Hongjun: Nuwa Raised the Demon Race?

Laozi stood up with a smile, his eyes revealing a cunning and calculating glint.

Nuwa's actions were undoubtedly an act of defiance against the Witch Clan, inadvertently helping them shoulder the pressure.

By now, the Twelve Ancestral Witches were likely gnashing their teeth in hatred toward Nuwa.

The target had been shifted directly.

Both reasonably and sentimentally, Laozi felt they should go and offer their congratulations.

Yuanshi and Tongtian quickly grasped Laozi's intent, rising immediately to accompany him.

"Haha, perhaps the Twelve Ancestral Witches are even more anxious than we are; a great battle will be unavoidable if they cross paths."

Yuanshi said with a laugh, though despite his words, he had no intention of staying behind.

He was simply looking for some entertainment.

And so, the three of them left Mount Yujing and hurried toward Mount Buzhou.

At the same time.

Great powers from Mount Sumeru in the West, Wuzhuang Temple, West Kunlun, and other locations had all set out.

Beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, in the Purple Heaven Palace, Hongjun felt a stir in his heart and awoke from his meditation. Sensing that Nuwa had established the Demon Race and founded the Demon Sect, he was momentarily stunned.

The emergence of the Demon Race was correct, but what was incorrect was... that Nuwa had established it?

The Golden Crows were originally supposed to be hiding on the Sun Star; where were they in all this?

"Could it be that the heavenly destiny has shifted?"

Hongjun's eyes were filled with contemplation. At this time, he had not yet merged with the Dao and could not fully comprehend the will of the Heavenly Dao.

"No matter. Since the Demon Race has emerged, the conflict between the Witches and Demons is inevitable."

"The great trend cannot be reversed!"

Hongjun stopped thinking about it and gave it no further mind; after he finished his third sermon, he would merge with the Dao.

That was the matter of utmost importance.

Pangu Temple.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches felt the impact of Nuwa's actions and were immediately shocked and enraged. Those with hot tempers were ready to charge over immediately.

"This Nuwa has such audacity, daring to integrate the Ten Thousand Races and establish the Demon Race! This is a direct provocation against our Witch Clan!"

Zhurong roared with a grim expression, his aura majestic as his towering rage incinerated the void.

"Let me go and slaughter them, to show them a thing or two! What can a bunch of ants do even if they unite? Daring to oppose our Witch Clan, they have only one path—death!"

Qiangliang shouted angrily, and as he spoke, he prepared to step out of Pangu Temple, descend upon the Demon Sect, and slaughter to his heart's content.

"Listen to me finish first!"

Dijiang spoke, pressing his hand down, and Qiangliang suddenly felt as if a Primordial World had been placed upon him, rendering him unable to move.

"Our Witch Clan now numbers more than billions, and we have one hundred thousand Great Witches alone. These tens of thousands of years of conquest have indeed strengthened us significantly!"

"In my view, Nuwa establishing the Demon Race this time is an opportunity. For years, those great demons have been nowhere to be found, making them difficult to hunt down."

"Now that they have formed a collective, they will surely gather together, which makes things much more convenient for us."

"We shall seize this moment, find the right opportunity, and wipe them all out in one fell swoop."

Dijiang finished his analysis, his eyes flashing with a terrifying light.

"Big Brother's words are reasonable. This is not a bad thing for us. Ants are always ants; even if they gather together, they cannot shake a great tree!" Zhu Jiuyin said indifferently.

"While the Demon Race is newly established, we shall catch them off guard during this gap."

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The Ancestral Witches roared, filled with Sha Qi, their blood boiling within them.

"Then gather the clansmen and set out!" Dijiang stood up and commanded in a deep voice.

"Yes, Big Brother!" the remaining eleven Ancestral Witches replied.

Immediately.

They each went out to convey the orders within their respective tribes.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches each had their own tribes, such as the Dijiang Tribe, Zhurong Tribe, Houtu Tribe, and so on, all named after these Twelve Ancestral Witches!

Meanwhile, many diverse beings of the Primordial World were rushing toward Mount Buzhou.

Since this was now the birthplace of the Demon Race, Nuwa intended to establish the Demon Sect's dojo here as well.

Mount Buzhou held extraordinary significance; occupying it would grant the Demon Race endless benefits, a suggestion also made by Kunpeng, Baize, and others.

At this moment, on the mountainside of Mount Buzhou, a crowd of beings had gathered to offer their congratulations, including, of course, many great powers of the Demon Race.

"Congratulations to Fellow Daoist Nuwa for establishing the sect!"

Just then, three powerful auras descended.

Laozi, Yuanshi, and Tongtian arrived together, treading on the void, their voices preceding them.

"The Three Pure Ones, who have been missing for so long, have actually appeared!"

The great powers present stirred, thinking to themselves. If one didn't know better, they'd assume the Three Pure Ones had been beaten to death by the Ancestral Witches long ago, yet here they were today.

And they looked quite spirited.

"Three fellow Daoists, please come in!" Fuxi, the current Deputy Sect Master of the Demon Sect, personally welcomed them.

The arrival of great powers like the Three Pure Ones to offer congratulations also brought considerable prestige to their Demon Sect.

The Three Pure Ones didn't stand on ceremony and swaggered in. Upon seeing Nuwa, their hearts suddenly grew tense.

Nuwa was enveloped in the light of merit, her aura vast as an abyss, unfathomable.

"Establishing the Demon Race this time has brought Nuwa great benefits!"

They thought silently, a hint of envy in their hearts.

As the two sides exchanged pleasantries, the Duke of the East, the foremost among male immortals, also arrived.

The Duke of the East's intentions for this visit were simple: firstly, to win over great powers, and secondly, to join forces with the Demon Race to maintain order in the Primordial World.

Nuwa's integration of the Demon Race perfectly aligned with the Duke of the East's wishes. The scattered Ten Thousand Races had been difficult to manage.

Now that they were a unified entity, things would be much easier.

As long as he completed the task the Saints had given him flawlessly, wouldn't he be handsomely rewarded?

"Congratulations to fellow Daoist Nuwa on the joyous occasion of establishing your sect! Such great merit that benefits all beings should be celebrated by all under heaven!"

The Duke of the East congratulated her effusively.

The Three Pure Ones frowned, feeling a touch of disdain. While Nuwa's establishment of the sect did bring down merit, it wasn't quite as exaggerated as the Duke of the East made it out to be.

The Duke of the East's actions were simple: he merely wanted to build a good relationship with the Demon Sect first, so they could assist him in maintaining order in the Primordial World.

"Fellow Daoist Duke of the East is too kind," Nuwa said indifferently, knowing full well the Duke of the East had ulterior motives.

"Fellow Daoist Kunpeng, Fellow Daoist Fuxi, congratulations, congratulations!"

The Duke of the East laughed heartily, extending his goodwill to the two Deputy Sect Masters of the Demon Sect beside him.

Fuxi nodded in response, while Kunpeng, preoccupied with his own thoughts, paid him little mind.

Just then, a group of female immortals flew over from a distance. The one leading them had a beautiful face and an elegant demeanor; she was the Queen Mother of the West, the foremost among female immortals.

The female immortals behind her all possessed considerable cultivation, at least Primordial Unity Golden Immortals, and some were even Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals.

The Queen Mother of the West's arrival sent ripples of shock through the assembled beings. They hadn't expected the leaders of both male and female immortals to come and congratulate Nuwa on establishing her sect.

"Congratulations to fellow Daoist Nuwa on establishing your sect!" the Queen Mother of the West said with a smile. As her voice fell, the female immortals behind her presented their gifts.

"Fellow Daoist Queen Mother of the West, you are too kind," Nuwa replied with a smile, personally welcoming her. Her attitude was the complete opposite of how she had treated the Duke of the East moments before.

The Duke of the East's expression shifted slightly, his gaze flickering. He pondered inwardly.

The Queen Mother of the West was likely here to win Nuwa over. As the leader of female immortals, she had an advantage over him.

"I need to think of a way to make myself stand out..."

The Duke of the East mused to himself, then suddenly looked up at the Sun Star in the sky.

"I've got it..."

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