The Witch and Demon Races Each Leave a Way Out

With the Jie Sect having so many disciples, Li Yunjing could likely only protect those closest to him by leveraging his standing within the Three Sects. Even if Taishang Laojun and Primordial Heavenly Venerate showed him favor, Jieyin and Zhunti, the two Saints of the West, would not allow him to preserve the Jie Sect's vitality.

Precisely because of this, Li Yunjing rarely befriended fellow disciples without prospects, and even less did he cultivate them. These individuals would either end up on the Investiture of the Gods or join the Western teachings, becoming outsiders.

Investing in them would be a complete waste of time and resources.

Having interacted extensively with Saints, having followed closely in the vicinity of the Three Pure Ones, and having observed Nuwa, Zhunti, and Jieyin, Li Yunjing was not ignorant of a Saint's power. Naturally, he wouldn't attempt to stop a chariot with a praying mantis, nor would he overestimate his own capabilities.

With the Calamity approaching, he instructed those around him not to leave the island and then Li Yunjing once again entered seclusion to meditate on the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation.

Returning to the Heavenly Court, Di Jun and Xihe were still distraught and heartbroken.

Fortunately, they still had their child Lu Ya. Otherwise, the Golden Crow clan would truly have been annihilated by the Witch Clan. As the most supreme Innate Demon Gods, it was not an easy matter for Di Jun to have a child.

Over the years, the two had not stopped trying, but the Merit from establishing the Heavenly Marriage was not inexhaustible, and the Heavenly Dao would not favor the Golden Crow clan, naturally not allowing the Golden Crow clan to grow stronger.

"Alas! Xihe, this time I plan to send Little Ten to Empress Wa's Palace. The Witch-Demon War is imminent, and our own fates will be beyond our control in the future. If we encounter the schemes of Saints again, Little Ten's life will be in danger!"

After a long while, Di Jun looked at Lu Ya, who was still visibly frightened, and then turned to Xihe, speaking these words.

"That's good! With the protection of Empress Wa, no matter how the Witch-Demon War ends, Little Ten will be fine." Xihe, who was still immersed in pain, heard Di Jun's words, her eyes lit up, and she immediately agreed.

"Little Ten, when you go to Empress Wa's Palace, you must listen to Empress Wa. Absolutely do not be willful or defy a Saint, lest you displease her."

Sensing the bleakness of their future, Xihe held Lu Ya tightly in her arms, admonishing him meticulously. Perhaps this parting today would be...

"Yes, Father Emperor, Mother Empress, I will definitely listen to Empress Wa."

Having experienced a painful lesson, Lu Ya had matured considerably. Naturally, he understood that the path his parents had arranged for him was a safe retreat. However, would he be able to see his parents again in the future?

Watching Xihe continuously dote on Little Ten, Di Jun wore a bitter expression. This was perhaps the only thing he, as a father, could do for Little Ten. Li Yunjing's actions had made the Witch Clan and Demon Race feel the power of Saints, shattering all illusions.

Perhaps the Heavenly Dao would not tolerate the power of the Witch Clan and Demon Race forever.

After this battle, he, as the Heavenly Emperor, Xihe, and his second brother Tai Yi would likely not survive.

Three days later, Di Jun, bringing Lu Ya, passed through the Thirty-Three Heavens and entered the chaos, arriving at Empress Wa's Palace.

"Heavenly Emperor, rest assured about this matter. As long as Lu Ya does not leave Empress Wa's Palace, calamity will never befall him!"

Seeing Di Jun bring Lu Ya, Nuwa naturally understood his intention. Previously, Laozi and Primordial had blocked her path, leaving her, a Saint of the Demon Race, helpless. As a Saint of the Heavenly Dao, she naturally knew that the downfall of the Witches and Demons was a foregone conclusion.

Since Di Jun was preparing to entrust his child to her care, she, as a Saint of the Demon Race, naturally had to protect the sole bloodline of the Demon Emperor.

"Thank you, Saint, for your compassion!"

Di Jun took one last deep look at Lu Ya. "Little Ten, listen well to Empress Wa and live well."

Finally, before Lu Ya could say anything, Di Jun's eyes reddened, his form flickered, and he left Empress Wa's Palace. This parting meant they would never meet again.

"Alas! Even Saints cannot resist the overwhelming tide of events!"

Watching Di Jun leave, Nuwa sighed and instructed Jinning to take Lu Ya down. The Demon Race could not be saved, but her elder brother Fuxi still needed to be rescued.

With her Saintly status, she believed the Three Pure Ones would at least show some respect and spare Fuxi's life.

With the great Calamity approaching, the atmosphere in the Primordial Desolation grew increasingly tense. The Twelve Ancestral Witches deliberated and each selected some clansmen from their respective tribes to send into the Nine Nether Underworld, serving as a fallback for the Witch Clan.

Of course, those sent away were the weaker clansmen; the main forces remained, and the decisive battle with the Demon Race had to be fought with full effort to defend the honor of the Witch Clan and completely defeat their sworn enemies.

Under these circumstances, Li Yunjing traveled back and forth to Mount Wuyi several times. This cave dwelling would inevitably be exposed during the Witch-Demon War. To protect his own lair from being seized by others, he had openly moved in over the years.

Furthermore, near Mount Wuyi, a human tribe had formed. Li Yunjing frequently manifested his immortal techniques, teaching the human race the path of cultivation and protecting their safety.

The entire Blessed Land of Mount Wuyi was suspended with the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation, its terrifying aura spreading for millions of miles. Even the demon army stationed there, having received orders from above, had retreated to the Thirty-Three Heavens.

In the last Kalpa, apart from returning to Golden Ao Island to listen to the Dao, Li Yunjing visited Mount Kunlun and Shouyang Mountain to offer spiritual fruits and tea to the two sect leaders, visiting the two Saints and catching up with fellow disciples like Xuandu, Yunzhongzi, and Old Immortal Nanji. The Three Sects were now like one family, and things were quite harmonious.

Li Yunjing had an excellent reputation within the Chan Sect and the Human Teachings. Even the Twelve Golden Immortals dared not utter the comment about the Jie Sect that Primordial Heavenly Venerate often voiced.

Twelve thousand nine hundred and sixty years flashed by. After years of cultivation, Li Yunjing's magical power had reached the peak of the mid-stage Grand Unity Golden Immortal. On this day, the entire Primordial Desolation trembled violently.

Li Yunjing sighed, his magical power surging. First, he used the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation to stabilize the area around Mount Wuyi for a million miles, then he employed the Water Mirror Technique, once again revealing the scene near Mount Buzhou.

As the closest location between heaven and earth, it was naturally the best place for the decisive battle between the Witch and Demon races. Over the years, the great divine abilities users who cultivated within Mount Buzhou had long since moved away, fleeing for their lives. Apart from some ignorant individuals, no experts dared to remain in this place of conflict.

As dawn broke, outside the Ancestral Witch Hall, countless Witch Clan armies had already gathered, a chilling aura permeating heaven and earth.

On the vast square in front of the main hall, a hundred-zhang-high platform stood tall. At its four corners were placed twelve enormous furnaces, spewing forth blazing flames.

In the center of the platform was an altar, upon which rested a colossal statue of Pangu.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches sat on the high platform, gazing at the nearly one hundred million Witch Clan warriors below in the square, their hearts filled with emotion.

The square below was filled with human figures, a sea of people stretching for hundreds of miles around the Ancestral Witch Hall.

Below the platform, at the front, were the Great Witches, each possessing immense power, all of them top-tier existences among Grand Unity Golden Immortals, capable of chasing stars and moons, wielding the sun and moon, with boundless magical power.