Entering the Ancestor Witch Divine Hall

The countless Great Powers of the Primordial finally reacted.

"In the end, we were all schemed against. It seems the Primordial Human Race cannot escape the Dao Ancestor's machinations."

"This cannot be blamed on Chu Yan. He is but a mortal body—how could he outmaneuver the Dao Ancestor?"

"This is truly 'man proposes, Heaven disposes.'"

"But I find it strange. Why must every Saint in this era suffer humiliation at the hands of the Human Race before attaining sainthood? Too strange."

"Who says it isn't?"

Nuwa became a Saint only after being driven mad by Chu Yan's rage. Taiqing became a Saint only after being killed once by Chu Yan.

What about the other Saints?

Nuwa, Yuanshi, and the others were watching with great satisfaction.

So what if Chu Yan was domineering? He was still caught in the scheme.

Endless saintly might descended. Taiqing Saint's cultivation instantly skyrocketed, his Primordial Spirit directly anchoring itself in the void.

"We pay respects to Taiqing Saint."

The countless Great Powers of the Primordial immediately knelt in worship, yet two groups were exceptions—one was the Witch Race, and the other was the Human Race.

But Chu Yan felt a strange sensation.

"What's going on? The Human Race Destiny hasn't left at all, yet how did Taiqing become a Saint?"

Chu Yan was completely baffled. Could it be that there was another Human Race in the Primordial?

In an instant, Chu Yan sensed that things had become serious.

But suddenly, another voice resounded across the Primordial.

"I, Yuanshi of the Three Pure Ones, have received insight today. I establish the Chan Sect, using the Pangu Banner to suppress the Chan Sect's destiny, helping the living beings of the Primordial expound the ultimate principles of the Heavenly Dao. My Dao name is Yuanshi Tianzun. The Chan Sect is established—."

Boom, rumble...

Endless golden light descended once more.

After Taiqing became a Saint, Yuanshi Tianzun also became a Saint.

"What? Yuanshi Tianzun became a Saint?"

In an instant, endless saintly might erupted, and heaven and earth manifested strange phenomena.

Chu Yan looked up.

"Could it be that the Five Saints in one day has finally come?"

Suddenly, Tongtian also opened his eyes:

"I, Tongtian of the Three Pure Ones, establish the Jie Sect today, seizing a thread of life for all living beings of the Primordial from the myriad things of heaven and earth. My Dao name is Sect Master Tongtian. I use the Immortal Slaying Four Swords to suppress destiny. The Jie Sect is established—."

For some reason, Sect Master Tongtian, in a daze, also proclaimed this to the Primordial, as if he were not in control.

Yet when he came to his senses, everything was already too late.

Instantly, saintly might erupted across the entire Primordial land once more.

This made Jieyin and Zhunti extremely anxious.

"Elder Brother, the East has all become Saints, while our West has none. What can we do?"

"Junior Brother, we cannot fall behind, but the Western destiny is too thin—insufficient to become Saints."

"Elder Brother, there's no time to worry about that. Let us first make a Great Vow to become Saints, or else our West will be completely trampled underfoot by the East."

"Very well."

After Jieyin and Zhunti made their plans, they immediately began to proclaim their Great Vows to the Primordial.

In an instant, the Western destiny began to rise.

Yet it was still no match for the East.

Immediately, waves of saintly might descended upon the Primordial.

Five Saints in one day—the countless living beings of the Primordial watched with expressions of utter shock.

They had to kowtow five times in a single day; their heads were spinning.

Chu Yan looked at the sky above. Endless saintly might descended. Five Saints in one day—it had finally come.

But strangely, why had the Human Race Destiny not been split apart?

Suddenly, Hongjun spoke:

"Chu Yan, all of This Seat's disciples have become Saints, yet you remain an ant. Now that the Human Race Destiny is running low, if you do not wish for the Human Race to die out completely, the position of This Seat's seventh disciple is still reserved for you."

"Scram—."

A furious roar erupted as Chu Yan was absolutely livid.

He had guarded against every possibility, but against Hongjun, there was no defense. He had been so careful, yet still fell into Hongjun's scheme.

Then, as if by natural progression, five Saints ascended in a single day, and Chu Yan was utterly exasperated.

"Hmph, obstinate and unyielding. Think it over carefully."

After that, Hongjun addressed his disciples:

"Now that you have become Saints, you may establish your Dao fields beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens. Without urgent matters, you are not to enter or leave the Primordial World at will."

"We obey Teacher's command."

"Very well, you may go."

Hongjun was greatly pleased. All his disciples had become Saints, strengthening the Heavenly Dao's power, making it easier to counter the variable that was the Human Race.

Suddenly, Sect Master Tongtian sent a voice transmission:

"Chu Yan, the Human Race Destiny has not been divided. As long as the one hundred thousand Innate Humans do not die, no one can scheme against the Human Race Destiny. The reason we became Saints is due to the Heavenly Dao Merit you scattered earlier."

Then, Sect Master Tongtian departed as well.

After hearing the transmission, Chu Yan understood instantly.

So the root of their Sainthood lay here.

Back when Nuwa created humanity, half the merit was meant to fall upon the Human Race, but Chu Yan shattered it with a single punch.

Later, when the Human Race migrated to Buzhou Mountain, the Heavenly Dao again descended merit, and Chu Yan broke it with another punch.

These scattered merits drifted aimlessly between heaven and earth.

Chu Yan gave a bitter laugh. So Hongjun had laid his plans long ago, only waiting for a catalyst.

And he himself had become the spear in Hongjun's hand, providing that very catalyst.

This was what led to five Saints in one day.

"Hongjun, go fuck yourself."

Chu Yan cursed in frustration and humiliation.

Not only had the Human Race suffered heavy losses this time, but he had also been used as Hongjun's tool, nearly making him spit blood from rage.

"Fine, just fine. You want to play it this way, Hongjun? I only hope you won't regret it later."

After calming down, he recalled the voice transmission Sect Master Tongtian had left him before departing.

Thinking it over carefully, Chu Yan grasped the meaning behind Tongtian's words.

"Sect Master Tongtian, thank you."

Tongtian had hinted to Chu Yan that as long as the one hundred thousand Innate Humans remained alive, Hongjun's schemes against the Human Race would not be so easy.

"Becoming Saints? The Human Religion? I see—it's nothing but a play Hongjun staged himself."

The establishment of the Human Religion was heaven-ordained, and it should have carried the Human Race Destiny. But now it was just an empty shell. In the future, Taiqing would surely exhaust every means to scheme against the Human Race.

Otherwise, the Human Religion would be a name without substance.

With Tongtian's covert message, Chu Yan now knew what to do.

He hadn't been schemed against—on the contrary, he had carved out a path for the Human Race.

It was just that Hongjun had borrowed his momentum, using his hand to kill Taiqing, then finding an excuse to suppress him.

But it wasn't true suppression. Rather, Hongjun wanted to force Pangu out through him.

Thus, he could negotiate with Pangu once, and Hongjun would conveniently acknowledge that the Human Race and the Witch Race were blood-bound, thereby earning the right to make a move.

After all, in the future, the Human Race and the Witch Race would indeed coexist.

Now, it seemed Hongjun had achieved his goal.

"Then... my top priority is to ensure these one hundred thousand Innate Humans do not die. But... who can live forever? Unless they become a Sage."

Chu Yan knew it was time to create a cultivation method for the Human Race.

"Set up camp here. I'm going to the Ancestor Witch Divine Hall."

His ten-thousand-zhang golden body descended, and the Killing Spear in his hand dissipated. Chu Yan felt dizzy and lightheaded.

"Damn it. The Human Race Destiny is running dry. I need to recuperate."

With a sigh, Chu Yan headed straight for the Ancestor Witch Divine Hall. The Twelve Ancestor Witches were already waiting.

"Chu Yan, you've finally come."

The Twelve Ancestor Witches had reverted to their previous forms. Chu Yan had consumed too much destiny, and the Witch Race had suffered as a consequence.

"Everyone, I have important matters to discuss—matters of great strategy. Shall we enter the Ancestor Witch Divine Hall?"

"Uh... Chu Yan, the Ancestor Witch Divine Hall cannot be entered by anyone without Witch Race blood. You are Human... this...?"

The Twelve Ancestor Witches looked awkward, but Chu Yan stepped forward and walked straight toward the entrance of the Ancestor Witch Divine Hall.

To their shock, he passed through without any resistance, leaving the Twelve Ancestor Witches dumbfounded.

"This... how is this possible?"