The Witch-Demon War Isn't Over Yet? The Wu Race Is Gone

Amid the praise of all living beings, Empress Houtu arrived above the Blood Sea. A massive vortex gradually formed upon its surface, and at that moment, a pitch-black passage took shape, spreading downward with the Blood Sea at its center.

Seeing this, Empress Houtu shouted, "Let the Underworld be established! Let the Yellow Springs emerge!"

A towering yellow wave burst from the vortex, swiftly forming a vast river that spread across the Primordial Continent. The Blood Sea itself was forcibly shoved aside by this power!

Immediately afterward, an independent world formed beneath the Yellow Springs! This was the Netherworld!

"Let the Netherworld be established! Let Pangu Hall suppress its fortune!"

"Let the Netherworld emerge! Let Ghost Gate Pass be established! Thus shall the worlds of yin and yang be divided!"

A grand and colossal city gate descended, bearing the three words: Ghost Gate Pass!

"The Underworld shall have Great Emperor Fengdu preside over it, with the Ten Palace Yama Kings as his aides!"

The bodies of the eleven Ancestral Witches at the side transformed one after another. Di Jiang now wore a twelve-tasseled imperial crown and a black imperial robe embroidered with golden patterns! The other ten Ancestral Witches likewise changed their appearances!

"Let there be the Eighteen Levels of Hell..."

"Let there be..."

At last, Empress Houtu's physical body gradually dissipated, transforming into the Six Paths of Reincarnation!

"Little sister!"

The Ancestral Witches were horrified as they watched Houtu vanish!

Just as the many Great Experts of the Primordial Continent believed that Houtu had disappeared for good, Empress Houtu stepped out from the Six Paths of Reincarnation at the side.

After transforming herself into reincarnation, Empress Houtu no longer bore even a trace of the blazing, murderous aura of an Ancestral Witch. She possessed only the tranquil gentleness of ancient, fertile earth. Her brows held compassion enough to ferry all living beings across suffering; when her robes fluttered, it seemed as if the dark waters of the Yellow Springs flowed softly by, while the destiny patterns upon the Three Lives Stone quietly surfaced. Though she stood in the deepest reaches of the Netherworld, she radiated a vast vitality capable of nourishing all things.

After glancing over the Primordial Continent, Empress Houtu waved her delicate hand, and Ghost Gate Pass swung open. Teams of Wu Race members swiftly entered the Underworld. Finally, after the Ten Palace Yama Kings and Great Emperor Fengdu entered as well, Ghost Gate Pass slowly vanished into the Yellow Springs.

Then, a massive immortal mountain appeared in Houtu's hand. With a light wave, she set the mountain at the entrance to the Netherworld. The phantom image of Ghost Gate Pass appeared at its foot, while the Yellow Springs flowed past beside it!

"This is Mount Tai, forever suppressing yin and yang!"

As Empress Houtu spoke her final word, the golden light blanketing the sky poured down upon her like a waterfall, bestowing Merit. Half flowed into Houtu's body, while the other half streamed toward Mount Tai and the Netherworld!

At that moment, Empress Houtu's Cultivation Level directly broke through to the Sage Realm and soared all the way to the ninth layer of the Primordial Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal! She could be called the foremost among all the sages of the Primordial Continent!

Of course, perhaps Pangu had given her special treatment. After all, even with the cultivation of a Quasi-Sage at its utmost limit combined with Merit, it should have been impossible for her to reach the ninth layer!

The many sages watched this rate of advancement with eyes red from envy.

As the Merit was about to run out, the Great Dao's heavenly voice sounded once more: "Before a Tribulation of Calamity arises, an Earthly Dao Sage may not reveal themselves in the Primordial Continent without cause!"

Just as the Two Sages of the West were about to rejoice, the Heavenly Dao's voice hurriedly followed: "Before a Tribulation of Calamity arises, those of the Sage Realm may not appear in the Primordial Continent!" Well then! Their joy had been for nothing!

The Wu Race was gone! They had completely vanished from the Primordial Continent! None were happier than the Demon Race. As the Wu Race's longtime rivals, no one could have been more delighted! Especially upon hearing the Heavenly Dao declare that those in the Sage Realm could not appear in the Primordial Continent—they were even more overjoyed. From now on, the Primordial Continent would be the territory of the Demon Race! Naturally, sage sanctuaries did not count!

But Jiang He, among the Human Race, was not nearly so happy! With the Wu Race gone, it was not merely a matter of losing a major customer. More importantly, there was no one left to hold back the Demon Race! If he had known, he would not have said so much! Why had he goaded the Wu Race on? Hadn't they said that minor trends in the Primordial Continent could be changed, but the greater course could not be reversed? What the hell had this damned Primordial Continent been changed into now?!

What he did not know was that the greater course of the Primordial Continent only meant that these Tribulations of Calamity had to occur. It never said who had to be involved!

At that moment, a token suddenly fell into Jiang He's hand. Upon it were inscribed the words: Mount Tai Prefecture Lord Token!

A voice entered Jiang He's mind: "This is the Mount Tai Prefecture Lord Token of my Underworld. It governs all affairs of the Netherworld in the world of the living. You may choose one person from the Human Race to assume the position, as a token of friendship between our two races."

"Many thanks, Empress Houtu!"

Jiang He clasped the token and bowed toward the void!

A thousand years had already passed since the Underworld's establishment and the Wu Race's disappearance from the Primordial Continent. The Human Race had long since set foot upon the Primordial Continent!

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Over these thousand years, with the Wu Race absent from the lands of the Primordial Continent, conflicts had erupted without end. First, the Demon Race, unwilling to remain idle, sent out its armies to launch a massive assault upon the Primordial Continent, seeking to unify the entire Primordial Continent. The other races had previously been forced to yield to the Demon Race due to the threat of the Wu Race, but now that the Wu Race had vanished, they defected from the Demon Race one after another. The greatest impact came when Demon Master Kunpeng led the North Sea Clan out of the Demon Race!

Meanwhile, Old Ancestor Minghe, wishing to expand the fortune of the Asura Religion, also dispatched members of the Asura Race into the Primordial Continent!

For a time, conflict ravaged the Primordial Continent without cease, and chaos sprang up everywhere!

An unnamed mountain range.

A ray of spiritual light shot through heaven and earth, visible to every living being within a million li!

A gigantic Immortal Apricot Tree shone with dazzling light, its fruits gleaming with flowing colors. This was astonishingly a Mid-grade Innate Spiritual Root, an Immortal Apricot Tree! It should have only appeared in the world for the first time now. These immortal apricots ripened once every thousand years and were exceptionally rare spiritual materials!

Countless living beings from the surrounding area gathered around. Before long, the area beneath the Immortal Apricot Tree was packed with beings of every race, all watching one another warily as they waited for the apricots to ripen!

"Boom!" A figure wreathed in flames suddenly appeared above the Immortal Apricot Tree. His domineering gaze swept over the living beings below. "I am Yan Ye, young clan leader of the Fire Spirit Race! How can such a spiritual treasure be something ants like you can lay claim to? Why have you not scrambled away yet?!"

As soon as his words fell, the pressure of a Primordial Unity Golden Immortal descended upon the creatures below!

These beings who had arrived first were merely small demons from nearby who had only recently taken human form. Most were only Earth Immortals or in the Heavenly Immortal Realm, utterly unable to withstand this pressure. They scattered and fled in all directions!

Just as Yan Ye looked disdainfully at the fleeing small demons, smug with satisfaction, a voice suddenly interrupted him. "Fire Spirit Race? What kind of crap is that? Never heard of it! This thing rightfully belongs to my Asura Race!"

A blood-red radiance manifested in the sky. A hideous figure with three heads and six arms, covered in a baleful blood aura, stood upon a crimson sixth-grade lotus platform. "I am Ye Sha of the Asura Race!" His Primordial Unity Golden Immortal cultivation was displayed without reservation!

"Oh my! And who might this be? So it is the Asura Race, born less than ten thousand years ago. Truly tall and mighty indeed. Might this humble servant join in the excitement?"

An incomparably seductive voice drifted over from afar. A scantily clad woman with a pair of beast ears and four fox tails flew in from the distance. Her eyes were so alluring they could steal one's soul; every frown and smile hooked at the heart. "This humble servant is Tu Shan Ping'er of the Qingqiu Fox Race. Greetings to you both!"

"Hmph! You slutty fox, put away those petty tricks of yours. Your little charm arts are not even one ten-thousandth as good as the women of my race! And you dare flaunt yourself so shamelessly!"

The men of the Asura Race, famed for slaughter and blunt straightforwardness just like the Wu Race, were as hard as ever!

"Hmph! You dead barbarian, you don't know what's good for you!" Tu Shan Ping'er snapped angrily, turning away!

Yan Ye frowned at the sudden appearance of the two, displeasure rising in his heart. If their Cultivation Levels had not been on par with his, he would have flown into a rage long ago!

At that moment, the Immortal Apricot Tree below suddenly drew in its radiance. Its greenish fruits abruptly turned golden, streams of light flowing across their surfaces. A full eighty-one fruits hung from its branches!

"They're ripe!"

The expressions of all three changed. Just as they were about to make their move and seize them, an enormous spiritual net suddenly descended over the Immortal Apricot Tree. The three were instantly furious. Damn it! Fine, steal the fruit if you want—there were so many of them anyway—but who the hell was this? Were they trying to sweep the whole pot clean?

The three of them looked toward the giant net at once, only to see a Human Race cultivator seated atop a flying sword before them!

"Human Race!"

Yan Ye, the young Clan Leader of the Fire Spirit Race, recognized the newcomer at a glance. Not for any other reason, but simply because he had been robbed by the Human Race before!

Back when he had first set out to gain experience, his Cultivation Level had been no more than Golden Immortal. During one treasure hunt, he had encountered a Human Race cultivator who had likewise just begun adventuring. His sole impression of the Human Race was that they were shameless—barely any better than that one from the West!

The appearance of one Human Race cultivator often meant that many more were lurking nearby!

Human Race cultivators tended to appear in groups. Once you encountered a lone Human Race cultivator, it was best to run as far away as possible. There were generally only two possibilities for such a person.

First, they were rich—ridiculously rich, with endless spiritual talismans and magical treasures! No one could endure that constant barrage, and the key was that you could not even break through their defenses!

Second, they were true experts! Such people were usually elite disciples of that so-called Martial Arts Academy of the Human Race, the sort who could fight above their level.

Unfortunately, Yan Ye had encountered all three kinds of Human Race cultivators. He had been besieged by them, bombarded with spiritual talismans by them, and even been forced by the last kind to pay for his life!

At this moment, Yan Ye no longer wore the lofty air of one who looked down upon the world that he had when he first arrived. He quietly took a step back, yielding some space and preparing to flee at any moment!

The other two might never have encountered the Human Race in the Primordial World before. Seeing that this Human Race cultivator actually intended to sweep away all the immortal apricots—and, judging by the look of it, even take the tree with him—they immediately flew into a rage!

"Bastard!"

"Leave it behind!"