Witches and Demons Establish Their Clans

Such a massive movement by the Demon Race naturally could not be hidden from the Witch Race.

Inside Pangu Hall, the Twelve Ancestral Witches gathered together.

"The entire Demon Race has migrated to the Heavenly Court. What do you all think of this, younger brothers and sisters?" Dijiang, as the eldest brother, spoke first to ask.

"Those two three-legged birds, Di Jun and Tai Yi, must be afraid of our Witch Race, so they fled to the Heavenly Court to hide." Zhurong, always lacking in brains, said disdainfully.

In the realm of wielding fire, Di Jun and the other could barely contend with him by relying on the Solar True Fire, but whenever they couldn't win, they would use spiritual treasures. He had suffered losses a few times because of this, so he held them in considerable contempt.

The other Ancestral Witches automatically ignored Zhurong's words. Among the twelve, the wise Zhujiuyin spoke up.

"The Demon Race is withdrawing from the land. In that case, we should quickly occupy the other continents." After a pause, Zhujiuyin continued.

"After all, the Heavenly Court is easy to defend and hard to attack, very suitable for the Demon Race's development. Perhaps the Demon Race will become a big trouble for us in the future, so I suggest we launch a surprise attack."

The others found this reasoning somewhat sound. Seeing this, Dijiang made the final decision.

"Good. We'll take this opportunity to teach the Demon Race a harsh lesson, making sure they reach the Heavenly Court severely weakened."

After the Twelve Ancestral Witches finished their discussion, they each set off to act.

The Witch Race launched a surprise attack on the Demon Race with lightning speed. The Demon Race had no time to react, and countless members died or were wounded instantly.

After paying a heavy price, Di Jun and Tai Yi finally led the Demon Marshals in organizing an effective resistance.

In the blink of an eye, a hundred years passed. During these hundred years, the Witch and Monster Races had been locked in constant war. The Demon Race suffered heavy casualties, even losing two of the Ten Great Demon Marshals.

At this moment, in Lingxiao Palace, Di Jun sat gloomily in the hall and spoke.

"Although the losses this time were considerable, at least we have finally migrated to the Heavenly Court. From a long-term perspective, it was worth it. We can cultivate in peace, bide our time, and settle accounts with the Witch Race later."

"Your Majesty speaks truly. Now that our Demon Race occupies the Heavenly Court, we can advance or retreat as we please. Our strength will gradually grow." Bai Ze echoed.

"Your Majesty, although our Demon Race has always called ourselves a race, we have never received recognition from Heaven and Earth. Now that we occupy the Heavenly Court, we should set up an altar to worship Heaven and proclaim the status of our Heavenly Court to all the Primordial Beings." Bai Ze's first words were already a good plan.

Di Jun looked at Bai Ze with delight. Declaring this now would surely gain the recognition of the Heavenly Dao, and would certainly attract more powerful Demon Race experts to join them.

"Excellent idea. Prepare the Heaven-worshipping ceremony immediately."

Once everything was ready, Di Jun led the crowd and shouted to the heavens.

"Heavenly Dao above! Our Demon Race was born in response to fate. Now, with the Heavenly Court as our foundation and the Chaos Bell to suppress our destiny, we establish the Demon Race! May the Heavenly Dao permit this!"

"The Demon Race is established!"

Di Jun's voice spread throughout the Primordial World. This was, of course, the help of the Heavenly Dao. The Demon Race was the protagonist of this kalpa, naturally favored by the Heavenly Dao.

Instantly, auspicious clouds descended from the sky, golden lotuses appeared, and a mass of Heavenly Dao Merit fell. Fifty percent landed on Di Jun and Tai Yi. Feeling the change, they immediately took out two spiritual treasures, severed their Good Corpses, and broke through to the early Quasi-Saint stage.

Thirty percent fell upon the Demon Race members in the Heavenly Court. Da Bai felt his own cultivation improve and immediately broke through to the peak of the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal realm.

The remaining twenty percent of the merit fell upon other Demon Race members across the Primordial World.

Such a huge commotion naturally alarmed all living beings in the Primordial World.

Inside Pangu Hall, the Twelve Ancestral Witches wore grim expressions.

"Big Brother, those two three-legged birds have actually established the Demon Race and received the recognition of the Heavenly Dao. What should we do?" Xuanming asked worriedly.

"If you ask me, we should kill our way to the Heavenly Court right now and butcher those two mangy birds!" Zhurong said irritably.

But the others habitually ignored his words.

"Big Brother, why don't we imitate the Demon Race? Set up an altar, worship Heaven, and establish the Witch Race. The Primordial World was created by Father God, so it should be governed by our Witch Race." Zhujiuyin thought for a moment and said.

Dijiang's eyes lit up upon hearing this, and he said happily.

"Good! Let's do as Second Brother says!"

Soon, the Twelve Ancestral Witches set up an altar outside Pangu Hall.

"Father God above! Now our Witch Race rules the Primordial World. With the Primordial Land as our foundation and Pangu Hall to suppress our destiny, the Witch Race is established!"

The voices of the Twelve Ancestral Witches also spread throughout the Primordial World. The Witch Race revered only Pangu, but since Hongjun had not yet merged with the Dao, the Heavenly Dao had no consciousness of its own. It only knew that the Witch Race was also a protagonist of this kalpa, so they too were naturally favored by the Heavenly Dao.

Heavenly Dao Merit descended. The mass of merit was divided into thirteen portions. Each of the Twelve Ancestral Witches received one, and the remaining portion fell upon the Witch Race clansmen.

The Witch Race did not cultivate the Primordial Spirit, so the Twelve Ancestral Witches fused the merit into their bodies to cultivate the Nine Revolutions Profound Art. All twelve Ancestral Witches broke through, reaching the seventh revolution of the Nine Revolutions Profound Art, granting them physical bodies comparable to Quasi-Saint cultivation.

For a time, the Witch Race had twelve Quasi-Saints born simultaneously, becoming the strongest force in the Primordial World.

With the establishment of their races, the Witch and Monster Races became the overlords of the Primordial World, untouchable by anyone.

While the two races were digesting the benefits of establishing their races, Qing Xuan was lingering near the Blood Sea.

"Minghe, come out. I'm not going to fight you this time. Come out and let's talk." Qing Xuan shouted toward the Blood Sea. Who would have thought that the infamous Old Ancestor Minghe was such a coward? After being beaten once, he had hidden in the Blood Sea and refused to come out.

"Qing Xuan, do you take me for a fool? Now that I've refused your request to trade treasures, your only option is to take them by force. You're a Quasi-Saint, while I'm only a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal. I can't beat you." A resentful voice came from the Blood Sea.

[What am I supposed to do now? I originally wanted to trade 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's fled into the Blood Sea, and I don't dare to barge in there!]

Qing Xuan was speechless in his heart. He had thought the Karmic Fire Red Lotus would be the easiest to obtain, but now it had become the hardest.

Afterward, Qing Xuan began to wander around the Blood Sea. Unexpectedly, this stroll led to a surprising discovery.

Qing Xuan stared at the red-and-black mosquito sucking blood from the Blood Sea. It was none other than the "Blood Red Black Mosquito," one of the five infamous fierce insects of the Primordial World.

And the Golden Cicada was none other than the transformation of the Six-Winged Heavenly Silkworm, the chief of the five insects.

This ferocious beast can transform into countless forms, its speed rivaling that of the Kun Peng, with exceptional stealth that ignores all restrictions. It is capable of draining the blood, Essence Spirit, and even the spiritual foundation of treasures from living beings.

The Blood Red Black Mosquito's sole nemesis, however, happened to be in Qing Xuan's hands.

Qing Xuan pulled out the Qiankun Bag and tossed it forward; the bag instantly expanded, swallowing the Blood Red Black Mosquito inside.

"If I refine this beast into a Spiritual Treasure, it might lend me a hand," Qing Xuan mused, the idea growing more plausible the more he thought about it.

He found a place to enter Closed-door Cultivation and began refining the Blood Red Black Mosquito.

Meanwhile, above the North Sea in the Primordial Wilderness, two figures were locked in battle.

One was the North Sea Great Demon, Kun Peng, while the other, radiant with golden light, was none other than Qing Xuan's second disciple, the Golden-Winged Great Peng Bird, Peng Xuan.

"Hahaha, Kun Peng, your speed is decent, but still a step behind mine!"