No Turning Back Now!

But compared to the Golden Crow Clan, who had truly been born alongside heaven and earth, whether in combat power or growth potential, they fell short by far—there was simply no comparison!

Back when Hou Yi drew his bow and shot down the suns, of the ten Golden Crows, only the youngest had survived—now, across the entire Primordial Wilderness, it was the sole innate Golden Crow.

If it were to perish as well, then the Golden Crow bloodline would truly be extinguished for good!

At the time, the situation in the Primordial Wilderness was taut as a drawn bow, with a storm threatening on the horizon.

Even the several Heavenly Dao Saints who had only recently attained the Dao did not dare wade lightly into those muddy waters.

After all, the Witch Race had never cared for rules. They acted with ruthless resolve and could turn hostile without warning.

If they truly unified the Primordial Wilderness, and she had previously taken in this little Golden Crow...

then "trouble" would hardly begin to describe it—if things went badly, even their lives might be dragged into it.

Looking across the entire Primordial Wilderness, only the few Heavenly Dao Saints could bear such a trust.

To persuade Nuwa to agree to shelter his youngest son, Dijun had spared no expense:

not only did he offer up a vast trove of the Demon Race's most closely guarded treasures, he also handed over one drop of his and Taiyi's respective lifeblood essence—an act that damaged their very foundations and greatly depleted their vital energy;

even the Demon Race's clan-suppressing treasure, the "Summoning Demons Banner," was presented with both hands.

He had only one purpose: to ask Nuwa, in consideration of this weighty bond and these lavish gifts, to protect the little Golden Crow without fail.