The Interception Sect had many disciples. Li Yunjing could probably only protect those around him by relying on his standing among the Three Sects. As for any more, even if Taishang Laojun and Primordial Heavenly Venerate, his two Uncle-Masters, gave him face, the two Western Saints, Jieyin and Zhunti, would not let him preserve the Interception Sect's strength.
That was precisely why Li Yunjing rarely befriended fellow disciples who had no future, and even more rarely cultivated them. Those people would either end up on the Investiture of the Gods or join the West and become outsiders.
Investing in them would be nothing but a waste of time and resources.
Li Yunjing had interacted with Saints too often. He had closely followed the Three Pure Ones and witnessed Niangniang Nuwa, Zhunti, and Jieyin at close range. He was far from ignorant of the power of Saints, so naturally he would not foolishly oppose them or overestimate himself.
With the great tribulation approaching, Li Yunjing warned those around him not to leave the island, then once again entered seclusion to comprehend the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation.
Back in the Heavenly Court, Di Jun and Xihe were still dazed and grief-stricken, their hearts pierced with anguish!
Fortunately, they still had one child, Lu Ya. Otherwise, the Golden Crow Race truly would have been wiped out by the Witch Race. As one of the most powerful Innate Demon Gods, it was no easy matter for Di Jun to have a child.
Over the years, the two of them had not failed to try, but the merit from establishing the Heavenly Marriage was not inexhaustible. The Heavenly Dao would not favor the Golden Crow Race either, so it naturally could not allow the Golden Crow Race to grow unchecked.
"Alas! Xihe, this time I plan to send Little Ten to 'Empress Wa's Palace.' The Witch-Demon War is about to begin, and in the future, we may not even be able to control our own fates. If the Saints scheme against us again, Little Ten's life will be in danger!"
After a long while, Di Jun looked at Lu Ya, who still had a frightened expression, then turned and said this to Xihe.
"That's fine! With Niangniang Nuwa's protection, no matter how the Witch-Demon War ends, Little Ten will be safe." Xihe had still been immersed in grief, but when she heard Di Jun's words, her eyes lit up and she immediately agreed.
"Little Ten, once you go to Empress Wa's Palace, you must listen to Niangniang Nuwa. Don't be willful, defy a Saint, or incur a Saint's displeasure."
Sensing that the future was bleak, Xihe held Lu Ya tightly in her arms and carefully instructed him. Perhaps after parting today, in the future—
"Yes, Father, Mother. I'll definitely listen to Niangniang Nuwa."
After suffering such painful lessons, Lu Ya had matured greatly. Naturally, he knew that his parents had arranged a safe retreat for him. But would he still be able to see his parents in the future?
Watching Xihe constantly admonish Little Ten, Di Jun's face was bitter. This was perhaps the only way he, as a father, could help Little Ten. Li Yunjing's actions had made the Witch Race and the Demon Race feel the power of a Saint, shattering all their illusions.
Perhaps the Heavenly Dao would not tolerate the Witch Race and Demon Race's strength forever.
After the battle, he, the Heavenly Emperor, Xihe, and his second brother Tai Yi would probably all find it difficult to survive.
Three days later, Di Jun brought Lu Ya through the Thirty-Three Heavens, entered the primal chaos, and arrived at "Empress Wa's Palace."
"Heavenly Emperor, rest assured. As long as Lu Ya does not leave 'Empress Wa's Palace,' no tribulation will ever befall him!"
Seeing Di Jun bring Lu Ya, Nuwa naturally knew his intentions. Laozi and Primordial Heavenly Venerate had blocked her entrance before, leaving her, the Saint of the Demon Race, helpless. As a Heavenly Dao Saint, she naturally knew that the fall of the Witch and Demon Races was already a foregone conclusion.
Since Di Jun was preparing to entrust his child to another's care, she, as the Saint of the Demon Race, naturally had to protect the Demon Emperor's only bloodline.
"Many thanks for your mercy, Saint!"
Di Jun took one last deep look at Lu Ya. "Little Ten, listen to Niangniang Nuwa and live well."
In the end, before Lu Ya could say anything, Di Jun's eyes reddened. With a flash of his figure, he left "Empress Wa's Palace." After this parting, they would never meet again.
"Alas! Even Saints find it difficult to stop the surging tide of destiny!"
Watching Di Jun leave, Nuwa sighed and instructed Jinning to take Lu Ya away. The Demon Race could not be saved, but she still had to try to save her elder brother, Fuxi.
With her standing as a Saint, surely the Three Pure Ones would give her some face and preserve Fuxi's life.
With the great tribulation approaching, the atmosphere in the Primordial World grew increasingly tense. After discussing it, the Twelve Ancestral Witches each selected some clansmen from their tribes and sent them into the Nine Nether Underworld, leaving the Witch Race a way out.
Of course, all those sent away were weak clansmen. The main forces remained where they were. The decisive battle with the Demon Race required their full strength—to defend the Witch Race's dignity and completely crush their sworn enemy.
Under these circumstances, Li Yunjing made several trips to "Mount Wuyi." This Blessed Land was certain to emerge during the Witch-Demon War. To protect his old lair from being seized by others, he had openly moved there over the years.
A Human Race tribe had even formed near "Mount Wuyi." Li Yunjing often manifested immortal arts, taught the Human Race the path of cultivation, and protected their safety.
The entire Blessed Land of "Mount Wuyi" hung high above it, with the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation scattering terrifying wisps of aura across a million miles. Even the Demon Race army stationed there received orders from above and withdrew to the Thirty-Three Heavens.
During the final epoch, aside from returning to Golden Ao Island to listen to lectures, Li Yunjing went to "Mount Kunlun" and "Shouyang Mountain" to deliver spirit fruits and spirit tea to the two Sect Masters, visit the two Saints, and reminisce with fellow Daoists from the two Sects, such as Xuandu, Yunzhongzi, and Old Immortal Nanji. Now that the Three Sects were one family, they were surprisingly harmonious.
Li Yunjing still had an excellent reputation in the Exposition Sect and Human Teaching. The Twelve Golden Immortals did not dare repeat the remark about the Interception Sect that Primordial Heavenly Venerate often kept on his lips.
In the blink of an eye, 129,600 years passed. After cultivating for many years, Li Yunjing's cultivation had risen to the peak of the mid-stage Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm. On this day, the entire Primordial World began to shake violently.
Li Yunjing sighed. His entire body's magic power boiled as he first used the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation to stabilize the area within a million miles of "Mount Wuyi," then cast the Water Mirror Technique and once again manifested the scene near Mount Buzhou.
As the place closest to the center of Heaven and Earth, this was naturally the ideal battlefield for the decisive clash between the Witch and Demon Races. Over the years, the many great cultivators who had practiced in "Mount Buzhou" had long since moved away and fled. Aside from a few ignorant nobodies, no expert dared remain in this troubled place.
At daybreak, countless Witch Race armies had already gathered outside the Ancestral Witch Hall, their murderous aura permeating Heaven and Earth.
On the enormous plaza before the main hall stood a hundred-zhang-tall platform. At each of its four corners were twelve enormous furnaces, their blazing flames surging into the sky.
In the center of the platform stood an altar, upon which was placed a giant statue of Pangu.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches sat atop the platform, gazing at the nearly one hundred million Witch Clan warriors below. Their hearts surged with excitement.
The plaza below was packed with Witch-Humans. The vast sea of people spread for hundreds of miles around the Ancestral Witch Hall.
At the front below the platform were the Great Witches. Each possessed tremendous strength, all of them peak existences among Grand Unity Golden Immortals. They could chase stars and moons, hold the sun and moon in their hands, and wield boundless magic power.
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