The Witch Race is Doomed, the World Already Knows?

Di Jiang was no longer the commanding leader of the Ancestral Witches; he was more like an elder brother desperate to know the truth.

"Yeah, Sister, don't just scold us!" Zhu Rong chimed in, his voice losing its usual brutality and gaining urgency. "We... we only wanted what's best for the Witch Race!"

"Houtu, tell us—what's really going on?" Xuanming couldn't help but speak up, her cool tone laced with inquiry.

Watching her elder brothers and sisters finally shed their pure rage and indifference, replaced by immense doubt and a faint trace of wavering, Houtu felt the heavy pressure in her heart loosen by an imperceptible fraction.

She let out a deep sigh, one that carried exhaustion, helplessness, and a hint of resolve.

She swept her gaze across them, her voice regaining calm but carrying earth-shattering weight:

"You know, when I went to see Zhen Yuanzi... afterward, I also met someone else."

"Who?" Di Jiang pressed immediately, a foreboding feeling stirring in his heart.

Houtu's eyes passed over each tense, confused face before she finally uttered the name that made every Ancestral Witch's pupils contract and their killing intent erupt:

"The Demon Race's Sixth Prince... Lu Jun."

Boom!!!

"What?"

"Lu Jun?"

"That feathered mongrel bird?"

"Sister Houtu, have you lost your mind? Why would you go see him?"

It was like ice water thrown into boiling oil—Pangu Hall exploded again!

But this time, the fury wasn't aimed at Zhen Yuanzi. It was a hundred times more intense, a shock and murderous rage directed at their sworn enemy—the Demon Race!

The Ancestral Witches' auras erupted uncontrollably, the entire Pangu Hall trembling violently!

Di Jiang's face turned iron-gray in an instant, the space around him twisting inch by inch, his terrifying pressure freezing time itself!

"You... explain yourself!" Di Jiang's voice ground out like ice from the deepest abyss, each word dripping with disbelief and blazing fury.

Houtu watched the sudden explosion of rage and killing intent that nearly tore Pangu Hall apart, and the helplessness on her face deepened.

This was her race. These were her elder brothers and sisters.

Whenever a problem arose, their first instinct was always anger, always violence!

As if fists and Sha Qi were the only tools they had to solve anything.

"Do you know what that Sixth Prince Golden Crow is doing right now?"

Houtu's voice cut through the raging Sha Qi with a strange calm, posing a question that made the furious Ancestral Witches pause for a moment.

Zhu Rong was the first to roar, his crimson eyes seeming to spit fire.

"Whatever he's doing, what's it to us? He's a Demon! A mortal enemy! Sister Houtu, why didn't you kill him on the spot when you saw him?"

Gong Gong's cold voice dripped with bone-deep hatred: "It's all because of that damned Nirvana of his!"

"If not for that, the ten Golden Crows would have fallen long ago! How else would those two feathered mongrels, Di Jun and Tai Yi, have walked that damned path to Tongtian? He's an enemy the Witch Race will never stop fighting!"

"That's right! He's our Witch Race's mortal foe! Seeing him? You should have obliterated his soul!"

Qiang Liang's body flashed with lightning, Sha Qi surging skyward.

Xuanming said nothing, but the icy killing intent radiating from her made her stance clear.

Di Jiang's gaze was like a solid blade, locked onto Houtu as he awaited her explanation.

Going to see Lu Jun—that act alone had touched the Witch Race's most sensitive nerve!

Listening to them chatter on, every word about killing and enmity, the faint hope that had just stirred in Houtu's heart sank again, dissolving into deeper exhaustion.

She let out a long, long sigh, one that seemed to drain all her strength.

"He is... herding the stars of all heavens."

Houtu's voice carried an indescribable complexity.

"What?"

The Ancestral Witches didn't catch on at first.

Houtu raised her hand, miming the awe-inspiring scene.

"With boundless power, he straightens the chaotic paths of the stars, pulls together shattered star fragments, like a shepherd herding sheep."

"He is expanding this Great Desolation Heaven and Earth created by Father God! Bringing order to the chaotic river of stars, reviving the silent Star Domains!"

"And I saw it with my own eyes! Father God... Pangu Father God! Descended with vast merit! Golden light blazing, illuminating Chaos! That was Father God's recognition and reward for what he did!"

Boom!!!

This time, the silence was more absolute than ever before.

Inside Pangu Hall, all the violent energy and killing intent froze solid.

The anger, killing intent, and shock on the Ancestral Witches' faces... all stiffened, replaced by a bewildered disbelief so profound it bordered on numbness.

Herding the Stars of All Heavens?

Expanding the Prehistoric World?

Father God descending Golden Light of Merit?

To that Demon Race's Sixth Prince, Lu Jun?

"No... impossible!" Zhu Rong was the first to cry out, his voice twisting out of tune.

"Herding the Stars of All Heavens? What is Lu Jun? A mere feathered beast, what right does he have? This is absolutely impossible!"

Gong Gong's face turned deathly pale, his lips trembling: "Father God... how could Father God... how could He bestow merit on him?"

"This... this must be a mistake on your part! It's surely an illusion cast by the Demon Race! How could Father God favor the Demon Race?!"

He couldn't accept that Father God's glory would shine upon their mortal enemy.

Qiang Liang was even more furious: "Absurd! Utterly absurd! Father God's eyes... how could Father God do this?!"

He barely choked back the words "blind eyes," but the shock and anger on his face were unmistakable.

Di Jiang's pupils contracted violently, the Power of Space around him churning wildly, revealing the storm within.

He stared hard at Houtu, his voice hoarse: "Houtu... you... are you sure?"

Houtu's gaze swept across faces all screaming "impossible" and "unbelievable." The last flicker of hope in her heart was extinguished, leaving only cold disappointment.

She slowly raised her hand, pointing to her own deep eyes—eyes that bore the weight of the earth and the sorrow of Reincarnation—her voice cold and clear, carrying an unyielding finality:

"This is me! Houtu! With the eyes of an Ancestral Witch, with the heart of the earth, I saw it with my own eyes! Heard it with my own ears!"

"That vast Golden Light of Merit cannot be faked! The shifting trajectories of the stars cannot be faked! Father God's will is not for you to question!"

"And I'm telling you this to show you what the Demon Race, our sworn enemies, are doing right now!"

"They are expanding the world Father God left behind! They are gaining Father God's approval! Doing things that benefit the Prehistoric World! And what about us?"

Houtu's gaze pierced each Ancestral Witch like a sharp sword: "Where is our focus? Still on doubt! Still on rage! Still on how to kill!"

"Have you ever thought about what we, the Witch Race, are doing? What have we done for this world Father God left behind?!"

This heart-stabbing question left all the Ancestral Witches speechless, their faces flushing pale and red.

Houtu no longer looked at their ugly expressions. She took a deep breath, as if trying to expel all the pent-up heaviness in her chest.

Her voice dropped low again, but now carried a suffocating despair:

"You've all been wanting to know what Zhen Yuanzi said to me, haven't you?"

"Fine. I'll tell you now."

Her gaze slowly swept over Di Jiang, Zhu Rong, Gong Gong, Qiang Liang, Xuanming...

"Zhen Yuanzi said that we, the Witch Race... have reached a dead end! Or rather, we're walking straight into one!"

"He told me that the Demon Race has Saint Nuwa! Though she hasn't returned to the Prehistoric World yet for certain reasons, she is their saint!"

"As long as the Demon Race's fortune doesn't run out, she will return one day! And that is a true Heavenly Dao Saint!"

"Our Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Array can summon the True Body of Pangu, barely enough to contend with one saint. But can it contend with two?"

"And that's assuming Di Jun and Tai Yi haven't succeeded in their Nirvana!"

"What if those two brothers, through some opportunity, complete their Nirvana like Lu Jun and take that step?"

Her words struck the Ancestral Witches' hearts like cold iron hammers:

"By then, the Demon Race will have Saint Nuwa, and two emperors who have succeeded in Nirvana, with saint-level combat power!"

"And what do we, the Witch Race, have? Only one Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Array! How long can it hold? How many can it hold?"

"Zhen Yuanzi concluded that without a change, the Witch Race is doomed! And likely in the near future!"

Dead silence fell over Pangu Hall.

Houtu's words chilled them more than Lu Jun receiving merit.

It wasn't that they hadn't thought of this problem.

What shocked them was that an outsider had already seen it all.

Their Witch Race's predicament—perhaps the whole world already knew!

Di Jiang's face had darkened like the sky before a storm.

He was silent for a long time before finally speaking, his voice low and strained, tinged with reluctance.

"Haven't we already discussed this with those two saints from the West?"