Houtu Was No Longer a Witch; The Decisive Battle

The situation in the Primordial Wilderness world was turbulent and unpredictable. The entire world had fallen into a kind of calm, but beneath this calm, an even greater war was brewing.

Everyone in the Primordial Wilderness understood that the war between the Purple Mansion and the Witch Clan was about to begin. This war, which would determine the future of the Primordial Wilderness and who would rule it, was about to commence.

During this period, all the Great Powers in the Primordial Wilderness closed their mountain gates, unwilling to participate in this war. Even the Three Pure Ones closed Kunlun Mountain, focusing on breaking through to the Quasi-Saint and Hun Yuan, compiling their own scriptures and doctrines, and devoting themselves wholeheartedly to their own path.

Jieyin and Zhunti further sealed off the entire Western Region, and the continent was covered by a kind of golden light. Sanskrit chants resounded throughout the continent, and within the Sanskrit chants was their Dao.

After escaping from the Starry Sky, Chang Xi didn't know where to go for a while and could only travel around the Primordial World Continent.

Even the immense power of the calamity between heaven and earth has fallen into some indescribable state, seemingly at its peak, yet also seemingly slowly fading away.

In fact, the power of the Great Calamity is indeed waning. This began after Taiyi's fall and Shen Ni's death. However, the power of the Great Calamity was so concentrated before that it was not obvious.

Chang Xi went to the East, South, and North. Although there were various conflicts in the East and South under the jurisdiction of the Purple Mansion, they were at least within a controllable range. In addition, Purple Mansion's army had been frequently mobilized recently.

Some individuals and groups with ulterior motives tried to restrain themselves, unwilling to cause any trouble at this time that might provoke a punitive attack from the Purple Mansion.

However, the Northern Continent, which was uncontrolled, was filled with fighting and conflict, because all the demons had fled Northern Continent and clashed with the native tribes.

But it makes sense, considering the immense power of the demon race, with hundreds of millions of beings, how many people did they take away after surrendering to the Purple Mansion and Bai Ze?

Therefore, these demons could only flee in all directions, occupying mountains as kings. Most of them were at the level of Spirit Immortal or True Immortal, with the rest being Golden Immortal or Grand Unity.

Most of the Great Luo Demon God were taken away by Bai Ze, while a small number surrendered to the Purple Mansion.

Some demons even fled to the Western Region to escape the Witch Clan and the Purple Mansion, and sought Jieyin and Zhunti and Zhunti.

Another group was actually subdued by Nuwa. Actually, it can't be called subjugation, because most of these demons were Nuwa's subordinates before, and now they have simply returned.

However, no matter what, the demon race has been scattered and no longer has the cohesion it once had. They fight their own battles and claim to be kings or saints.

In fact, this is something that all the Great Powers in the Primordial Wilderness would like to see, since the concept of "demon" is too broad; any living being with a spirit can become a demon.

Therefore, as long as there is someone like Di Jun and Taiyi, the demon race can instantly return to its previous state, which is something no one wants to see.

In reality, such a thing is no longer possible, or rather, such a person is no longer likely to appear.

The most likely candidates now are Fuxi, Kunpeng, Nuwa.

Nuwa has already Attain Sainthood, so it's impossible for her to unify the demon race and become the Demon Emperor. As for Fuxi, he has already submitted to the Purple Mansion, so it's impossible for him to do such a thing, although he is the most likely candidate.

The final Kunpeng is nothing to worry about!

Ever since the battle at Longevity Mountain, he had been terrified of Donghua and would never dare to do such a thing.

This is actually why Donghua spared the remaining forces of the demon race.

Since we can't wipe out the demon race completely, we might as well not kill them, but divide and rule them, using the demon race to govern the demon race.

Moreover, as the Heavenly Emperor, he must have the ambition to encompass the Four Seas and conquer the eight wastelands. As the greatest force in the world, how could he let the demon race go?

Chang Xi eventually went to Mount Tai, where her home was, but she never saw Houyi again.

But it makes sense, considering that the Witch Clan and the Purple Mansion are about to go to war. As a Great Witch, how could he possibly still be here?

The two were ultimately not meant to be!

"Chang'e, you're back!"

Just after Chang Xi arrived home, someone came to her door; it was her former neighbor.

The man continued, "It's a pity about Houyi. After you disappeared, he searched for you desperately. I heard he was injured by those demon bastards and is still unconscious."

Chang Xi asked in shock, "What did you say? You said Yi was injured? Or was he injured by the demon race?"

The man said doubtfully, "Don't you know? After you left that day, Houyi went to look for you. I heard he was injured by the demon Taiyi and is still unconscious."

Upon hearing this, Chang Xi could no longer remain still. She immediately set off for Mount Tai, entered the Netherworld from Mount Buqi, and met Houyi there.

Houyi's body was still majestic, but his primordial spirit had dissipated and his Great Dao had collapsed, leaving only his powerful True Body Power. He was still unconscious and was sealed in the Netherworld by Houtu using the power of reincarnation.

Waiting for the final moment of resurrection!

Chang Xi trembled as she stroked Houyi's face, a pang of heartache welling up inside her.

"Yi, how could you be so foolish? I am Chang'e, also known as Chang Xi. You killed eight Golden Crow for me, and even then, we were destined not to be together. Why wouldn't you listen to me!"

At this moment, Chang Xi was filled with regret. If she had known things would turn out this way, she would not have returned to the Heavenly Court.

But since things had already come to this, there was nothing she could do. She had examined Houyi's injuries and knew that they were beyond human healing.

Chang Xi remained in the Netherworld, a world inhabited entirely by the Witch Clan, to stay by Houyi's side.

The Witch Clan also treated Chang Xi as if she didn't exist, automatically ignoring her existence.

On Buzhou Mountain, everything had come to an end, as if nothing had changed, yet it also seemed as if a tremendous change had occurred.

Dijiang glanced at the exhausted Houtu, a cold glint in his eyes, and then said in a deep voice, "Little sister, this matter is over. Go back to Mount Tai. Don't get involved in what happens next."

Houtu frowned and said angrily, "Elder brother, this is a time of life and death for the Witch Clan. How could I abandon you? Even if we die, we will go together. If we really fail, then we will go to Father God's side to repent together!"

"No need!" Dijiang directly rejected Houtu's suggestion, and then summoned the Seal of the Witch Clan's Destiny.

As Dijiang urged it on, the Luck Power destiny permeated the seal, eventually manifesting a Pangu Phantom.

"In the name of the Great Emperor of the Witch Court, I strip Houtu of her status Ancestral Witch Houtu, expel the Witch Clan, and from this Houtu, Houtu shall no longer be a Witch. May Father God Pangu bear witness, and may Heavenly Dao bear witness!"

Dijiang's emotionless voice echoed across Buzhou Mountain.

As the words fell, the Luck Power on the seal rushed towards Houtu, like a black hole, stripping away the Luck Power from Houtu's body.

Houtu looked at Dijiang in disbelief. Although she knew that this was to protect her, she did not expect Dijiang to be so ruthless as to strip her of her status as a witch.

However, Dijiang did not stop. At a certain moment, as the phantom of Pangu Phantom rose into the sky, all the fortune belonging to the Witch Court on Houtu's body was stripped away.

Houtu's form was no longer that of the Ancestor Witch; she reverted to her previous demon god form, the Demon God Houtu.

"You may leave. From this day forward, the Witch Court has nothing to do with you. Houtu is Houtu, and the Witch Clan is the Witch Clan!"

Dijiang glanced resolutely at Houtu. He had no choice but to do this; he had to leave behind a true master for the Witch Clan, otherwise, if they lost, their tribe would truly be wiped out.

Houtu didn't say anything more. Her gaze lingered on her brothers around her, and after one last reluctant look at Buzhou Mountain, she left.

Watching Houtu disappear into the distance, Zhu Jiuyin sighed and said to Dijiang, "Elder brother, was it really necessary to do this?"

Dijiang stood with his hands behind his back, looking eastward, and slowly said, "My little sister must not get involved in this matter. She is our hope. Let us do this kind of thing that destroys heaven and earth."

Everyone fell silent. Gong Gong looked at Buzhou Mountain, which looked the same as before, but in reality, its interior had been hollowed out, and the true Great Dao Power had been extracted.

Buzhou Mountain is no longer the pillar of heaven; it is now just an ordinary mountain range.

Zhu Rong bent down, stroked Buzhou Mountain with his hand, and said in a deep voice, "Do we still deserve to be called witches? What kind of witches are we? I feel like I'm a demon myself!"

Dijiang glanced at his brothers and said calmly, "As long as we win this battle, we will put the Pangu Hall back on Buzhou Mountain to continue suppressing the Primordial Land. There will be no problem with that."

"If we lose,..."

At this point, Dijiang said no more, and the scene fell silent. However, everyone understood the consequences of losing. For the Witch Clan, it would be an immense karmic burden, enough to ensure that the Witch Clan would never be able to recover, just like the Dragon, Phoenix, and Kirin Three Clans of yesteryear.

Descendants are all repaying the karmic debts of heaven and earth; even newborns are burdened with the Heaven and Earth Karma.

And the Witch Clan will do the same!

"We will not fail!"

Dijiang left behind these words and flew back to the Heaven Realm.

The remaining Ancestor Witch exchanged glances and then left Buzhou Mountain.

Since the last meeting, all forces in the Purple Mansion have been mobilized, with troops being deployed everywhere. Even the Myriad Treasures Pavilion, led by Randeng, has taken action.

Everyone knew the importance of this battle, so no one dared to be careless.

In just a century, the Purple Mansion amassed an army of tens of millions, Mount Buzhou Palace from all directions.

The first to set off was actually an army led by the Southern Candle Dragon, who set foot in the central lands for the first time from the south.

Subsequently, the other armies also entered the central region of the Primordial Wilderness.

Meanwhile, the immense power of the calamity between heaven and earth began to converge, gathering from the other continents towards the central Mount Buzhou Mountain, finally hanging high above Buzhou Mountain.

Wherever the Purple Mansion army went, it encountered no real resistance, only resistance from some small tribes, but these were all wiped out by the Purple Mansion army, as if the Witch Clan had abandoned the entire Central Land.

After five hundred years of military campaigns, the six armies of the Purple Mansion finally assembled at Buzhou Mountain, surrounding the entire Buzhou Mountain from all directions.

Here, the ten Ancestor Witch of the Witch Clan gathered, and thousands of Great Witch led millions of the Witch Clan warriors, standing in formation. The earth's Turbid Qi surged and rolled, and a powerful fighting spirit soared into the Yunxiao, with the aura of slaughter permeating the entire Buzhou Mountain.

The Purple Mansion army also formed ranks and surrounded them!

Taiji Yin Yang, the Three Talents Four Symbols, the Five Elements and Six Harmonies, the Seven Stars and Eight Trigrams, the Nine Palaces and Ten Directions, and many other grand formations.

The Myriad Immortals Formation!

That's right, the grand formation set up by the Purple Mansion is the Myriad Immortals Formation, but it is no longer the Myriad Immortals Formation set up by Donghua before. Instead, it is somewhat similar to the Myriad Immortals Formation of the Jie Interception Sect.

A series of combined attacks, one after another!

Instead of the Myriad Immortals Formation transformed by the Great Dao that Donghua set up, the main reason was that the previous Myriad Immortals Formation was too exhausting, and the damage to the person who set it up was immeasurable.

That's why Donghua stopped the Myriad Immortals Formation!

Later, he and Fuxi jointly developed the current Myriad Immortals Formation, which is a combination of formations where the Power of Myriad Immortals is no longer concentrated in one person, but is on the formation itself.

In this way, the power of the Myriad Immortals Formation was naturally weakened, but it was good that it was not damaged at all.

In fact, this is the true formation. All the formations in the prehistoric Primordial Wilderness are like this. As for the four innate killing formations, they are truly beyond standard formations, and they can't even be called formations.

Whether it's the Heavenly Capital or the Starry Sky, they all rely on the power of the Primordial World, not the Great Dao Power of Heaven and Earth. Even the Immortal Slaying Formation is no exception.

Although the Myriad Immortals Formation does not rely on the power of the origin of heaven and earth, it does consume human resources. The ten thousand immortals who set up the formation last time by Donghua have not yet recovered.

"Recovering" means that you haven't broken through to the next level yet and are still stuck at the previous level.

Because the formation damaged his own essence, even with the resources of the Purple Mansion, Donghua has not yet been able to compensate these ten thousand immortals.

This is actually why Donghua has never launched a final battle.

What he feared most was winning, but losing the duel between the Purple Mansion and the Lich King.

Such a victory was tantamount to defeat for him, because his goal was not to destroy the lich, but to become the Heavenly Emperor and thus Attain Hunyuan Dao.

But where is there Heavenly Emperor who is all alone?

This is not a battle between him and the Twelve Ancestor Witches, but a confrontation between two forces.

Furthermore, don't underestimate the Twelve Ancestor Witches. They were once able to deal with the demon race at their peak, so how could they really be without any tricks up their sleeves?

Moreover, Donghua was genuinely afraid that these scoundrels would self-destruct. The Twelve Ancestor Witches were born from the power of the Great Dao Rules, and their self-destruction would carry the power of the Great Dao Rules.

Imagine a highway exploding right around you—how terrifying would that be!

He didn't want to end up losing everything and dying together with these guys.

Just like the Witch and Demon Races in the past, everyone thought they would be the final victor, but in the end, they were all losers.

Donghua stood atop the warship, clad in battle armor, his body radiating the Great Dao Power, gazing at the great formation of the Witch Clan ahead.

He then leaped down and rode his mount Gouchen, to the front of the battle.

"Fellow Daoists, it's been a long time!"

"Fellow Daoist Donghua, it's been a long time!"

Neither Donghua nor the Ten Ancestor Witch showed any sign of tension, as if they were having a meeting rather than a decisive battle.

But that makes sense, since there's no real deep-seated hatred between them; it's just a conflict of principles.

The conflict between these liches was different; it was a genuine feud, and a deep-seated one at that.

Donghua's gaze lingered on Dijiang, and he said earnestly:

"Dijiang, since the beginning of the Primordial World, it has experienced countless battles, from the Fierce Beast Tribulation after the creation of the world, to the destruction of the Kunwu Divine Dynasty, and the fall of countless Innate Deities, causing the heavens and earth to weep blood."

"Then came the Three Clans War, which caused the Earth Fire Water Wind to reappear in the world, almost bringing about an Immeasurable Calamity. Even the Primordial Wilderness almost returned to chaos. Fortunately, the Ancestor Dragon and others realized the danger in time and suppressed the Earth, Water, Fire, Wind in the world again."

"Then, in the later Immortal-Demon War, countless Innate Deities were slaughtered by Luohu, including your Witch Clan and my Purple Mansion. The Starry Sky Ziwei Great Emperor fell, and Great Powers ancestors such as Yin-Yang Qiankun died in battle. The losses were severe."

"Later, the demon race rose to power and conquered the Primordial Wilderness, causing all races to decline, while your Witch Clan seized the opportunity to rise, leading to the witch-demon rivalry, and now we are in a three-way struggle."

At this point, Donghua sighed and stopped, as if he were thinking about something.

"I had no desire for the supreme position of Heaven and Earth. I only wanted to guard my Purple Mansion, live a secluded life, and yearn for the Great Dao. But fate had other plans, and I eventually entered the Great Tribulation and embarked on this path of vying for supremacy."

Dijiang snorted coldly and said, "Whether you have the ambition to dominate is not important. What is important is that you have the strength. With such a huge force as the Purple Mansion, how can we be at ease? Moreover, the Dao Ancestor has appointed you as the Head of Male Immortals. All cultivators in the world need to pay homage to you, the Head of Male Immortals. How can we ignore you?"

"So, what are you trying to say by saying all this?"

Donghua did not deny these things, because Dijiang was right. Although he would not die if he did not court death, as long as the Purple Mansion existed, it would be feared by the Witch and Monster Two Clans.

"Dijiang, although the Primordial World is now more complete, after so many wars, the entire world is already overburdened and urgently needs true order. As people who are formed from the blood of the Father God, and are the direct descendants of the Father God, this is a problem that you cannot escape."

"Now we have gathered tens of millions of troops on both sides for a decisive battle here. This battle is even more intense than the previous Three Clans War. If we are not careful, it is possible that the Primordial Wilderness could be destroyed."

"As for me, Donghua, I consider myself a magnanimous person. As long as you are willing to submit, we can jointly govern the Primordial Wilderness. I will manage the Primordial World Primordial Wilderness Council, and you will manage the Unity Council. We can discuss everything together."

"As long as we both put our hearts into it, we can definitely make the Primordial Wilderness better and stronger. The outside world is vast, and chaos is vast. We don't know if there are other worlds besides the Western God Realm."

"We should broaden our horizons and extend our vision further, rather than confining ourselves to the Primordial Wilderness."

"Therefore, Dijiang, for the sake of the Primordial World, are you willing to cease hostilities here? Let us shake hands and make peace, and from now on, you, Dijiang, and I, Donghua, will jointly govern the Primordial Wilderness. What do you say?"

Donghua's words were spoken entirely from a moral high ground; frankly, it was moral blackmail.

But this was also his honest opinion, even though he knew that Dijiang would never submit to him.

But he still spoke out, hoping to seize the last chance and unleash his final, desperate attack on the Witch Clan.

In fact, Donghua really didn't mind governing the Primordial Wilderness together with Dijiang, because his goal was to prove the Dao and to build up the Primordial Wilderness.

As for the so-called power struggle, it doesn't exist at all. At their level, they just use their fists to speak, so there's no such thing as a power struggle.

As for the struggle for destiny after jointly governing the Primordial Wilderness, that depends on each side's methods.

Moreover, when that time really comes, he has a thousand ways to torment Dijiang and make him willingly relinquish the fortune in his hands.

After all, when it comes to building up the Primordial Wilderness, how could Dijiang, a member of the Witch Clan, possibly outdo him!

"Impossible!"

As expected, Dijiang directly rejected Donghua's proposal.

However, Donghua's proposal still appealed to some members of the Witch Clan, and that was enough.

Dijiang slowly said, "It is impossible for us to coexist. The Witch Clan wants to dominate the primordial Primordial Wilderness. This is our way, because we are born in accordance with the Great Dao Rules, and the rules are everything to us."

"But there are only so many divine positions in the world. Should we, the Witch Clan, take those positions, or should we let our subordinates take them?"

Donghua cursed inwardly. His psychological warfare strategy had both succeeded and failed, and he had even been outmaneuvered.

He never expected that Dijiang, with his thick eyebrows and big eyes, would have such thoughts; appearances can be deceiving.

Donghua smiled and said calmly, "Who sits isn't important. We can discuss it. Besides, as the Primordial World grows stronger, there will naturally be more divine positions. Everything can be arranged, everything can be arranged!"

"Dijiang, don't you agree?"

Upon hearing this, Dijiang laughed heartily, then exclaimed, "Donghua, I never imagined you were not only powerful but also shameless. You'd better not resort to such petty tricks."

"Now that both our armies are arrayed and ready, let's fight!"

Dijiang knew he couldn't win an argument with Donghua, so he might as well take action directly.

"Alas, I am willing to negotiate peace, but you, Dijiang, for your own selfish desires, are demanding that countless men risk their lives for you. What can I do? What can I do!"

Donghua shouted aloud, then rode Gouchen slowly away from the front of the great formation.

Their conversation was overheard by both sides' armies, and only the two individuals themselves know what they thought afterward.

Dijiang returned to the great formation with a gloomy face. He never expected that he would be tricked by Donghua in the end. This person is truly despicable!

With Donghua Dijiang returning to their positions, the armies of both sides began to mobilize, and the various formations began to operate rapidly, with immortal light and earth's Turbid Qi filling the sky.

The fighting spirit soared to the Yunxiao!

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