Xuan Yi Battles Ancestral Witch, Nuwa Becomes Demon Emperor

"Esteemed sirs, this humble Taoist has no intention of being your enemy. Fuxi is my elder brother, and I hope you will grant me this small favor."

The grand trend of the Heavenly Dao was already set, and Xuan Yi did not wish to get involved.

"Oh? You are that Xuan Yi who annihilated hundreds of Grand Unity Golden Immortals while only at the Heavenly Immortal realm, and even killed the East King Duke?"

The Twelve Ancestral Witches held no ill will towards Xuan Yi, but how could the naturally arrogant Pangu release someone based on a single sentence?

"We can let Fuxi go too. As long as you can defeat us in a fight, we will not only release Fuxi but also honor you, Xuan Yi, as an honored guest of the Witch Race."

"Since that is the case, this humble Taoist shall experience the methods of the Ancestral Witches!"

Since a peaceful resolution was impossible, Xuan Yi had no choice but to teach the Ancestral Witches a lesson on how to behave.

"Roar!"

Pangu's phantom in the void directly swung the Pangu Axe in his hand, cleaving down at Xuan Yi.

"Hahaha, well met! This humble Taoist was just wanting to test the strength of his physical body."

Xuan Yi gathered all his strength and smashed his fist directly at the Pangu Axe.

"Boom!"

As Xuan Yi's fist collided with the Pangu Axe, it was as if a star had exploded, erupting with a deafening roar.

Both Xuan Yi and Pangu's phantom were sent staggering back several steps by the force generated.

"Hahaha, exhilarating, truly exhilarating!"

"Since my birth, I have never encountered an opponent of equal footing. Again!"

Such a hearty and satisfying battle excited Xuan Yi immensely. He then swung his fist again, attacking Pangu's phantom.

"He actually blocked it! This child's physical body strength has likely reached the level of a Spiritual Treasure!"

The Twelve Ancestral Witches' eyes widened in shock. Facing Xuan Yi, they no longer dared to be careless and immediately swung the Pangu Axe at Xuan Yi.

"Puff puff puff!"

"..."

The sounds of violent collisions were endless.

The battle in the void, while terrifying the countless powerful beings of the Demon Race, also brought them a sigh of relief. They had truly feared that Pangu's true form could crush everything. If that were the case, the end of the Demon Race would surely arrive.

Fortunately, Xuan Yi could fight Pangu's phantom to a standstill, giving the Demon Race a glimmer of hope.

"Roar!"

At this moment, the Ancestral Witches, seeing that Xuan Yi could fight Pangu's true form to a draw with just his physical body, felt admiration mixed with extreme anger.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches cut open their wrists and simultaneously poured their bloodline power into Pangu's phantom.

Empowered by the Ancestral Witches' bloodline, Pangu's phantom became even more solid, and the light of the Pangu Axe shone with unparalleled brilliance. Even the void was torn apart and collapsed by this radiant axe light.

Facing such a terrifying attack, Xuan Yi did not dare to be careless. With a thought, the Twelve-grade World-Destroying Black Lotus, Taixu Armor, and Primordial Chaos Measuring Heaven Ruler appeared before him.

"Eye of Heavenly Punishment, activate!"

As Xuan Yi softly called out, world-destroying Heavenly Punishment power surged from between his brows into the Primordial Chaos Measuring Heaven Ruler.

"Slash!"

The terrifying strike, a fusion of Heavenly Punishment power and the power of a supreme treasure, collided with the Pangu Axe.

"Bang!"

"Boom!"

"Ugh!"

The power generated by the collision of the two forces directly sent Xuan Yi flying. Pangu's phantom and the Pangu Axe, however, dissipated after this strike.

"Thump!"

"Ouch!"

"Puff!"

"..."

With the disappearance of Pangu's phantom, the Twelve Ancestral Witches spat out mouthfuls of blood and then fell from the sky like chiaotzu.

At this moment, the Twelve Ancestral Witches were listless, as if they had been completely drained. It was clear that the final blow had utterly exhausted them.

"Xuan Yi, we have lost! Kill us or flay us as you please!"

Facing Xuan Yi, who was only slightly disheveled, the Twelve Ancestral Witches were genuinely defeated.

"You have misunderstood, esteemed sirs. This humble Taoist merely wishes to take my elder brother away and has no intention of being your enemy."

Not wanting to get involved in the conflict between the Witches and Demons, Xuan Yi picked up Fuxi and walked towards Nuwa.

"Buzz!"

A cloud of Merit slowly materialized in the void. The sheer amount of Merit was enough to allow a Grand Unity Golden Immortal to achieve sainthood on the spot, and intense Golden Light of Merit enveloped the entire Heavenly Court.

"There's Heavenly Dao Merit for this too? And there's so much of it!"

As Xuan Yi pondered, a ethereal voice entered his ears.

"Xuan'er, besides the spiritual treasures I sent you last time, I haven't given you any other gifts. I'll compensate you with this merit."

Merit was something the Heavenly Dao had in abundance, but it had never had the chance to bestow it upon Xuan Yi. This time, with the great battle against the Twelve Ancestral Witches, the Heavenly Dao finally had a reason.

"Thank you, Father!"

Understanding the reason, Xuan Yi no longer stood on ceremony and directly refined the merit into a golden body of merit.

Before long, a golden body of merit radiating immense auspicious light appeared behind Xuan Yi.

"Witch Race, prepare to die!"

It turned out that Di Jun and Tai Yi, who had been blasted billions of kilometers away, had returned.

After being blasted away, both were severely injured and fell into a coma. When they awoke, they saw the Heavenly Court erupting with the golden light of merit, and they truly believed the Witch Race had annihilated the Heavenly Court. Thus, they rushed back in desperation.

But the scene before them left them dumbfounded. Behind Xuan Yi, a golden body of merit tens of thousands of feet tall had appeared, while the Twelve Ancestral Witches were all listless.

"What is going on?"

Confused, they didn't dare to act rashly. After all, the Demon Race had suffered heavy casualties, and they themselves were no longer capable of fighting.

For a moment, the Heavenly Court fell into an eerie silence.

"High dwelling in ninefold clouds, meditation cushion for the Dao's truth. Beyond heaven and earth, I shall be the sect master. Pangu birthed Taiji, Yin and Yang follow the four images. One Dao passed to three friends, two sects divided between Chan and Jie. The supreme leader of the Xuan Gate, one breath transformed into Hongjun."

An ethereal voice reached everyone's ears. It was Dao Ancestor Hongjun, who had been observing the battlefield, who had appeared.

"We respectfully welcome the Dao Ancestor!"

Everyone in the Heavenly Court quickly rose and cupped their hands in greeting.

"The continuous battles between the Witch and Demon races have caused widespread suffering throughout the Primordial Chaos. You shall not fight again for ten thousand years. Should anyone violate this, I will personally intervene."

Hongjun ignored the greetings of everyone and instead looked coldly at the Demon Race and the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

Under Hongjun's icy gaze, Di Jun and Tai Yi bore immense pressure and immediately spoke, "We respectfully obey the Dao Ancestor's decree!"

Although the Twelve Ancestral Witches only revered Pangu, they were not fools. If they refused, they would likely be annihilated by Dao Ancestor Hongjun the next second.

They could only respond, "We respectfully obey the Dao Ancestor's decree!"

Seeing that both races were sensible, Hongjun nodded slightly and disappeared. With the Dao Ancestor's departure, the oppressive atmosphere also vanished.

"Fellow Daoist Xuan Yi, we are impressed by today's battle. As we said before, from now on, you will be an honored guest of our Witch Race. If you have time, we hope you will visit the Witch Race."

In this battle, the Twelve Ancestral Witches were completely convinced by Xuan Yi.

"You are too kind! I hope you will forgive any offense."

Xuan Yi felt no ill will towards the straightforward Ancestral Witches and immediately cupped his hands, "I will certainly visit when I have the time."

Having received Xuan Yi's reply, the Twelve Ancestral Witches turned their gaze back to Tai Yi and Di Jun.

"You feathered birds, you won't be so lucky next time!"

The Twelve Ancestral Witches cast a cold glance at Di Jun and Tai Yi and left the Heavenly Court without looking back.

As the Ancestral Witches departed, the previously tense atmosphere eased.

"Thank you, Fellow Daoist Xuan Yi, for your assistance!"

"If not for you, our Demon Race would likely cease to exist today!"

"We have no way to repay such great kindness. We are willing to honor you as the second Demon Emperor of the Demon Race."

Upon learning the full story, Di Jun and Tai Yi approached Xuan Yi and bowed with cupped hands.

"You are too kind! My elder brother is the Demon Emperor of the Demon Race, how could I stand by and do nothing? Please do not mention the matter of the Demon Emperor again."

Seeing that Xuan Yi refused, Di Jun and Tai Yi gritted their teeth and prostrated themselves.

"If not for your help, our Demon Race would have been annihilated today. We implore you to agree."

Xuan Yi was helpless. Although he knew they wanted to use him as a backer, they had already performed the ritual of prostration, making it difficult to refuse.

Seeing their leaders like this, the great powers of the Demon Race also prostrated themselves. They were truly terrified by the Witch Race, and with Xuan Yi as their backer, they would not be so passive the next time they faced the Witch Race.

"We hope you will agree!"

Faced with this scene, Xuan Yi didn't know what to do. Suddenly, he thought of Nuwa, and an idea struck him.

"Fellow Daoists, I am accustomed to a carefree life and truly cannot bear such a great responsibility. However, I have divined that my Dao Companion, Nuwa, has a great karmic connection with the Demon Race and can serve as the second Demon Emperor of the Demon Race!"

The Demon Race, who had been disappointed to hear Xuan Yi's refusal, immediately rekindled their hope.

What difference would it make to Xuan Yi if Nuwa became the Demon Emperor?

Understanding this, they immediately cupped their hands, "We greet the Demon Emperor!"

Faced with their bows, Nuwa was momentarily stunned. How did she suddenly become the Demon Emperor? She counted on her fingers and realized that she did indeed have a connection with the Demon Race.

"You may rise."

Since it was Xuan Yi's arrangement and she had a connection with the Demon Race, Nuwa could only accept it calmly.

"Wa'er, congratulations. From now on, you are the Demon Emperor of the Demon Race."

Xuan Yi, a smile on his face, approached Nuwa.

Seeing Xuan Yi suddenly appear, Nuwa shot him a resentful glance, as if blaming him for dragging her out to be a scapegoat.

"Uh... Nuwa, I sensed an opportunity, a fortuitous encounter. You should take Big Brother back to recover from his injuries. I'm going to travel around the Primordial Chaos."

Faced with Nuwa's reproachful gaze, Xuan Yi immediately backed down and flew off into the Primordial Chaos without looking back.

However, Xuan Yi wasn't lying; he truly had sensed an opportunity for a breakthrough.