The Witch and Demon Races had coexisted peacefully for a Yuan Hui. The Witch Clan had grown restless after a long period of stillness, and the Golden Crows' rampage across the land and Hou Yi Shoots the Suns would serve as the spark for the impending war.
Zhunti had not only schemed against the Demon Race, but had also planted seeds of hatred between the two races. With a Saint's power guiding them, the minds of the Ancestral Witches had already been subtly influenced.
But mobilizing their people for a war between the two races could not be done overnight. The Witch Clan had hundreds of millions of people across twelve tribes. Even assembling them for a full-scale campaign would take a hundred years. During that time, the Primordial World would be swept by turmoil.
On the Three Immortal Islands of the East Sea, East King Duke gazed at the Calamity Qi filling the sky, lost in thought. Though the Witch and Demon Races had been manipulated by the Saints, the Heavenly Mandate had decreed it. Even without Zhunti's secret meddling, war would have been unavoidable.
Thus, though all the Saints, East King Duke among them, disdained the Two Sages of the West for what they had done, none stepped in to stop them.
Besides, the Witch and Demon Races had dominated the Primordial World for countless years, and their people had committed many killings. It could hardly be said that they were innocent. This, then, was a calamity of slaughter sent down by Heaven.
East King Duke's three disciples had all left the East Sea for the Primordial Continent. Apart from the Witch and Demon Races being driven from the stage of history, this calamity would bring another major event—one that would shape the Primordial World's order, and that