erupts Again, Undercurrents Stir
"Well..."
Laozi spoke slowly, his voice reaching the ears of every surviving Human Race: "Considering your sincerity, I will protect you and pass on my teachings."
In their despair, the Human Race seemed to grasp at a last straw, weeping uncontrollably, kowtowing frantically, and shouting:
"Thank you for your compassion, Sage! Thank you for your compassion, Sage!"
Laozi said no more, opened the Array Formations, and lured in the surviving Human Race.
Her goal was simple: to seize the fortune of the Human Race and, at the same time, to make some preparations in advance.
Recruiting Human Race can not only increase one's fortune but also enhance one's power.
At the same time, it also provides a guarantee that if the demon race fails, her cultivation level will not drop too much.
After all, the Western Religion, having gained a large number of Human Race, was no less numerous than the demon race, only far weaker in strength than the witch and demon races.
Meanwhile, inside the palace shrouded in mist on Buzhou Mountain.
Seeing that the Human Race was migrating, Nuwa prepared to send a message to Chu Feng.
Suddenly, a gentle voice entered Chu Feng's mind. "Brother Chu, come to me."
Chu Feng opened his eyes, and with a thought, his figure vanished from the spot.
The next instant, they appeared inside the Wa Imperial Palace, where Nuwa was frowning as she gazed at the Primordial World land, her expression complex.
"Little Wa, what brings you here?"
Chu Feng walked to her side and followed her gaze, just in time to see the scene of the Human Race migration.
"Laozi intervened and protected the remnants of the Human Race; they went to Shouyang Mountain."
Nuwa withdrew her gaze and looked at Chu Feng. "Should we... also take action and bring Jieyin those Human Race who are loyal to us?"
Chu Feng remained silent for a moment, then slowly shook his head. "No need."
Nuwa was taken aback. "Why? After all, they were created by my own hands..."
Chu Feng interrupted, "Little Wa, have you forgotten how they betrayed us?"
We bestowed upon them the methods of cultivation to help them awaken their spiritual wisdom, but they suspected that we were imprisoning them.
Then came a series of betrayals, some even more egregious, openly harboring resentment and venom, cursing and insulting us."
Chu Feng's words caused Nuwa's delicate body to tremble slightly.
How could she forget those harsh curses?
"The Human Race has deep-rooted flaws."
In times of prosperity, they breed arrogance and greed.
In adversity, they will betray everything without any scruples.
Chu Feng shook his head helplessly, "Laozi's philosophy of non-action, going with the flow and not interfering, is actually more suitable for them."
Let them be self-reliant, let them reflect on themselves, and let them learn the laws of survival through hardship.
Excessive protection will only breed more ungrateful wretches.
After experiencing two betrayals from the Human Race, Chu Feng came to terms with it.
He went to a parallel universe to collect a large amount of resources in order to cultivate the Human Race.
Considering the Human Race's exceptional reproductive capabilities, he didn't even neglect the resources of the lower-level Primordial World.
The goal is to acquire more resources, support the Human Race, and cultivate more powerful individuals for Human Race.
The Human Race betrayed him twice, which chilled Chu Feng's heart.
Nuwa sighed softly, "In that case, the future of Human Race will likely be bleak."
"This is something that can't be helped."
Chu Feng's gaze softened, and he gently patted her shoulder. "We've done our best."
At the beginning of the demon race's massacre, the resilient and grateful Human Race that you and I rescued together have been properly taken care of.
As for those who are beyond redemption, let them be; perhaps that's their way."
Nuwa pondered for a long time, then nodded, acknowledging Chu Feng's decision. Blindly indulging him would only bring greater disaster.
With her inner turmoil resolved, Nuwa felt much more at ease.
In the years that followed, Chu Feng stayed at Buzhou Mountain to accompany her, and the two often sat down to discuss the Dao.
One day, the two were discussing the Dao of Creation when Chu Feng suddenly laughed and said, "Your Dao of Creation lies in life. If you and I were to unite, I wonder if we could create a small primordial chaos?"
Upon hearing this, Nuwa blushed and gave him a reproachful look.
One day, Nuwa gathered primordial spiritual flowers in the mountains, intending to refine fragrant dew.
Chu Feng quietly appeared behind her and asked softly, "Does this fragrance carry the scent of a human heart?"
Nuwa was startled by his sudden words of love and almost lost her footing.
The next day, the two watched the sea of clouds churning. Chu Feng pointed and used his great magic to shape the clouds into the likeness of Nuwa, making her lifelike and radiant.
Nuwa looked at herself in the clouds, then at Chu Feng beside her, and a smile involuntarily crept onto her lips.
When Nuwa grew weary from discussing the Dao, Chu Feng would take out the Enlightenment Tea and personally brew tea for Nuwa.
The aroma of tea filled the air, refreshing and soothing. The two sat facing each other, quietly enjoying this rare tranquility, as if time itself had slowed down.
Time Primordial World, and leisurely moments are always fleeting.
The Demon Clan Heavenly Court.
Bai Ze strode in, holding a jade bottle filled with blood-red light and resentment, and bowed as he presented it.
"Your Majesty, the essence and souls of billions of Human Race are all here."
Di Jun took the jade bottle and laughed loudly, "Good! Issue my decree, ordering all the master weapon refiners in the Heavenly Court to use this as the main material to forge the Witch-Slaying Sword for me!"
A century has passed in the blink of an eye.
The ceasefire agreement between the Lich and the Lich race became nothing more than a piece of waste paper.
Di Jun unleashed his divine might, his voice reaching all the way to Buzhou Mountain: "Dijiang! A hundred years have passed, do you dare to fight my demon race to the death!"
"War! War! War!"
Ancestral Witch Hall, upon hearing Di Jun's declaration of war, Dijiang suddenly stood up, his murderous aura soaring to the sky, and the other Ancestral Witch were also filled with high fighting spirit.
Soon, the boundless army of the Witch Clan surged forth from the earth, colliding once again with the torrent of the Demon Clan descending from the sky.
This war was more brutal and protracted than the last one.
The great war lasted for 50,000 years.
The Primordial World land was shattered, mountains and rivers collapsed, seas flowed backward, and countless lives were reduced to ashes in this catastrophe.
The protracted war eroded everyone's rationality.
Ancestral Witch Ancestral Witch of fire, Zhurong and Gonggong, were inherently explosive Gonggong temperament and incompatible like fire and water.
After a failed joint attack against the enemy, long-simmering conflicts finally erupted.
"Gonggong! If it weren't for your foolish water curtain blocking my divine fire, how could that Demon God have escaped!" Zhurong roared.
"Bullshit! You brainless idiot, your divine fire doesn't distinguish friend from foe, and almost burned us all to ashes!"
Gonggong showed no weakness, his body surrounded by surging black water.
The argument quickly escalated into mutual slaughter, with the two Ancestral Witch engaging in a fierce battle in a corner of the battlefield, exchanging divine powers and causing the heavens and earth to tremble.
The West, Mount Sumeru.
Jieyin and Zhunti were sitting facing each other under the Bodhi tree when suddenly, they both opened their eyes and looked towards the eastern battlefield, a glint of light flashing in their eyes.
"Senior sister, this is a golden opportunity!"
Zhunti said in a low voice, "Zhurong Gonggong, their minds are in chaos, this is the time for us to make our move."
Jieyin slowly. "Buzhou Mountain is formed from the Pangu's Spine, Heavenly Pillar of the Primordial World, and the source of the Witch Clan's destiny. If we can provoke these two to angrily ram Buzhou Mountain..."
"When the Heavenly Pillar breaks, the waters of the Milky Way flow backward, causing widespread suffering and death."
As the instigators, the Witch Clan will inevitably bear boundless Karma and consequences.
"At that time, our fortunes will decline, and we will no longer be able to contend with the demon race for supremacy!"
Zhunti excitedly replied, "This ebb and flow is a sign of the great prosperity of the West!"
The two exchanged a glance and instantly reached a consensus.
With the agreement reached, Jieyin and Zhunti quietly disappeared into Mount Sumeru.
The next moment, two divine thoughts of saints, imperceptible to anyone, had already traversed billions of miles of void and locked onto Zhurong Gonggong, who were engaged in a fierce battle.
An invisible demonic thought quietly seeped into the minds of the two Ancestral Witch, amplifying their anger a thousandfold...