All Eyes on the Human Race-A Hunt?
In the Primordial World, the sacred power atop Mount Shouyang gradually dissipated.
All living beings know that the protection period for Human Race is coming to an end, and the hothouse flower is about to be born.
The creatures that had always coveted Human Race couldn't help but get excited.
Wahuang Heaven.
Nuwa gazed at the Primordial World, towards Mount Shouyang, her phoenix eyes flashing with a hint of helplessness and reluctance.
Once the ten-thousand-year protection period ends, Human Race will no longer be able to live as peacefully as before.
Compared to the naturally gifted creatures, the weak Human Race is no different from ants, and can only be slaughtered at will.
"I hope you won't go too far, otherwise..."
Nuwa gazed at Mount Shouyang, muttering to herself, a sharp glint flashing in her eyes.
Human Race must undergo tribulations to become the protagonist of heaven and earth, replacing the Wu and Demon and demon races and becoming the head of all spirits.
But if anyone is plotting against her and wantonly slaughtering Human Race, she will never stand idly by.
"Brother! The demon race is about to attack the Human Race, and those two shameless scoundrels from the West are behind it."
"Endless Chaos," Yuanshi said angrily, "The clandestine actions of Jieyin and Zhun Ti behind the scenes could not be hidden from him."
Having fought and dealt with each other for so many years, the Three Pure Ones know better than anyone what kind of people the Two Western Sages are.
"Brother, you are the Leader of the Human Sect. Those two losers in the West have schemed against Human Race. Aren't you going to settle accounts with them?"
Tongtian spoke with a cold expression and a sharp tone, as if he were about to start a fight at the slightest provocation.
Laozi Tzu remained calm. After listening to his two younger brothers' words, he remained silent for a while before slowly speaking.
"We can't make a move yet."
The words were simple, yet resolute.
"Brother means... he's afraid it will affect the Witch-Demon Catastrophe?" Yuanshi understood and guessed Laozi's thoughts.
Laozi stroked his beard and said, "Yes and no. It's not the age of Human Race yet. If Human Race wants to become the protagonist of the world, we must wait until the Witch-Demon Catastrophe has passed."
"Furthermore, it is our duty as Sage to govern the four directions. We cannot directly intervene unless the general trend of Heavenly Dao changes."
Laozi explained in detail that if the Witch-Demon Catastrophe hadn't deviated from its course, they wouldn't have secretly helped the demon race at all.
"Does Brother mean to disregard the Human Race and allow them to be oppressed and slaughtered?"
Tongtian asked with a grave expression, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. Laozi's words had taken him far too far.
"It's alright. Human Race is destined to face a calamity. As the Leader of the Human Sect, I will naturally not stand by and watch Human Race perish."
Laozi ignored Tongtian's overreaction, simply stroking his not-so-plump beard and smiling as he spoke.
The meaning of this statement is quite clear: they will only intervene when Human Race is facing a life-or-death crisis; otherwise, they will not get involved.
Tongtian paused for a moment, then didn't ask any more questions, but he felt somewhat uncomfortable.
In his view, Laozi, as the Leader of the Human Sect, became a saint because of the Human Race, but now he no longer cares about the Human Race, which seems too heartless.
In the Pangu Temple, Dijiang emerged from seclusion. The Dao injuries he sustained from being attacked by the Three Pure Ones have finally almost completely healed.
"Big brother, you've finally emerged from seclusion. The demon race has been making moves lately."
As soon as Dijiang stepped Blood Pool, the Ancestral Witch surrounded him. With their eldest brother out, their pillar of support had returned.
"A commotion? Have those damned beasts attacked?"
Dijiang's expression shifted, and he stretched his limbs as he asked, a cold smile creeping onto his lips, his killing intent surging forth.
"No, the demon race is secretly heading to the Mount Shouyang area, seemingly intending to attack the Human Race," Xuanming said.
"Oh? Is that so?" Dijiang was somewhat surprised.
"Human Race were created by Nuwa, yet the demon Human Race? Is this an act of rebellion?"
"I suspect that the demon race is taking their anger out on the Human Race because Nuwa doesn't care about them."
"On the other hand, they also treat Human Race as food. Now that the ten-thousand-year protection period is about to end, those beasts have nothing to eat, so naturally they've set their sights on Human Race," Xuanming analyzed expressionlessly.
The other Ancestral Witch thought the same way; they could hardly fathom even the most profound reasons, as this was not their area of expertise.
Otherwise, it wouldn't have been criticized by Yuanshi as a pathetic creature ignorant of heavenly secrets and born incomplete.
"Heh, this is quite interesting."
"The demon race is practically provoking Sage. I'm afraid they'll suffer the consequences even before we lift a finger."
Dijiang chuckled, amused by the demon race's actions. They didn't even need to attack; they were already courting death.
"Brother, do you mean we shouldn't attack the demon race yet?" Zhurong Rong asked immediately.
"Of course not. We should prepare ourselves and wait for the right opportunity, ideally wiping out the demon race in one fell swoop."
Dijiang straightened his expression and said in a deep voice.
Above Mount Shouyang, endless holy light rose into the sky, like smoke rising straight to the heavens.
In the Primordial World, countless powerful beings sensed this: Nuwa's protection of Human Race for ten thousand years was imminent.
On the outskirts of the Human Race, ferocious monsters and wandering ghosts on the Coast of the East Sea are all eagerly awaiting the arrival of Human Race, who are like walking, fresh snacks in their eyes.
"In the chaos of the Primordial World, the Human Race, deprived of the protection of Sage, will become food for the animals, cannon fodder, with no chance of resistance."
"Human Race are numerous, but unfortunately too weak; no matter how many ants there are, they cannot shake a dragon."
The powerful beings from various immortal abodes, watching the dissipating sacred power of Mount Shouyang, couldn't help but sigh.
In this Primordial World, weakness is the original sin.
The Human Race, protected by Sage for millennia, probably never dreamed that the outside world would be so dangerous.
The blood and fire of war will soon spread across that land, until it engulfs everything.
"Buzz boom..."
A strange fluctuation rippled across Mount Shouyang. The sacred power left behind by Nuwa released its last embers and finally dissipated.
At this moment, all the demons and monsters lurking on the outskirts of the Human Race were in an uproar, their eyes gleaming blood-red, their greed raging.
"Haha, I've finally waited for this day! I'm going to eat to my heart's content!"
"Fresh blood, here I come!"
In an instant, as the holy power dissipated, the horde of demons and monsters finally stepped onto Human Race land.
The vast majority of them were demons. They were not only there to eat, but also had a mission: to collect the essence and souls of Human Race to forge a supreme treasure to counter the Witch Clan.
The demon giants, including Hundred Thousand Mountains, Kunpeng, and Guiche, watched this scene with smiles on their faces.
Finally, this day has come. As long as we can forge a supreme treasure that can restrain the Witch Clan.
"Charge! The delicious blood feast is just ahead!"
On the Human Race land, a demon general of the Primordial Unity Golden Immortal level issued an order, followed by a dark mass of roaring and howling figures charging toward the heart of the Human Race with overwhelming killing intent.
Just then, a golden light flew out from the Human Race tribe, like a small sun, and grew larger and larger, like a divine mountain, carrying a powerful aura as it pressed down.
"Boom!"
The demon general was caught off guard and was instantly crushed, exploding into a cloud of blood mist.