Kill Nuwa in the Pit!

Di Jiang's pupils contracted sharply, the Power of Space around him instantly turning violent.

The other Ancestral Witches reacted even more fiercely. Qiang Liang, Gong Gong, Zhu Rong, and others with fiery tempers manifested the phantom of their True Body of the Ancestral Witch in an instant!

Torrential Sha Qi surged forth, shooting straight into the clouds!

"It's those two bald donkeys from the West!" Xuanming's voice was icy and piercing.

"How bold! To dare descend in person to our Buzhou Mountain! Do they think our Witch Race has no one?" Tian Wu roared from eight faces, gale winds howling.

"Form the array! Prepare to summon the True Body of the Father God!" Ju Mang shouted sharply.

As Zhu Jiuyin's eyes opened and closed, the phantom of the River of Time flickered behind him, and the Power of Time locked onto the source of those two Saintly auras.

In an instant, divine light surged within Pangu Hall, and Sha Qi soared to the heavens!

The auras of the Twelve Ancestral Witches linked in a flash, drawing upon the most primal and violent Sha Qi of heaven and earth.

A terrifying phantom of a great array, one that seemed capable of the Opening of Heaven and Earth—the Great Array of the Stars of Heaven—had already begun to coalesce!

Facing the overwhelming might of the Witch Race's full effort, the descending Two Sages of the West showed no hostility.

The golden light faded, and Jieyin and Zhunti revealed themselves, standing in the void with extremely humble postures.

"Daoist Di Jiang, fellow Daoist Ancestral Witches, please do not be angered. We two senior brothers have come not as enemies."

Zhunti's voice pierced the violent Sha Qi calmly, reaching clearly into the hall.

"Hmph! Not enemies? You secretly stirred up trouble, causing our tribesmen to fall. Such blood feuds cannot be brushed aside with a light 'not enemies'!"

"State your purpose quickly! Otherwise, don't blame us for invoking the Father God's power and blasting even your Saintly Bodies to death here!"

Di Jiang's voice carried a chilling killing intent.

The aura of the Great Array of the Stars of Heaven grew even more terrifying, as if it might unleash a world-destroying strike at any moment.

Zhunti's smile remained unchanged, as if he hadn't felt the lethal threat, his tone instead carrying a hint of regret.

"Fellow Daoists, calm your anger. We know well the blood feud between Witch and Demon is hard to resolve, but we came today only to ask one question."

"What question?" Di Jiang narrowed his eyes.

Zhunti's smile persisted: "The Demon Race's Golden Crow Nirvana has been reborn. Di Jun and Tai Yi are about to take that step. The Demon Race's situation of three Sages in one clan is about to take shape. Does the Witch Race still have a retreat? Does it still have a chance to live?"

Within Pangu Hall, the auras of the Ancestral Witches grew even stronger.

"We already know of this! There's no need for you to speak further!" Di Jiang cut in decisively.

"Even if the Demon Race has three Sages, what does my Witch Race fear? We only fight to the death! The bloodline of Pangu Father God bends but never breaks!"

"Fight to the death? Admirable courage." Zhunti nodded slightly, but his tone shifted sharply.

"However, if the Demon Race truly has three Sages sitting in the Heavenly Court, wielding the might of Sages to command the Great Array of the Stars of Heaven, what chance does the Witch Race have, even with the Great Array of the Stars of Heaven?"

"At that time, the Witch Race's bloodline may face the danger of extinction!"

"Fellow Daoists, you have been pushed to the edge of a cliff. One step back is the abyss of clan annihilation and death!"

His voice carried a power that pierced the heart, targeting the deepest fears of the Witch Race.

The Sha Qi in the hall stagnated slightly, and a trace of heaviness crossed the faces of the Ancestral Witches.

They did not fear a fight to the death, but what Zhunti said was their greatest hidden worry.

The might of a Sage was no match for an Ancestral Witch!

"What exactly do you intend to do?"

Houtu asked in a deep voice, her clear gaze fixed on Zhunti.

She absolutely did not believe the Western Sages would come for no reason to warn the Witch Race of impending doom.

Zhunti's face bore a sincere expression of "compassion for the world" as he spoke slowly: "Form an alliance!"

"An alliance? Hmph, what scheme does your Western Teachings have?"

Di Jiang sneered, the Power of Space firmly locking onto the two Sages.

"Scheme? What I seek is but a thread of life, a future for our barren Western lands."

"If the Witch Race agrees to one matter, we two senior brothers will do our utmost to help the Witch Race survive this tribulation!"

"What matter?"

"If the Witch Race prevails in the future and rules the earth, any Prehistoric World creature wishing to go to our West need only follow the rules and pass freely at the foot of Buzhou Mountain."

"The Witch Race... must not deliberately obstruct, nor levy any toll."

Zhunti proposed a seemingly trivial condition.

But his true intent was known only to himself.

A brief silence fell within Pangu Hall.

The Divine Senses of the Twelve Ancestral Witches intertwined, rapidly deducing and weighing the options.

This condition, for the Witch Race that controlled the earth, was indeed not harsh, and could even be said to involve almost no real loss.

The key lay in whether the "help" of the Two Sages of the West was trustworthy and truly valuable.

"How do you intend to aid my Witch Race?" Di Jiang spoke on behalf of all the Ancestral Witches, his tone still icy, but the restrained destructive array intent had eased slightly.

Zhunti's eyes flashed with sharp light.

"The key lies in Empress Nuwa! The sole Saint of the Demon Race, and your greatest obstacle now! As long as she cannot intervene in time..."

"You want to strike directly at Empress Nuwa?" She Bishi asked in shock.

A battle between Saints could shatter heaven and earth at the slightest move—the risk was immense.

How could the Two Sages of the West dare to make such a resolve?

How was that possible?

"No." Zhunti shook his head, revealing an inscrutable smile.

"A Saint is indestructible through countless kalpas; direct conflict is the worst strategy. I have a plan to keep Empress Nuwa too occupied to interfere!"

"Oh?" The Ancestral Witches all showed doubt.

"We shall invite Empress Nuwa to explore together the source of the River of Time—the mysteries at the very beginning of the Opening of Heaven and Earth!"

Zhunti's words were startling.

"The source of the River of Time! The dawn of creation!"

Zhu Jiuyin, who had been silently wielding the power of time, suddenly lifted his head.

His crimson and deep-blue eyes burst with terrifying divine light, and the laws of time rippled violently around him.

"You dare set foot in such forbidden ground? Aren't you afraid Father God will chop you down like Chaos Demon Gods?"

What Zhunti said now completely unsettled Zhu Jiuyin, the master of the Great Dao of Time.

Spying on the beginning of creation!

That was suicide!

Zhunti nodded, his expression solemn: "Since we have attained sainthood, immortal and indestructible, we are qualified to seek the ultimate mysteries of heaven and earth's origin."

"With such an opportunity at hand, I believe Empress Nuwa will not refuse to join us."

He shifted his tone, carrying a hint of cold calculation: "At the time of creation, divine might was overwhelming. Intervening in the battle between Pangu and the Chaos Demon Gods risks even a Saint's fall."

"To recondense a Saintly Body from the River of Time of the Prehistoric World... the time required would be countless epochs!"

"In that long span, can you settle your score with the Demon Race?"

The hall fell into dead silence!

"You..."

Di Jiang wanted to speak, but was left speechless by the shock of Zhunti's plan!

Zhunti had truly found a way to scheme against Saint Nuwa!

He turned his gaze to Zhu Jiuyin: "Is it feasible?"

The wheel of time in Zhu Jiuyin's eyes spun wildly as he rapidly calculated the plan's viability.

Di Jiang, Houtu, and the other Ancestral Witches instantly grasped the core of Zhunti's venomous scheme.

Lure Empress Nuwa into the perilous source of the River of Time, making her "accidentally" trapped there, unable to return for a short time!

With Empress Nuwa's presence and deterrence gone, and Di Jun and Tai Yi yet to complete their nirvana and become Saints, the Demon Court of the Heavenly Court would only have the Great Array of the Stars of Heaven to rely on!

This was the perfect moment for the Witch Race to go all out, fight the Demon Race to the death, and win it all in one stroke!

Zhu Jiuyin nodded silently: "It's feasible."

"Good! Excellent—a plan to drive the tiger to devour the wolf, using another's knife to kill!"

Di Jiang's eyes blazed with ferocity, and a grim, resolute smile finally appeared on his face.

Though he knew the Two Sages of the West were using the Witch Race, this plan struck the vital point, winning the Witch Race a once-in-a-millennium opportunity!

"In that case..." Di Jiang swept his gaze over the Ancestral Witches, seeing the blazing battle intent in their eyes and no further objections. He suddenly looked toward the Two Sages of the West outside the hall, his voice shaking the heavens:

"Zhunti! Jieyin! The Witch Race accepts your request! Once Empress Nuwa departs, the Witch Race will trample the Heavenly Court and fight the Demon Race to the death! Do not break your word!"

"Well said!" Zhunti and Jieyin pressed their palms together, their faces a mix of sorrow and serenity, but deep in their eyes flickered a gleam of scheming success.

"We brothers will do our utmost to bring this about. Witch Race... await the moment!"

Golden light flared again, and the figures of the Two Sages of the West slowly faded into the void of Buzhou Mountain.

Fengqi Mountain, shrouded in clouds and mist, bathed in rosy light.

Empress Nuwa stood quietly on the peak, her gaze warm as she watched the scattered, burgeoning Human Race tribes on the plains below.

Looking at the beings she had shaped from clay—from their initial ignorant exploration to their gradual learning of fishing, hunting, building nests, and forming communities—

A sense of indescribable satisfaction and hope welled up in her heart, like a mother watching her toddling child slowly grow.

"Sister, the nirvana of the Demon Emperor's offspring has shaken the Prehistoric World. Won't you go to the Demon Court to see for yourself?"