Witches Emerge from Ancestral Land, Primordial World Trembles; Eons Later, the Cataclysm Arrives

Hearing these words and witnessing this scene, a heartfelt smile could not help but bloom at the corners of Zhu Jiuyin's mouth.

Seeing his clansmen so satisfied and joyful, Zhu Jiuyin, as an Ancestral Witch and the leader who had guided the Witch Race to this point, felt genuine happiness and contentment.

In truth, Zhu Jiuyin did not know at this moment that the way the other Ancestral Witches looked at him had also changed.

From this moment on, Dijiang made a resolution in his heart—from here on out, he would devote his full effort to executing every decision made by his second brother.

In fact, it was not just Dijiang; the other Ancestral Witches had reached this same conclusion almost simultaneously.

There was no helping it; such heartfelt recognition and reverence from hundreds of millions of clansmen was, to any Ancestral Witch, second only to the resurrection of Pangu and the direct receipt of his holy decree.

The will of the people is the will of Heaven.

Although the Ancestral Witches did not know this specific phrase, they all understood that they should, and must, lead their clansmen toward a better and happier life.

Otherwise, what face would they have to call themselves Ancestral Witches, and what face would they have to receive the respect and devotion of hundreds of millions of clansmen!

Zhu Jiuyin reached out his hand and pressed it downward.

In less than a breath, the entire crowd fell silent.

Zhu Jiuyin continued, "You should all know, to varying degrees, that opening up a Great Thousand World requires great wisdom and great power. Because of this, I now need all of you to leave the Ancestral Land of the Witch Race, so as to avoid any unnecessary harm when we Ancestral Witches begin our work. Of course, I also hope you will remember that our Witch Race is not leaving the Ancestral Land to expand our territory, so you only need to stay in the vicinity of the Ancestral Land and not wander too far. Do you understand?"

"Understood!"

In truth, the hundreds of millions of the Witch Race were the finest warriors born from the Primordial World itself.

Even the most ordinary member of the Witch Race could push the traits of fearing no death and absolute obedience to the extreme.

Therefore, now that Zhu Jiuyin told them to leave the Ancestral Land temporarily, they would execute the order without hesitation, and if told not to stray too far, they would follow that instruction without compromise.

"Your Majesty! This is bad, the Witch Race has left their Ancestral Land!"

Di Jun and Tai Yi were in seclusion. With the back door opened by Hongjun, they had initially deduced the principles and deployment methods for the Great Array of Origin Heluo and the Great Array of Heavenly Stars.

If they continued to deduce at this speed, these two top-tier arrays would be completed in at most one hundred thousand years.

Yet, at such a critical juncture, Baize arrived outside the Sun Palace with a sense of urgency and anxiety.

The moment they were interrupted by Baize, Di Jun and Tai Yi felt the urge to kill.

It was as if one were calculating one of the seven great mathematical problems and had just found the correct path, only for someone to suddenly slap them, completely disrupting their train of thought.

For an ordinary person, this would mean the loss of an opportunity to achieve fame and fortune, to gain countless honors, and to be written into textbooks long after one's death.

If there were a blade nearby, would one not think of killing?

No, the situation for Di Jun and Tai Yi was countless times more severe than that.

Because a math problem is merely a pearl on the crown of human society, and while a crown is precious, its value can still be estimated.

But what Di Jun and Tai Yi were researching was the very foundation of the future Demon Race, a matter concerning whether the entire Demon Race could survive the next massive offensive by the Witch Race.

In human society, this would be equivalent to someone being beaten into a fool just as they were about to achieve controlled nuclear fusion.

However, the trust Di Jun and Tai Yi placed in Baize was unmatched by any other high-ranking member of the Demon Race.

It could be said that when Di Jun and Tai Yi were away, Baize was the steward of the entire Demon Race, a figure capable of acting on behalf of the Emperors.

Therefore, the moment their reason returned, they understood that if something concerning the future and destiny of the entire Demon Race had not occurred, Baize would never have barged in so recklessly.

Sure enough, they immediately heard the terrible news—the Witch Race had left their Ancestral Land.

Although Di Jun and Tai Yi were in seclusion, this did not mean they were ignorant of the outside world.

They knew very well that all the members of the Witch Race had been staying honestly within their Ancestral Land for thirty thousand years.

Just as their Demon Race had been constantly progressing over these thirty thousand years, and just as they were about to complete the Great Array of Origin Heluo and the Great Array of Heavenly Stars, they felt that the Witch Race was likely plotting something major as well.

And now, at the very moment before they had perfected their arrays, the Witch Race had emerged.

Did this mean that the Witch Race, having been silent for thirty thousand years, had already acquired the means to contend with Hongjun?

If they truly had, the next target after Hongjun would inevitably be their Demon Race.

At this, Di Jun and Tai Yi were no longer angry; compared to the future, survival in the present was more important.

In fact, it was not just Di Jun and Tai Yi; with this move by the Witch Race, all the great powers of the Primordial World, and even Hongjun far away in the Purple Heaven Palace within the Inner Chaos, could not help but shift their gazes toward the area outside the Ancestral Land of the Witch Race.

"What does the Witch Race want to do now? It has been a rare thirty thousand years of peace; with the Witch Race leaving their Ancestral Land like this, the Primordial World will be full of trouble again!"

Consistent with the thoughts of Di Jun and Tai Yi, all the great powers of the Primordial World, including Hongjun, believed that the Witch Race must have a major move planned.

A major move was fine, but the major moves of the Witch Race usually stirred up the winds and clouds of the entire Primordial World.

It could only be said that the impression of the Witch Race as the greatest source of instability in the Primordial World, always eager to stir up trouble, had already taken deep root in everyone's hearts.

This gaze and attention could not, of course, be hidden from the perception of the Twelve Ancestral Witches; they could even sense the dissatisfaction, disgust, and even hostility within those gazes.

Zhurong and Gonggong felt immediate anger: "What exactly do these bastards mean by this!"

Before Zhurong and Gonggong could speak further, they were stopped by Zhu Jiuyin at their side: "The two of you, first sense the concentration of turbid energy in the Primordial World as it stands today."

Seeing it was Zhu Jiuyin, Zhurong and Gonggong forcibly restrained themselves and then followed his instruction to sense it.

He laughed, a wide, toothy grin.

As top-tier Innate Demon Gods born from the fusion of Pangu's essence blood and turbid qi, no beings in the entire Primordial World understood turbid qi better than the Ancestral Witches.

Thus, after Zhurong and Gonggong sensed the state of the world for a brief moment, they discovered that the turbid qi in the Primordial World had increased by thirty percent compared to thirty thousand years ago.

If it increased by thirty percent in thirty thousand years, then in three hundred thousand years, it could be thirty or even a hundred times worse.

Extrapolating this to three million years, the turbid qi in the Primordial World might be hundreds or thousands of times what it was now.

How to put this figure into perspective...

Just wait for death; there was no saving it.

Because by then, over thirty percent of the Primordial World's land would become dead zones where spiritual energy vanished, spiritual veins were severed, and turbid qi filled the sky—places where even a Golden Immortal could not survive.

Of course, if this trend were to continue for ten million years, every living creature in the entire Primordial World below the Golden Immortal realm would be wiped out.