After the Second Witch-Demon War, Dao Ancestor Hongjun forcibly mediated, and both sides withdrew their troops. Yet the blood stench and baleful qi permeating between heaven and earth did not disperse with the retreat of the two races. At the foot of Buzhou Mountain, that battlefield was a scene of utter devastation: the earth had split apart, mountains and rivers had been overturned, and the soil was stained a dark red that would not fade. The air was thick with a nauseating reek of blood. The wails of Wraiths drifted faintly through the wind, recounting the war's brutality.
The Heavenly Court and the Witch Race outwardly obeyed the Dao Ancestor's decree: demons ruled the heavens, witches ruled the earth, and neither would infringe upon the other, maintaining a fragile balance. Yet whether it was Di Jun's gloomy gaze atop Lingxiao Hall or the suppressed roars of the Ancestral Witches within Pangu Hall, both made one thing abundantly clear—the hatred had not vanished. It had merely been forced to settle beneath the suppression of a greater power, waiting to erupt even more violently at some future moment.
Nuwa returned alone to her Daoist ground—Long Wind Valley.
Overlooking the Primordial World, she saw the Witch and Demon Races slaughtering each other cruelly for power and survival, with countless innocent beings perishing as a result. It gave rise to her desire to leave the Demon Race.
"Creation... is not destruction..." she murmured, a vague thought taking shape in her heart. She wanted to create an entirely new race, one unlike the Witch Race, which revered only bloodlines and delighted in violence, and unlike the Demon Race, where the strong devoured the weak beneath rigid hierarchies. This race should be close to nature, comprehend Heaven and Earth, be kind at heart, and understand creation