Lu Jun Transcended Time!

Lu Jun's heart jolted at Houtu's words—"The Witch Race only knows slaughter, they are truly unworthy to be enemies of the Demon Race"—and his hand guiding the star power paused in a barely perceptible flicker.

Could it be that this kind of thinking has already spread within the Demon Race?

The thought hit him like ice water, snapping him into alertness.

It must be!

Otherwise, why would a mere guard casually assigned by his uncle harbor such arrogant notions?

The Witch Race unworthy to be enemies of the Demon Race?

What audacity!

Lu Jun's mind churned like a storm.

He knew better than anyone that without his own arrival—a "butterfly" flapping its wings to forcibly alter the course of fate—the Demon Race and the Witch Race were no different in their bloodlust and madness. They were like a pot calling the kettle black!

When nine of the Ten Golden Crows fell, and Di Jun, in his grief and fury, forged the Witch-Slaying Sword—how brutal was that?

The Human Race, created by Saint Nuwa, were meant to be the "subjects" of Empress Wa of the Demon Race, a branch under their banner. Yet they were nearly slaughtered to extinction by the Demon Race themselves for the sake of forging that sword.

This kind of internecine butchery, destroying one's own foundation, was even more cruel and ruthless than the savagery of the Witch Race!

The conflict between the two races, at its core, was a struggle for hegemony over the Great Desolation. The difference in methods could not mask the sameness of their essence.

If the Demon Race now seemed "restrained," it was only because their top combat power—Nuwa, Di Jun, and Tai Yi—had yet to emerge, and the Great Array of the Stars of Heaven had yet to be completed.

If they truly gained overwhelming strength, would the Demon Race's blade fall any more mercifully than the Witch Race's?

All of this change stemmed from his arrival and his efforts.

Yet the Demon Race seemed to have developed a dangerous illusion—a sense of moral superiority over the Witch Race?

This was the seed of their own destruction!

Thus, when Houtu asked again in that tone of self-reflection, yet laced with the implication that "the Demon Race has already surpassed the Witch Race," Lu Jun's heart was filled with worry and a trace of helpless resentment.

"Senior."

Lu Jun let out a long sigh, his gaze complex as it fell upon the colossal figure, his voice carrying a heavy, piercing weight.

"If the entire Demon Race harbors such thoughts, they will surely suffer a great loss in the future."

Houtu frowned at this, her massive body standing unmoved against the Chaos Gale, her voice probing.

"Suffer a loss? What loss is the Demon Race still to suffer?"

She keenly caught the certainty and concern in Lu Jun's tone—this was no idle talk.

Lu Jun fell silent for a moment.

Facing this "guard sent by the Eastern Emperor," he could neither speak freely and leak the Heavenly Secrets, nor could he let the Demon Race, drunk on their "superiority," go unchecked. He had to throw cold water on them, sound an alarm.

In the end, he chose a relatively vague angle, yet one packed with immense information.

"You must understand," Lu Jun said, his voice low and solemn, as if stating an eternal truth.

"The Witch Race, after all, possesses the merit of Pangu's Creation. They are beings who can contend with the Three Pure Ones for the title of 'Pangu's True Lineage.'"

"If the Three Pure Ones could receive Heaven's favor, obtain the Primordial Violet Qi, and achieve the status of Three Saints, then among the Twelve Ancestral Witches, is there not a single Opportunity for Sainthood?"

He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in.

His gaze swept over the gestating stars, as if drawing strength from them.

"The Heavenly Dao is impartial. Even without the Primordial Violet Qi as a foundation for sainthood, if the Witch Race is willing to make a true sacrifice—to abandon something of utmost importance, to contribute to this Great Desolation Heaven and Earth in a way that completes the Great Dao and benefits all ages..."

Lu Jun's tone grew profoundly deep, each word striking Houtu's heart like a hammer.

"Then, what impossibility is there in achieving a Saint's throne?"

He could not point to "Reincarnation," nor could he speak the name "Houtu."

If he did—whether the Demon Race moved to preemptively hunt the Ancestral Witches, or the Witch Race forced Houtu to transform into Reincarnation to seize the advantage—it would ignite a slaughter far beyond the current scale!

That would run counter to his original goal of changing fate and reducing sacrifice.

He could only offer this directional hint, like a prophecy.

"Think about it," Lu Jun added, with a near-cruel contrast.

"Even Imperial Father Di Jun and Eastern Emperor Tai Yi, through the Nirvana Method, have hope of attaining the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal of the Origin."

"The Witch Race carries the Pangu bloodline. The combined power of the Twelve Ancestral Witches can shake Heaven and Earth. Is it truly impossible for even one of them to tread that supreme path?"

Boom!

Lu Jun's words struck Houtu's Ancestral Witch heart like a thunderbolt from the Nine Heavens!

Her colossal body trembled almost imperceptibly in the void, and the Turbid Qi of the earth extending beneath her feet rippled with a trace of disorder.

Abandon oneself?

Make a great contribution?

Achieve a Saint's throne?

Every single word pierced precisely into the deepest, most nascent yet unshakable thought budding within her heart!

Transform into Reincarnation, complete the Great Desolation!

Wasn't this the most thorough abandonment of her own Ancestral Witch body and Great Dao?

Wasn't this a contribution vast enough to nourish ten thousand ages and sustain the cycle of heaven and earth forever?

And this person, this Sixth Prince Golden Crow, actually said it could lead to a Saint seat!

Shock!

Ecstasy!

Unbelievable!

This possibility was too staggering, too earth-shattering!

Could one become a Saint without Primordial Violet Qi?

Could the Witch Race have their own Saint?

If this were true, the Witch Race truly had hope of continuing, even rising reborn from the flames!

No longer the destined annihilation in Zhen Yuanzi's prophecy!

But then, a bone-deep chill instantly replaced her ecstasy, plunging her into an icy abyss!

How did the Sixth Prince Golden Crow know?

This thought gnawed at her reason like a venomous serpent.

The idea of incarnating into Reincarnation had only been born and solidified in her mind after witnessing the Prehistoric World's devastation and hearing Zhen Yuanzi's prophecy!

Before that, she had never considered it, never even heard of the concept of "Reincarnation"!

No second person knew of this matter!

Not even the other eleven Ancestral Witches had the slightest clue!

Yet this Demon Prince before her had not only pinpointed the Witch Race's possible "path to Sainthood"—

The core of his description—"sacrificing oneself, making a great contribution"—matched her innermost thoughts perfectly!

This was no longer speculation or encouragement; it was... it was as if he were reciting the most secret decision in her heart!

A terrifying guess, like a giant axe cleaving through Chaos, slammed into Houtu's sea of consciousness.

One Attainment, Eternal Attainment!

He... had he already walked the path of One Attainment, Eternal Attainment in the future?

Legend said that one who attained this gathered all Timelines, past and future under their control!

His words now, his worries now, his earlier concerns about the Demon Race's "arrogance"...

Were they not based on judgment, but because the future was influencing the present?

If he truly was an existence of One Attainment, Eternal Attainment, then his very presence here meant the Demon Race had already achieved some form of "victory" or "eternity" in the future!

At the very least, he himself had transcended the shackles of time!

Otherwise, how could he so confidently predict the Witch Race's possible path to Sainthood?

How could he so precisely hit upon a thought she had just conceived, with no possibility of leakage?

Unless, in the endless possibilities of the future, more than one being of One Attainment, Eternal Attainment was contending?

But even so, the Lu Jun before her was surely one of them, and had already seen some crucial future concerning the Witch Race and her, Houtu!

Excitement and terror clashed violently within Houtu's heart.

Excitement, because the hope of the Witch Race attaining Sainthood seemed no illusion, strengthening her resolve to incarnate into Reincarnation, even imbuing it with a sacred sense of mission!

Terror, because someone from the Demon Race might have already set foot on that legendary path of eternity, and everything about her seemed to be under his "gaze"!

Houtu's eyes flickered intensely in the void, like stars dimming and brightening.

"Is he, or isn't he, One Attainment, Eternal Attainment? I'll find out with a test!"