Who Could Unite the Ten Thousand Races?

In the war between the Witch Clan and the Ten Thousand Races of the Primordial World, several mighty figures gradually rose to prominence.

Baize, Yingzhao, Jimeng, Feilian, Jiuying, Guiche, and others.

They were all top experts among the Ten Thousand Races of the Primordial World. Originally, they had all kept a low profile and wanted nothing to do with the outside world, but as the Witch Clan expanded, their very existence was gradually threatened, forcing them to join together.

Most of them were early-stage Daluo Golden Immortals, but when faced with the ferocious Ancestral Witches, they were nothing but little brothers—not even close to being a match.

On this day, several great demons gathered to discuss a countermeasure.

"Fellow Daoist Baize, you're said to know the heavens above and the earth below. Can you figure out when those damned witches will be destroyed?" Guiche asked angrily. A few days ago, he had run into the Ancestral Witch Qiangliang. If he hadn't run fast, he would have been done for.

Baize gave a helpless smile and said, "The secrets of heaven are hard to fathom. With the world in constant turmoil, even I can't see through the confusion."

"Rather than waiting for the Witch Clan to be destroyed, how about saying something useful? At this rate, the Witch Clan won't be wiped out before we're all dead." Jimeng's face was gloomy.

"The Twelve Ancestral Witches are far too powerful. We can't stop them. All that awaits us is destruction." Another great demon spoke up, deeply pessimistic about the current situation.

For the Witch Clan, the most important were the Twelve Ancestral Witches. Not only were their combat abilities unmatched, they could also use their blood to create witch warriors.

Unless someone could beat the Twelve Ancestral Witches to a pulp, the Ten Thousand Races of the Primordial World had no chance of stopping the Witch Clan.

They could wear you down until not a soul was left.

Baize was a refined young man with the air of a sage. He waved his feather fan and said,

"In my view, the Witch Clan's actions go against the will of Heaven. Even the Witch Clan will lose its fortune through wanton slaughter."

"The Ten Thousand Races of the Primordial World are seething with resentment. One day, it will all come back to bite the Witch Clan."

The great demons seemed to understand, feeling that Baize's words sounded convincing, yet somehow he also seemed to have said nothing at all.

Who could say for sure how fortune and karma worked?

"Now that the Dao Ancestor is lecturing on the Great Dao, the mighty figures who go to listen are making rapid strides in strength."

"The Witch Clan was born with a flaw and cannot comprehend the Great Dao. They must be getting anxious, so they can only expand wildly and use that to nourish themselves and grow stronger."

Jimeng chimed in, offering his own opinion.

"I think we're the ones who should be anxious now. We've talked in circles—does no one here have a good plan?" Yingzhao asked urgently.

The great demons fell silent. They looked from one to another, until at last their gazes all settled on Baize.

When it came to using their brains, they still needed this fellow Daoist.

Baize naturally lived up to their expectations. He hadn't counted on anyone present coming up with a good plan anyway.

"Actually, I've had an idea for a while."

"Let's hear it, Fellow Daoist Baize!" the great demons said excitedly.

"In my view, the Ten Thousand Races of the Primordial World aren't weak. At the very least, our strength can match the Witch Clan's. The problem is that we're all scattered like loose sand."

"To change this predicament, a mighty figure with ability and influence must step forward and unite the Ten Thousand Races."

"Then we'll have a chance to withstand the Witch Clan's attacks."

Baize spoke clearly and methodically. After hearing him, the mighty figures saw the light. How had they failed to grasp such a simple truth?

"Fellow Daoist Baize is right. I think it can work," Jimeng immediately agreed.

"If that's the case, then Fellow Daoist Baize should take on this great responsibility and unite the Ten Thousand Races."

The other great demons said nothing in response to his suggestion, which amounted to tacit agreement.

But Baize merely shook his head and said, "My standing isn't high enough. None of the fellow Daoists here are fit to take on this responsibility either."

His words were blunt, rejecting the idea outright. He had not only dismissed himself, but also snuffed out the first stirrings of hope in the other great demons' hearts.

Some things had to be said plainly to avoid scheming and needless trouble.

"Then, Fellow Daoist Baize, who do you think could take on this great responsibility?"

"Right now, there are two most suitable candidates." Baize laid out what he had in mind.

"The first is Kunpeng. Among the Ten Thousand Races, he has the greatest prestige..."

The mighty figures nodded. They had all heard of Kunpeng's fearsome reputation. In the current Primordial World, he was undoubtedly among the top-tier mighty figures. He had both the strength and the prestige.

"And the second?" one of the great demons asked.

Baize paused, then slowly said, "I'm sure you've heard of the figure who appeared like a flash of light a thousand years ago."

"The Sun Star's Three Crows."

"The Three Crows?"

The mighty figures looked surprised, recalling this rather strange title.

Ever since the contest for the Gourd at Mount Buzhou, Ling Xiao's name had made its first formal appearance in the Primordial World.

Many mighty figures had also remembered the name.

They knew that such beings existed on the Sun Star.

"I heard this Three Crows could rival the Three Pure Ones. There's even a saying, 'The Three Crows above, the Three Pure Ones below.'"

"Is it true that they're called the ones above because they live on the Sun Star?" Guiche asked dismissively. He had only learned the name of the Three Crows from someone else and didn't think much of them.

He even suspected they were all reputation and no substance.

What sort of beings were the Three Pure Ones? Their reputation as the Pangu Orthodox Lineage had blazed across the world since the age of the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin.

Who knew where these Three Crows had come from?

Even their title sounded unreliable.

Baize considered it and said, "More or less. I looked into it. The Golden Crow Ling Xiao once repelled Jieyin and Zhunti, so he has the strength. His standing is high enough too; it's just that his prestige may be lacking."

"What do you fellow Daoists think?"

As he finished speaking, he looked around and asked for their opinions. He had only offered two choices; the final decision depended on what those present thought.

"I still think Kunpeng is more reliable. He has everything going for him. We've only heard of the Three Crows, never seen them, and it's hard to judge their strength. We've only heard that they repelled Jieyin and Zhunti, but who here witnessed it with their own eyes?"

"I'd accept Kunpeng uniting the Ten Thousand Races."

Aside from Baize, the mighty figures all voiced their opinions, and almost all of them supported Kunpeng.

After all, in their eyes, the Three Crows were too abstract.

Baize pondered for a moment, then said, "How about this? We'll split up. You go find Kunpeng, and I'll go find the Three Crows. We'll ask what they think first, then decide what to do when we return. How does that sound?"

"Let's do that."

The mighty figures all agreed. They immediately split into two groups: Baize and Jimeng headed for the Sun Star, while the others went to find Kunpeng.

Some time later, Baize and Jimeng finally drew near the Sun Star.

"Fellow Daoist Jimeng, watch for an opening when we get there. I'll take the lead."

Baize reminded him, still uneasy. Jimeng was powerful, but when it came to wisdom, he was no match for Baize.

He had to make that clear beforehand, lest Jimeng ruin things.

"Don't worry, Fellow Daoist Baize. I know what I'm doing," Jimeng promised confidently.

Baize nodded. The two arrived outside the Sun Star, where they faintly sensed a killing intent.

"What a formidable formation!"

The two demons felt a chill in their hearts and didn't dare act rashly. They called out respectfully:

"Fellow Daoists of the Three Crows! Baize and Jimeng pay their respects!"