Chang'e Flees to the Moon, the Witch-Demon Era Ends, and the Age of Saintly Traditions Begins?

The First Disciple of Intercepting Sect was "stirring things up" again.

The faces of many mighty figures showed a complexity they could not put into words.

If he had "stood against" the Witch-Demon Two Clans single-handedly, they could still have said he was borrowing a Saint's power to suppress them.

But now, the First Disciple of Intercepting Sect had subdued the Mysterious Tortoise.

That was a fact right before their eyes.

How could they explain it?

Surely he hadn't borrowed a Saint's power for this too?

A Saint wouldn't spend every day with nothing better to do than lend power to a disciple so he could strut around the Primordial Wilderness, would he?

Sect Master Tongtian was free-spirited and proud to his bones.

He wasn't one of the Two Sages of the West.

How could he keep lending his disciple power to do this and that?

Even the Two Sages of the West hadn't lent power to their disciples so they could run around the Primordial Wilderness meddling in everything.

Hiss...

Could the First Disciple of Intercepting Sect really have cultivated to this level?

What Qingyuan did not know was this:

The sight of him riding the Mysterious Tortoise back to the East Sea

had deeply shaken countless mighty figures throughout the Primordial Wilderness, especially the rulers of the Witch-Demon Two Clans. Their hearts grew ever more frenzied as they plotted in secret,

each thinking of destroying the other

to become the true Primordial Overlord and seize that sliver of opportunity to become a Saint!

Had Qingyuan known, he probably would not have cared.

They were nothing but dry bones in their graves!

The Primordial Wilderness.

A Witch Tribe was unusually lively.

Voices rang out everywhere.

Lanterns and decorations filled the place!

Many members of the Witch Clan and Witch-Humans