"These Barbarians Can't Sit Still Either!"

If Niu Ben had not acted at the last moment and moved their entire race into this Small World, they would likely have long since been reduced to ashes by the schemes of the Demon Clan and the Heavenly Dao.

They remembered this debt of gratitude.

But even more, they yearned for power of their own—a Saint of their own!

"But who can we form an alliance with?"

Zhu Jiuyin, the Ancestor Witch of Time, hit straight at the heart of the matter.

"The Demon Clan is our mortal enemy. Impossible."

"Those two from the Western Teachings are full of tricks. If we work with them, they'll probably sell us off and have us count the money for them."

"As for Demon Ancestor Luohu... that fellow is more sinister than anyone. Working with him would be no different from seeking a deal with a tiger."

After going through their options, the Ancestor Witches realized that they seemed to have become utterly isolated.

In the entire Primordial Wilderness, they could not find a suitable ally.

The Great Hall fell silent.

Just then, the Xuan Ming Ancestor Witch, who had remained silent all this time, suddenly spoke.

"We... can go to the Underworld."

Her voice was soft, yet it exploded in the minds of every Ancestor Witch like a thunderclap.

"The Underworld?"

Dijiang's eyes instantly lit up.

That was right! How had they forgotten the Underworld?

"Little Sister is right!" Zhu Rong slapped his forehead. "The Underworld belongs to our sister Houtu! Joining forces with the Underworld would be perfectly justified!"

Xuan Ming shook her head, a bitter smile appearing on her face.

"Brothers, have you forgotten who the Underworld's true master is now?"

That single sentence cooled all the excited Ancestor Witches down.

That was right. The Lord of the Underworld