The Situation Between the Two Clans, Houtu's Plan

Ling Xiao smiled with satisfaction, then with a thought, he took out a ruler and a large seal.

"These are the Primordial Measuring Ruler and the Qilin Seal; take them with you."

The Ziwei Attendant gratefully accepted it and bowed in thanks again.

Immediately, Ling Xiao raised his hand and pointed, shattering the Chaos void and revealing a Reincarnation passage that swirled endlessly, like a world-destroying black hole, terrifying to the soul.

Without hesitation, Ziwei Attendant charged in with his magical artifact.

The Reincarnation closed, and everything returned to nothingness, as if nothing had ever happened.

In the Primordial World, in the northern part of the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

Since the Witch Clan was driven back to Mount Buzhou, this place has once again become the stronghold of the demon tribe.

However, the atmosphere among the demon race was oppressive at this moment, with everyone looking as if they had lost their parents and their faces extremely pale.

The root cause is that their demon race's Sage, the Empress Wa, abandoned them and never interfered in the affairs of the demon race again.

The Demon Emperor Palace is where powerful figures of the demon race gather to discuss important matters.

"What should we do? Without the Empress Wa, how can we withstand the ferocity of the Ancestral Witch and the attack of the Witch Clan?" a great demon said, pacing back and forth in the hall, his heart filled with anxiety.

"Resist? Wait to die!" Jiuying sneered, starting to slack off. He now regretted coming back; if he had known this would happen, he would have just hidden away and lived Xiao Yao life.

Although the Witch Clan's strength has greatly diminished, they still possess nine Ancestral Witch, a force that remains unmatched by any other race.

"Hey, don't you think it's because the Empress Wa created that Human Race that she no longer cares about us demons?" a powerful demon suddenly said, his words startling and attracting everyone's attention.

"Heh, how can the weak and pathetic Human Race compare to my demon race?"

"That being said, it does have something to do with that Human Race. If it weren't for creating them, Your Majesty wouldn't have..."

"Enough!"

At this moment, Fuxi, who was sitting at the head of the table, finally couldn't stand it anymore and rebuked him with a stern expression.

Nuwa was, after all, his sister; he wouldn't truly harbor resentment.

"It's no use saying anything now. What we should be considering is how to defend ourselves if the Witch Clan launches an attack?"

Fuxi said with a serious expression, "The Ancestral Witch may not know yet that Nuwa has stopped caring about the demon race. If they find out about this, they will definitely turn against us and come to kill us."

"Retreat to advance, defend to attack. As long as we run fast enough, the Witch Clan won't be able to catch up." A great demon immediately spoke up, with a smug feeling, seemingly amazed by his own suggestion.

As soon as he finished speaking, a commotion erupted.

"Get him out!"

"You might as well just commit suicide. As long as you die quickly enough, the Ancestral Witch won't be able to kill you."

A powerful demon with a fierce temperament would naturally not condone such actions.

But some remained silent, silently agreeing in their hearts.

Since we can't win anyway, we might as well surrender sooner rather than later.

"If only Fellow Daoist Kunpeng were still here, my demon race would have gained another powerful fighter." A great demon sighed, feeling deeply regretful. Although Kunpeng's bird-like nature was lacking, his strength was undeniable.

"Di Jun and Tai Yi of the Sun Star, could you consider this? After all, Ling Xiao has already fallen, this might be an opportunity to persuade them to join the demon race." Guiche said with a smile, unusually analyzing the situation and using his limited wisdom.

These words immediately garnered the approval of most of the powerful demons, who all turned their gazes toward Baize, who had remained silent.

"Baize, you're so eloquent, why don't you try your luck on the Sun Star?"

Baize remained calm, gently shook his head, and said, "I'm not going. Whoever wants to go can go."

"That's right. Where were you when Baize and I went to the Sun Star?"

"We can't keep going like this, can we? It's your turn to go once." Jimeng chimed in, firmly supporting Baize.

These words silenced all the demons. They looked at each other, but no one spoke.

This is no easy task, and no demon would be willing to take it.

Baize waved his feather fan and said calmly, "It's actually very simple to prevent the Witch Clan from attacking."

"Let our army train day and night, creating the appearance that we are ready to fight at any moment. At that time, the Witch Clan will definitely not dare to act rashly."

"Baize, do you mean to pretend that the Empress Wa is still alive?" a powerful demon immediately chimed in.

These remarks immediately struck a chord with the powerful demons. Since they couldn't win, they figured they might as well stall for time.

Just as the demon race was having a heated discussion about the future.

The Witch Clan is also conducting the same research.

When exactly will the demon race make their move against them?

Inside the Pangu Temple, the Witch Clan were filled with unease. Zhurong paced anxiously back and forth in the hall, "Brother, what should we do now? If the demon race attacks, how will we defend ourselves?"

"And those Human Race, they're practically encroaching on our Witch Clan's territory! They're too arrogant! If it were before, I would have wiped out their entire race!"

Zhurong, furious, said, "I have strength but nowhere to use it, and I dare not make any rash moves."

The unsuccessful worship of their Father God cast a shadow over their entire Witch Clan.

Without the Father God's help, they would be no match for the Sage.

If Twelve Ancestral Witches were present, setting up the Twelve Capital Divine Gods and Demons Formation might have been able to resolve the situation.

But now, the three dead brothers are still scattered and broken, like a pile of dry firewood, in a corner of the Pangu Temple.

"When Sage makes a move, he's gone in an instant. There's no pain, and there's no question of resisting," Xuanming said with a smile. He was laughing as he lived and laughed as he died; he had a good attitude.

"Let the Human Race go as it pleases. Let's find a way to overcome this crisis first, otherwise the Witch Clan will cease to exist."

"No, we are the true descendants of Pangu Orthodox Lineage, the only descendants of the Father God. If we are gone, wouldn't that mean the end of Pangu's legacy?" Xizi said, somewhat agitated.

"If you ask me, we shouldn't have come back in the first place. As long as we didn't die, the Witch Clan wouldn't have been destroyed." Gonggong looked regretful and annoyed.

"Like I said, we were doing quite well floating, so why push us back?" Qiangliang said with dissatisfaction, though it was unclear who he was unhappy with.

Dijiang watched his younger siblings discuss the matter and felt a headache coming on. He was powerless to help the Sage.

"Perhaps there is a way to temporarily alleviate the crisis facing our people."

Just then, a calm and clear voice rang out. It was Houtu who spoke. Normally, she wouldn't speak at times like this, but since it concerned the life and death of the Witch Clan, she had no choice but to speak.

"What method?" The Ancestral Witch looked excited, as if they had seen a glimmer of hope.

"It's very simple. Get the people of our tribe excited and make them look ready to fight. That way, the demons will think that we have received a gift from our Father God."

"In that case, even if someone wants to take action, they'll have to think twice," Houtu said quietly, sitting there.

Upon hearing this, the Ancestral Witch were overjoyed and looked at Houtu with astonishment, as if she were a celestial being.

"My little sister is so clever!"