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Di Jun clenched his fists tightly.

He raised his head and looked at the Green Clad Figure on the altar, forcibly suppressing the killing intent in his eyes.

He took a deep breath and said:

"...Withdraw the army."

As soon as these two words were spoken, heaven and earth fell silent.

Eastern Emperor Taiyi abruptly turned his head to look at Di Jun, his eyes full of disbelief.

Below, the hundreds of millions of Demon Race troops erupted in an uproar, stirring restlessly.

Demon Saints like Ci Tie were even more dumbfounded.

His Majesty... actually backed down?

In front of the Witch Clan and everyone else?

Di Jun no longer looked at anyone. He abruptly turned around and flicked his sleeve.

"Go!"

His voice was ice-cold, carrying endless humiliation. His figure transformed into a brilliant golden light and was the first to shatter the Void, disappearing.

Eastern Emperor Taiyi's chest heaved violently as he stared intently at Xuandu.

Finally, the Chaos Bell shook violently, engulfing his figure, and he followed Di Jun.

As the two Demon Emperors left, the terrifying pressure that had sealed heaven and earth suddenly dissipated.

The vast Demon Cloud, as if it had lost its support, began to slowly retreat.

Sunlight once again shone upon the earth, illuminating the devastated landscape, and also illuminating the ecstatic joy of countless Human Race members who had survived a catastrophe!

"They're retreating! The Demon Race is retreating!"

"We're alive! The Human Race is saved!"

"Master Xuandu!"

The sound waves surged to the heavens, filled with tears and excitement.

The Three Ancestors, Suiren Shi, Youchao Shi, and Ziyi Shi, also had tears streaming down their faces. They bowed deeply in the direction of Xuandu.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches stood in the distance, watching this scene with varied expressions.

Di Jiang's eyes flashed with sharp light, and he whispered:

"Well done, Xuandu! You actually forced back Di Jun and Taiyi!"

Houtu's gaze was deep as she looked at the figure on the altar, her heart churning with emotion.

This person... will surely have a place in the future Great Wilderness!

Zhu Rong snorted but said nothing more.

A flicker of apprehension flashed in Gong Gong's eyes.

Seeing this, the Witch Clan army, at Di Jiang's signal, slowly reined in their killing intent and did not seize the opportunity to attack.

What happened today was enough to make the Demon Race lose face; their objective had been achieved.

And at this moment, atop the altar.

Xuandu stood alone, his robes gently fluttering in the breeze.

He did not look at the retreating Demon Race, nor did he pay attention to the ecstatic Human Race or the Witch Clan with their varied thoughts.

His mind had completely sunk into his Sea of Consciousness.

The moment Di Jun announced the withdrawal of troops, the instant the Demon Race's intent to retreat was set!

In his mind, the long-awaited System Prompt Sound finally rang out!

[Ding! Detected that the Demon Race has abandoned the plan to slaughter the Human Race and forge the Witch-Slaying Sword!]

[Reward issued: Successfully unlocked the Cultivation Technique Sum Feedback function!]

[Calculating the insights and experience of all Jie Sect Disciples regarding cultivation techniques...]

It's done!

Finally unlocked!

Xuandu's heart was filled with indescribable joy!

"Once the calculation is complete, I can completely fill my last shortcoming!"

"By then, I will no longer have only the realm of a Golden Immortal of the Origin."

His heart surged, but his expression remained calm.

Being able to force back Di Jun and Eastern Emperor Taiyi this time was purely by chance.

If he hadn't borrowed the Jie Sect's Prestige, Nuwa's Karma, and more importantly...

His gaze turned towards the twelve towering figures not far away, as majestic as mountains.

If not for the Twelve Ancestral Witches arriving at this moment, tying down the Demon Court and making Di Jun and Eastern Emperor Taiyi hesitate, the Demon Race's idea of forging the Witch-Slaying Sword would not have been so easily abandoned.

After all, they might have retreated because of the Jie Sect, but that didn't mean they would give up on forging the Witch-Slaying Sword.

"Witch Clan..."

Xuandu began to ponder.

Since the birth of the Human Race on the Great Wilderness, they were as weak as ants, constantly bullied.

The Demon Race viewed them as food, hunting and killing them wantonly.

Only the Witch Clan, being at odds with the Demon Race and not cultivating the primordial spirit, while not intentionally protecting the Human Race, had still helped them considerably.

Moreover, because the Witch Clan enjoyed eating demons, they often hunted them.

This had, in turn, cleared many threats for the Human Race, alleviating some of their pressure.

The Human Race should remember this Karma.

With his thoughts settled, Xuandu no longer hesitated.

He took a step forward, his form fading from his original spot, and in the next instant, he appeared in the Void before the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

He cupped his hands, bowed, and paid his respects.

The actions were fluid, neither humble nor arrogant.

"This junior, Xuandu, thanks all the Ancestral Witch seniors for your timely assistance."

His Hunyuan Dao rhythm flowed naturally, and his voice was clear and resonant, saying:

"If not for your timely arrival, today's matter would likely not have been resolved so easily."

The gazes of the Twelve Ancestral Witches fell upon him simultaneously.

Some were curious, some scrutinizing, some admiring, and some still held their primal indifference.

Di Jiang, the Space Ancestral Witch, spoke first, his voice like a thunderous bell, making the Void hum:

"Kid, you don't need to thank us."

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"We came not for you, nor for the Human Race."

His gaze was sharp as a blade, sweeping towards the direction the Demon Race had retreated, carrying undisguised killing intent.

"Di Jun and Tai Yi mobilizing such a massive Demon Race army to blockade the East Sea Coast must have an earth-shattering scheme."

"The Witch Clan and Demon Race are irreconcilable. How can we stand by and watch the Demon Race act so recklessly?"

"On the other hand, you..."

Di Jiang changed the subject, looking back at Xuandu with a hint of inquiry in his eyes.

"A mere Human Race, yet you managed to attain the Golden Immortal of the Origin within a century, and even became Tongtian's direct disciple..."

"Interesting."

The Ancestral Witch of Fire, Zhu Rong, flames surging around him, let out a hearty laugh, his voice scorching:

"Indeed!"

"To force those two feathered pests to swallow their anger..."

"Kid, you've got guts! You're my kind of guy, Zhu Rong!"

The Ancestral Witch of Water, Gong Gong, let out a cold snort, black water surging beneath his feet:

"He's just borrowing power and playing mind games."

Despite his words, his gaze towards Xuandu held a little less of the initial disdain.

Xuandu's expression remained unchanged, and he cupped his hands again:

"What the seniors said is not wrong. This junior did indeed borrow power."

"However, the seniors' arrival has indirectly helped this junior gain momentum, and that is a fact."

He paused slightly, his gaze sweeping over the Twelve Ancestral Witches, his tone becoming more sincere:

"Furthermore, since the birth of the Human Race in the Great Wilderness, their journey has been arduous."

"Although the Witch Clan did not intentionally protect them, by hunting the Demon Race, you have shared the pressure for the Human Race, reducing casualties."

"For this kindness, though the Human Race may be too weak to repay it, we will always remember it in our hearts."

"Today, as a representative of the Human Race, this junior thanks the Witch Clan for your indirect assistance in the past."

Upon hearing this, the expressions of several Ancestral Witches shifted slightly.

They had always acted according to their whims, hunting the Demon Race purely for sustenance and out of hatred, never caring about the opinions of the ant-like Human Race.

But now, being thanked so solemnly by Xuandu, they felt quite pleased.

Especially from a Golden Immortal of the Origin with boundless potential and a profound background.

Houtu Ancestral Witch lightly shifted her lotus steps, her Goose Yellow Palace Dress fluttering gently in the wind.

Her Beautiful Eyes fell upon Xuandu, and she said in a gentle voice:

"Young Friend Xuandu is too polite."

"The Witch Clan acts according to our hearts, seeking no reward."

"On the other hand, Young Friend still remembers your originating clan, willing to protect them with all your might, even at the risk of opposing the Demon Court..."

"This heart and this resolve are truly not easy to come by."

Her words carried a hint of admiration.

As the Earth Ancestral Witch, in charge of the great earth, her care and compassion for living beings far surpassed that of the other Ancestral Witches.

Xuandu's actions were quite to her liking.

Xuandu bowed slightly:

"Senior Houtu praises me too much. Our bloodlines are connected, born from the same origin; this is instinct."

A brilliant light flashed in Houtu's eyes, and she nodded slightly, saying no more.

The Lightning Ancestral Witch Qiang Liang's body crackled with lightning, his voice like muffled thunder:

"Enough with the pleasantries! Kid Xuandu, since you are a Golden Immortal of the Origin and valued by a Sage, your potential is limitless."

"In the future, if the Demon Race dares to bully the Human Race again, or cause you trouble, feel free to send word to the Witch Clan!"

He patted his chest, lightning splashing outwards.

"We may not have much else, but the fists of us Witch Clan Warriors are hard enough!"

Though these words were rough and bold, they carried the unique straightforwardness of the Witch Clan.

Xuandu knew in his heart that this was the highest form of goodwill the Witch Clan could express.

He solemnly cupped his hands:

"Senior Qiang Liang's kind intentions, Xuandu will remember."

Di Jiang saw that his brothers had finished stating their positions and waved his hand:

"This matter is concluded, it is time for us to return."

As his voice fell, the Twelve Ancestral Witches spoke no further.

Di Jiang gave Xuandu a deep look, spatial ripples rippling around his body.

"Let's go!"

He let out a low shout, turned around first, and stepped into the void, disappearing.

The other Ancestral Witches followed suit.

Zhu Rong's body was engulfed in flames, scattering like flowing fire.

Gong Gong's feet churned the black water, his figure sinking into it.

Qiang Liang flashed with lightning, and was already gone without a trace.

Houtu nodded slightly at Xuandu, her goose yellow figure slowly fading, merging into the earth.

In the blink of an eye, all twelve towering figures had departed, and the monstrous killing intent dissipated with them.

Only the savage aura lingering in the air proved that they had descended here.

The East Sea Coast returned to complete tranquility.

The demon cloud dispersed, and sunlight shone down.

Seeing the Witch Clan depart, the last trace of tension in the hearts of the myriad human race below vanished, and they erupted in earth-shattering cheers.

"We survived!"

"Master Xuandu saved us!"

The sound waves surged like a tide, filled with tears and excitement.

Suiren Shi, Youchao Shi, and Ziyi Shi supported each other, gazing at the green clad figure on the altar with eyes full of gratitude.

Xuandu stood at the peak of the altar, his expression calm, not relaxing in the slightest after repelling the Demon Race and seeing off the Witch Clan.

He sank his consciousness, sensing the system in his sea of consciousness.

[Ding! Calculation of cultivation technique insights and experience for all Jie Sect disciples is complete!]

[Beginning real-time synchronization of cultivation technique insights and divine ability experience for Jie Sect Myriad Immortals... Synchronizing...]