The Demon Race's massive movement naturally could not be concealed from the Wu Clan.
Inside Pangu Hall, the Twelve Ancestral Witches had gathered.
"The entire Demon Race has migrated to the Heavenly Court. What do my younger brothers and sisters think?" As the eldest brother, Dijiang was the first to speak.
"Those two Three-legged Birds, Di Jun and Tai Yi, must be afraid of our Wu Clan, so they fled to the Heavenly Court to hide." Zhurong, as brainless as ever, said disdainfully.
When it came to mastery over fire, Di Jun and Tai Yi could only barely contend with him by relying on Solar True Fire. However, whenever the two could not win, they would use Spiritual Treasures. He had suffered losses several times because of that, so he held them in considerable contempt.
The other Ancestral Witches automatically ignored Zhurong's words. Among the Twelve Ancestral Witches, the exceptionally wise Zhujiuyin spoke.
"The Demon Race has withdrawn from the land. We must swiftly occupy the other continents." After a pause, Zhujiuyin continued.
"After all, the Heavenly Court is easy to defend and difficult to attack, making it highly suitable for the Demon Race's development. Perhaps the Demon Race will become a great problem for us in the future, so I suggest taking this opportunity to launch a surprise attack."
Hearing this, everyone felt that it made some sense. Seeing this, Dijiang made the final decision.
"Good. We will seize this opportunity to teach the Demon Race a harsh lesson and make sure they head to the Heavenly Court with their vitality severely damaged."
After the Twelve Ancestral Witches finished discussing matters, they each began to act.
The Wu Clan launched a surprise attack on the Demon Race with lightning speed. The Demon Race had no time to respond, and countless casualties occurred in an instant.
Only after paying a painful price did Di Jun and Tai Yi lead the Demon Commanders in organizing an effective resistance.
In the blink of an eye, a hundred years passed. During those hundred years, the Witch and Monster Races fought continuously. The Demon Race suffered grievous casualties, and even two of the Ten Great Demon Marshals died.
At this moment, within Lingxiao Palace, Di Jun sat in the main hall with a gloomy expression and spoke.
"Although our losses this time were not small, we have finally migrated to the Heavenly Court. From the perspective of long-term development, it was still worth it. We can cultivate in peace, wait for the right opportunity, and then settle this score with the Wu Clan."
"Your Majesty is right. Now that our Demon Race occupies the Heavenly Court, we can attack when advancing and defend when retreating. Our strength will gradually grow." Bai Ze echoed.
"Your Majesty, although we have always called ourselves the Demon Race, we have never received the recognition of Heaven and Earth. Now that we have occupied the Heavenly Court, we should set up an altar and offer sacrifices to Heaven, declaring the Heavenly Court's status to all of the Primordial Wilderness." Bai Ze immediately came up with an excellent plan.
Di Jun looked at Bai Ze with delight. If they made their declaration now, they would surely gain the Heavenly Dao's recognition, drawing even more Demon Race Great Powers to join them.
"Good idea. Prepare the sacrificial rites at once."
Once everything was ready, Di Jun led everyone in shouting toward the heavens.
"Heavenly Dao above, our Demon Race was born in accordance with fate. We now take the Heavenly Court as our foundation and use the Chaos Bell to suppress our fortune. The Demon Race is established! May the Heavenly Dao permit it!"
"The Demon Race is established!"
Di Jun's voice spread throughout every corner of the Primordial Wilderness. This was naturally the Heavenly Dao's assistance. The Demon Race was the protagonist of this calamity, so it was naturally favored by the Heavenly Dao.
At once, Auspicious Clouds descended from the heavens, and blossoming Golden Lotuses appeared. A mass of Heavenly Dao Merit fell from above. Half of it landed upon Di Jun and Tai Yi. The two sensed it and immediately took out two Spiritual Treasures, severing their Good Corpses and breaking through to the early Quasi-Saint realm.
Thirty percent landed upon the demons of the Heavenly Court. Da Bai felt his cultivation improve and immediately broke through to the perfected realm of the Grand Unity Golden Immortal.
The remaining twenty percent of the Merit fell upon other demons throughout the Primordial Wilderness.
Such a great disturbance naturally alarmed all living beings in the Primordial Wilderness.
Inside Pangu Hall, the Twelve Ancestral Witches wore unsightly expressions.
"Eldest Brother, those two Three-legged Birds have actually established the Demon Race and even received the Heavenly Dao's recognition. What should we do?" Xuanming asked worriedly.
"I say we charge straight into the Heavenly Court now and slaughter those two mangy birds!" Zhurong said furiously.
However, everyone habitually ignored his words.
"Eldest Brother, why not imitate the Demon Race? We can set up an altar and offer sacrifices to Heaven, establishing the Wu Clan. The Primordial Wilderness was opened by Father God, so it should rightfully be governed by our Wu Clan." After some thought, Zhujiuyin spoke.
Dijiang's eyes lit up upon hearing this, and he immediately said happily.
"Good! We shall do as Second Brother says!"
Very quickly, the Twelve Ancestral Witches set up an altar outside Pangu Hall.
"Father God above, today our Wu Clan shall rule the Primordial Wilderness. Taking the lands of the Primordial Wilderness as our foundation and Pangu Hall to suppress our fortune, the Wu Clan is established!"
The Twelve Ancestral Witches' voices likewise spread throughout the Primordial Wilderness. The Wu Clan revered only Pangu, but Hongjun had not yet merged with the Dao, and the Heavenly Dao had yet to develop its own consciousness. It only knew that the Wu Clan was also a protagonist of this calamity, so they were naturally favored by the Heavenly Dao as well.
Heavenly Dao Merit descended. One mass of Merit split into thirteen portions. Each of the Twelve Ancestral Witches received one portion, while the remaining portion fell upon the Wu Clan clansmen.
The Wu Clan Did Not Cultivate Primordial Spirit, so the Twelve Ancestral Witches fused the Merit into their bodies to cultivate the Nine Revolutions Profound Art. The Twelve Ancestral Witches all broke through, cultivating the Nine Revolutions Profound Art to the seventh revolution. Their physical bodies became comparable to Quasi-Saints.
For a time, the Wu Clan produced twelve Quasi-Saints at once, becoming the strongest force in the Primordial Wilderness.
With the Witch and Monster Races establishing their clans, they became the overlords of the Primordial Wilderness for a time. No one in the Primordial Wilderness dared provoke them.
While the two races digested the benefits brought by establishing their clans, Qing Xuan was lingering near the Blood Sea.
"Minghe, come out. I won't beat you up this time. Come out, let's talk." Qing Xuan shouted toward the Blood Sea. Who would have thought that the famed Old Ancestor Minghe was actually so timid? After Qing Xuan beat him up once, he hid in the Blood Sea and refused to come out again.
"Qing Xuan, do you take me for an idiot? Now that I have refused your request to exchange treasures, the only path left to you is to seize it by force. You are a Quasi-Saint, while I am only a Grand Unity Golden Immortal. I cannot defeat you." A resentful voice came from within the Blood Sea.
What am I supposed to do? I originally wanted to exchange two High-grade Spiritual Treasures for the Karmic Fire Red Lotus, but Minghe refused. In a fit of anger, I beat him up. Now he has fled into the Blood Sea, and I do not dare barge in there!
Qing Xuan was speechless. He had thought the Karmic Fire Red Lotus would be the easiest to obtain, but it had instead become the most difficult.
Qing Xuan then wandered around near the Blood Sea. Unexpectedly, this stroll brought him an unforeseen gain.
Qing Xuan looked at the red-and-black mosquitoes feeding on the Blood Sea. They were actually the renowned Blood Red Black Mosquito, one of the Five Great Fiendish Insects of the Primordial Wilderness.
As for Golden Cicada, he was transformed from the Six-Winged Heavenly Silkworm, the leader of the Five Fiendish Insects.
This fiendish beast could transform into countless forms. Its speed was extremely swift, no slower than Kun Peng's. It possessed exceptionally strong concealment abilities, ignored all restrictions, and could feed on the blood, Essence Spirit, and even the spiritual foundations of magical treasures.
And the Blood Red Black Mosquito's sole natural enemy happened to be in Qing Xuan's hands.
Qing Xuan took out the Qiankun Bag and tossed it forward. The Qiankun Bag instantly grew larger and swallowed the Blood Red Black Mosquito.
"If I refine this beast into a Spiritual Treasure, perhaps it can lend me a hand." Qing Xuan's thoughts ran wild, and the more he considered it, the more feasible it seemed.
He found a place for Closed-door Cultivation and began refining the Blood Red Black Mosquito.
Meanwhile, above the North Sea of the Primordial Wilderness, two people were engaged in a fierce battle.
One of them was Kun Peng, the great demon of the North Sea. The other was a golden figure—Qing Xuan's second disciple, the Golden-Winged Great Peng Bird, Peng Xuan.
"Hahaha, Kun Peng, your speed is decent, but you are still a little slower than me!"
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