Raising humans, refining the Witch-Slaying Sword?

The ten Quasi-Saint level Demon Sages, leading a hundred Great Luo Demon Gods, a thousand Taiyi Demon Kings, and a hundred billion Heavenly Soldiers and Generals, descended to the Lower Realm with a menacing aura.

Just as they intended to slaughter the human race on a massive scale to harvest the resentment-filled souls and spirits, the Demon Sages, led by Bai Ze, were stunned to discover that there was not a single human left in the region from Mount Buzhou to Shouyang Mountain.

The former Ancestral Land of Humanity was completely deserted.

A vast number of buildings were covered in weeds and dust.

It was a scene of total abandonment.

Let alone humans.

The Quasi-Saint level Primordial Spirit power of the ten Demon Sages spread out, yet they could not sense the aura of a single human.

Bai Ze frowned: "This isn't right? The human race has always inhabited the area from Mount Buzhou to Shouyang Mountain; how is it that not a single human can be seen now?"

"Could it be that they anticipated the crisis and relocated the entire race?"

Bai Ze and the others searched the surrounding territory for trillions of miles, but eventually returned to the Heavenly Court in frustration to report the situation.

Dijun and the Eastern Emperor were also stunned upon learning the situation.

Something was wrong.

Something was incredibly, deeply wrong.

Regarding the extermination of the Witch Race, Dijun issued an order: "Search! Even if you have to turn the Primordial World upside down, you must find that group of humans for me!"

"Yes!"

Bai Ze and the other ten Demon Sages set out once again.

This search lasted for ten thousand years.

But... there was still no trace of the human race.

Oh right, there was one other person searching for the humans, and that was Xuandu, the only human to have been admitted to the 985 Shouyang Mountain Human Teach University.

Xuandu was so worried he was about to pull his hair out.

It was one thing for his home to be gone just like that.

Xuandu was even considering whether he should ask his teacher for help.

Heavenly Court, Sun God Palace.

Bai Ze reported the situation of the past ten thousand years in full: "Reporting to Your Majesty, over the past ten thousand years, my subordinates and I have searched everywhere we could set foot, from the Void of the North Sea in the north to the Nether Sea of Blood in the south. We simply cannot find a single human. The human race... is as if they never existed at all."

"In the current Primordial World, apart from those Witch-Human Race born from unions with the Witch Race, not a single human can be seen."

As his voice fell, the Sun God Palace became deathly silent; everyone held their breath.

Dijun was furious, True Sun Fire flickering atop his head.

What kind of situation was this?

They had finally found the key to defeating the Witch Race, only to be told now that the raw materials for that key were gone?!

How could Dijun not be enraged?

The Demon Sage Gui Che stepped out, knelt on one knee, and requested: "Your Majesty, I am willing to capture those of the Witch-Human Race for you, to refine the Witch-Slaying Sword for Your Majesty."

"No." The Demon Sage Bai Ze hurriedly spoke up to dissuade him: "The Witch-Human Race is not like the human race. Although they possess human bloodlines, they have already been accepted by the Witch Race as their own. If we capture and slaughter the Witch-Human Race on a large scale, it will surely enrage the Witch Race. At that time, the Witch Race might disregard the Dao Ancestor's decree not to wage war for one hundred Yuanhui and go to war with our Heavenly Court."

"Without the Witch-Slaying Sword, our Heavenly Court does not have the advantage against the Witch Race."

"Then what do you suggest, Strategist?" With his idea rejected, Gui Che questioned Bai Ze unhappily: "We can't just slaughter the clans of our own Heavenly Court troops to refine this Witch-Slaying Sword, can we?"

The gathered officials felt a chill.

Bai Ze remained silent.

He naturally had a solution, but it was too damaging to the harmony of heaven and was inconsistent with the Heavenly Court's status as the orthodox power of the Primordial World, the maintainer of the Heavenly Dao, the architect of order for all races, and the ruler of all beings.

At this moment, the Demon Master Kunpeng spoke up; he was a Daoist exuding an insidious aura: "Your Majesty, I do have a way to continue refining the Witch-Slaying Sword."

As soon as these words were spoken, they immediately attracted Dijun's attention: "My subject, what is your plan? Speak quickly."

Kunpeng revealed a cruel, sinister grin, looked toward the ten Demon Sages and the three hundred and sixty Great Luo Demon Gods, and said insidiously: "As everyone knows, the human race is the easiest race in the Primordial World to breed offspring."

"Previously, humans were delicious, and I believe many Demon Gods and Demon Sages have a taste for them. Surely you have imprisoned quite a few humans in your own dojos and worlds, haven't you?"

"We can gather these humans together and have them breed offspring continuously until their numbers are sufficient to refine the Witch-Slaying Sword!"

Kunpeng's words were nothing short of ruthless!

He was suggesting that they treat the human race like livestock to be farmed.

Once the quantity was sufficient, they would be slaughtered in their entirety to refine the Witch-Slaying Sword!

Kunpeng's words made the eyes of Dijun and the others light up.

That's right.

The difficulty of human reproduction is low; they can often produce one offspring a year. They could completely cultivate the human race themselves.

Previously, without guidance, the human race had reached a population of a quadrillion in a short time. Now, with the guidance of his Heavenly Court, cultivating enough humans to refine the Witch-Slaying Sword in a short period would be a simple matter!

"Good!"

Dijun laughed heartily: "Within one Yuanhui, we will surely be able to cultivate a sufficient quantity to forge the Witch-Slaying Sword!"

"This matter... I leave it to you, Demon Saint Gui Che. You shall personally oversee it. Gather all the humans currently in the hands of our Heavenly Court. You must cultivate a sufficient quantity for me within one Yuanhui to forge the Witch-Slaying Sword!"

Dijun's golden pupils were icy and cold, his domineering aura leaking out as he declared: "In the next great war, I will make those Witch Race savages turn into the dust of history in the Primordial World, silenced forever!"

Demon Saint Gui Che was overjoyed: "Your subject accepts the decree and will certainly not fail Your Majesty's expectations!"

"Hmm."

Demon Saint Bai Ze watched this scene and sighed: "Sigh."

As one of the three chief strategists of the Heavenly Court, how could Bai Ze not have thought of such a method?

But as the saying goes.

Doing this would harm the harmony of heaven.

It is too damaging to the status of the orthodox Heavenly Dao.

No matter how weak the human race is, they are still one of the Myriad Races of the Primordial World. If one is not careful and triggers a stress response from the myriad races, they fear being backlashed by all of them.

"What should be done..."

At the same time.

Wa Huang Heaven.

The Heavenly Court originally had Thirty-Three Heavens.

In the Thirty-Third Heaven, there only existed five realms.

They were: Wa Huang Heaven, Tai Qing Heaven, Yu Qing Heaven, Shang Qing Heaven, and Mount Meru Heaven.

Beyond these five realms lay the Beyond the Heavens, the Archaic Star Sea, and then the borders of the Primordial World.

Further out was the Boundless Chaos.

Even though the Primordial World was vast and boundless, in the face of the chaos, it was merely a lone boat on the vast sea.

Returning to the main topic.

Wa Huang Heaven.

Saint Nuwa, who was contemplating the Great Dao, suddenly opened her eyes.

She felt a sudden impulse, a sense in the unseen that something related to her was about to happen.

And it was something bad.

However, as the Calamity had evolved to this point, the Heavenly Secrets had long since become chaotic and hazy. This sense seemed to be blocked by something, and even though Nuwa was a Saint, she could not deduce the specific event.

"Elder Brother."

Nuwa called out softly, and a composed, slightly disheveled middle-aged Daoist appeared before her.

This was the second of the three chief strategists of the Heavenly Court, Emperor Xi Fuxi.

"Little Sister, why have you summoned me?"

Fuxi asked.

During the last War of the Witches and Demons, Fuxi had suffered significant injuries. After Dao Ancestor Hongjun ordered a ceasefire, Fuxi was taken away by Nuwa and brought back to Wa Huang Heaven to heal.

To this day, Fuxi's injuries had fully recovered, and he could fight another round against the Ancestral Witches in the next War of the Witches and Demons.

Nuwa spoke directly, telling him about the bad feeling she had in the unseen.

Fuxi frowned upon hearing this.

"It concerns you, Little Sister... it is either the Demon Race or the human race. After all, you carry the fortune of both races. If either race suffers damage, it is a bad thing for you, Little Sister."

Fuxi prided himself on being the number one in deduction, but that was excluding the Saints.

Even Nuwa, a Saint, could not calculate the specific result, let alone him.

Fuxi did not attempt a deduction, but instead speculated based on the situation: "The Demon Race... the human race... the Demon Race Heavenly Court is powerful, with strong soldiers and sturdy horses. Apart from the Witch Race, no race can threaten its foundation. If that is the case, it is highly likely that the problem lies with the human race!"