Laozi rose to his feet with a smile, his eyes glinting with shrewd calculation.
Nuwa's actions were undoubtedly a challenge to the Witch Clan, and had unwittingly helped take some of the pressure off them.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches must already be grinding their teeth in hatred of Nuwa.
Their target had shifted directly.
By rights and by reason, Laozi felt they ought to go congratulate her.
Yuanshi and Tongtian quickly understood what Laozi meant. They rose at once and set off with him.
"Ha! Perhaps the Twelve Ancestral Witches are even more eager than we are. If we run into them, a battle will be unavoidable."
Yuanshi said with a smile. Despite his words, he showed no reluctance to go.
He was simply there to watch the spectacle.
And so, the three left Mount Yujing and hurried toward Mount Buzhou.
Meanwhile.
The mighty figures from places like Western Mount Sumeru, Wuzhuang Temple, and West Kunlun all set out as well.
Beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, in Purple Heaven Palace, Hongjun stirred with a sense of something and awoke from his meditative trance. Sensing that Nuwa had established the Demon Clan and founded the Demon Sect, he froze for a moment.
The Demon Clan's emergence was right, but the strange part was... Nuwa had established the Demon Clan?
The Golden Crows were still hiding on the Sun Star. Where were they supposed to have come from?
"Could the Heavenly Dao have changed?"
Hongjun's eyes filled with thought. He had yet to merge with the Dao and could not fully comprehend the Heavenly Dao's will.
"Never mind. Since the Demon Clan has emerged, conflict between the Wu and Demon Clans is inevitable."
"The general trend cannot be reversed!"
Hongjun stopped thinking about it and paid it no mind. After his third sermon, he would merge with the Dao.
That was what mattered most.
Pangu Temple.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches sensed what Nuwa had done and were at once shocked and furious. Those with the shortest tempers were already ready to charge over and fight.
"Nuwa has some nerve! She actually dared to unite the Ten Thousand Races and establish the Demon Clan. She's picking a fight with our Witch Clan!"
Zhurong roared, his face dark. His imposing aura surged, and his raging fury scorched the void.
"Let me go over there and teach them a lesson! So what if a bunch of ants band together? Anyone who dares to oppose our Witch Clan has only one path—death!"
Qiangliang bellowed. As he spoke, he was about to stride out of Pangu Temple, descend upon the Demon Sect, and slaughter them to his heart's content.
"Listen to me first!"
Dijiang spoke, raising a hand to press down. Qiangliang immediately felt as though the Grand Primordial World had come crashing down on him, leaving him unable to move.
"Our Witch Clan numbers far more than a hundred million. We have a hundred thousand Great Witches alone. These tens of thousands of years of warfare have indeed made our clan much stronger!"
"Nuwa's founding of the Demon Clan is an opportunity, in my view. Those great demons have been nowhere to be seen for ages, making them difficult to track down even when we wanted to kill them."
"Now that they've become a single whole, they'll inevitably gather together. That will make things much more convenient for us."
"Let's take this opportunity, wait for the right moment, and wipe them all out in one fell swoop."
Dijiang finished his analysis, a terrifying light glinting in his eyes.
"Eldest Brother is right. This isn't a bad thing for us. Ants will always be ants. Even gathered together, they can't shake a towering tree!" Zhu Jiuyin said calmly.
"While the Demon Clan is still new, let's catch them off guard and slaughter them!"
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
The Ancestral Witches roared, their murderous aura surging as their blood boiled.
"Then summon our people and set out!" Dijiang rose to his feet and shouted.
"Yes, Eldest Brother!" the other Eleven Ancestral Witches answered.
Then,
they each went out to deliver the order to their tribes.
Each of the Twelve Ancestral Witches had a tribe of their own, such as the Dijiang Tribe, the Zhurong Tribe, and the Houtu Tribe. These tribes were all named after the Twelve Ancestral Witches!
At that moment, all sorts of Primordial World beings were making their way toward Mount Buzhou.
Now that this was the birthplace of the Demon Clan, Nuwa also planned to establish the Demon Sect's headquarters there.
Mount Buzhou held extraordinary significance. Occupying it would bring the Demon Clan endless benefits, and Kunpeng, Baize, and the others had made the same suggestion.
At that moment, a crowd of beings who had come to offer congratulations had gathered halfway up Mount Buzhou. Among them were many powerful members of the Demon Clan.
"Congratulations, Fellow Daoist Nuwa, on founding your sect!"
Just then, three powerful auras suddenly descended.
Laozi, Yuanshi, and Tongtian strode through the air side by side. They had yet to arrive, but their voices had already reached the crowd.
"The Three Pure Ones, who have been missing for so long, have finally shown themselves!"
The mighty figures thought in surprise. Anyone who didn't know better might have assumed the Ancestral Witches had already beaten the Three Pure Ones to death. Who would have thought they'd appear again today?
They even looked rather spirited.
"Fellow Daoists, please come in!" Fuxi, now the Demon Sect's deputy leader, welcomed them in person.
The arrival of mighty figures like the Three Pure Ones to offer congratulations also brought considerable prestige to the Demon Sect.
The Three Pure Ones made no ceremony of it and strode inside. The moment they saw Nuwa, their hearts tightened.
She was enveloped in the radiance of merit, her aura vast as an abyss and impossible to fathom.
"Founding the Demon Clan has brought Nuwa tremendous benefits!"
They thought to themselves, feeling rather envious.
As the two sides exchanged pleasantries, Duke of the East, Head of Male Immortals, arrived as well.
His purpose in coming was simple: first, to win over the mighty figures; second, to join forces with the Demon Clan to maintain order in the Primordial World.
Nuwa's unification of the Demon Clan was exactly what Duke of the East wanted. The Ten Thousand Races had been scattered and disorderly, making them difficult to manage.
Now that they had become a single whole, they would be much easier to handle.
As long as he carried out the task the Sage had given him brilliantly, surely he would be rewarded handsomely?
"Congratulations, Fellow Daoist Nuwa, on founding your sect! Such great merit, which benefits all living beings, deserves to be celebrated throughout the world!"
Duke of the East offered an extravagant congratulation.
The Three Pure Ones frowned discreetly, somewhat disdainful. Nuwa had indeed gained merit for founding the sect, but surely it wasn't as grand as he made it sound.
Duke of the East's intentions were simple enough: he wanted to build a good relationship with the Demon Sect so it would help him maintain order in the Primordial World.
"Fellow Daoist Duke of the East, you flatter me," Nuwa said coolly. She knew perfectly well that Duke of the East had an ulterior motive.
"Fellow Daoists Kunpeng and Fuxi, congratulations, congratulations!"
Duke of the East laughed heartily, then turned to show goodwill to the two deputy leaders of the Demon Sect.
Fuxi nodded in reply, but Kunpeng had something on his mind and couldn't be bothered to respond.
Just then, a group of celestial maidens flew in from afar. Their leader was beautiful and elegant, and was none other than Queen Mother of the West, Head of Female Immortals.
The celestial maidens behind her were all powerful cultivators. The weakest were Primordial Unity Golden Immortals, and some were even Daluo Golden Immortals.
The arrival of Queen Mother of the West sent a stir through the gathered beings. They hadn't expected both the Head of Male Immortals and the Head of Female Immortals to come congratulate Nuwa on founding her sect.
"Congratulations, Fellow Daoist Nuwa, on founding your sect!" Queen Mother of the West said with a smile. As her voice fell, the celestial maidens behind her presented their gifts.
"Fellow Daoist Queen Mother of the West, you're too kind." Nuwa smiled and greeted her in person, her attitude utterly different from how she had treated Duke of the East.
Duke of the East's expression shifted. His eyes flickered as he silently calculated.
Queen Mother of the West had probably come to win Nuwa over. As Head of Female Immortals, she had an advantage over him.
"I need to find a way to make myself stand out..."
Duke of the East pondered to himself, then suddenly looked up at the Sun Star in the sky.
"I've got it..."
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