Although the Human Race army still harbored some misgivings toward these Human-Witches, the Co-Lord had spoken, so they began trying to communicate with them.
Seeing the situation gradually improve, Xuanyuan smiled happily. He had not forgotten Co-Lord Shennong's teachings: a lord of slaughter should not merely know how to kill, but should also possess a compassionate heart.
With Chi You dead, the Turbid Qi Formation he had left behind gradually dissipated, and the Twelve Golden Immortals broke free from it as well.
Yet their expressions were far from pleasant. Resisting the erosion of the earth's Turbid Qi and baleful aura with all their strength had depleted all their essence, energy, and spirit. Once free, every one of them collapsed before Xuanyuan.
Moreover, they failed to notice a strand of Black Qi descend from somewhere unseen onto Auspicious Qi before vanishing without a trace.
"Master!"
Xuanyuan hurried forward to support these senior figures.
Beyond Xuanyuan's sight, a frail figure gradually drifted away. Wherever she passed, the earth cracked and all life faded away.
Xuanyuan returned victorious, and the entire Human Race sank into jubilant celebration. Within the city, some humans voluntarily cooked meat in great cauldrons along the streets, using it to reward the army that had gone to war.
No one knew which elder had told them, but this had apparently been the Human Race's tradition since its birth—a way of expressing celebration.
After the festivities, Xuanyuan plunged back into work. It would not be possible for the Human-Witches to fully integrate into the Human Race overnight.
Cangjie volunteered to teach the Human-Witches the Human Race's writing. Only then could they integrate into the Human Race more quickly.
Xuanyuan excitedly thanked Cangjie. With the Literary Ancestor willing to help him, how could he not be overjoyed?
Yet on this day,