"Daoist Friend, the time has come."
Within Pangu Hall, Houtu opened her eyes and looked at Cangyuan. With a faint smile, she said, "The closer I come to Attaining the Dao, the more clearly I can see. When our Witch Race and the Demon Race fight to the end, no matter who wins or loses, the other side will not fare well either. It will be a situation where both sides suffer grievously.
"Just like the three races of Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin. They fought for the throne of supreme ruler of the Prehistoric World, yet in the end, all committed monstrous sins and were burdened by boundless karmic cause and effect. Ultimately, all three sides withdrew from the stage of contention for supremacy in the Prehistoric World.
"Next, I will go to the Nether Sea of Blood to Attain the Dao, open up reincarnation, and preserve a sliver of life for my Witch Race. Would this daoist friend be willing to come with me?"
Previously, both races had fought until their blood boiled. Each was exceedingly confident in its own strength and had never even considered the possibility of defeat. By the end, they would only grow more hotheaded.
This was what happened when Karmic Tribulation Energy entered the body and corroded the mind.
Put simply: it lowered one's intelligence.
Now that Cangyuan had laid it bare in a single remark, Houtu, on the verge of Attaining the Dao, saw things with exceptional clarity. Thinking of the fate of the three races that had once fought for supremacy in the Prehistoric World, she could already foresee the final outcome of the Witch and Demon Races.
Whatever became of the Demon Race was a matter for the Demon Race's Saint to handle. Houtu only wanted to protect her own people!