If the Turbid Qi were allowed to keep spreading, then in ten million years the Primordial World would become a lifeless wasteland without a trace of spiritual energy, and every living being below the Golden Immortal realm would be wiped out?!
At that moment, even the Three Pure Ones couldn't help but grow frantic.
Although they hadn't yet taken on disciples below the Golden Immortal realm, if the entire Primordial World became a wasteland in ten million years, how could Kunlun Mountain, where they lived, possibly escape the calamity?
At the thought of Kunlun Mountain, where they had lived for countless ages, ending up with no plants, its spiritual energy dispersed, and its spiritual veins severed, how could the Three Pure Ones possibly sit still?
Moreover, as the Three Pure Ones continued their deductions, they discovered that if things kept developing this way for a billion years, no living beings would remain in the Primordial World except the Sages.
At that point, the Three Pure Ones weren't so panicked anymore.
After all, they were quite confident. In a billion years, they would definitely have become Sages.
But immediately afterward, the Three Pure Ones suddenly froze.
They remembered that if they became Sages, they would have to link their true spirits to the Heavenly Dao through the Grandmist Violet Qi. That was also the prerequisite for a Sage's immortality.
But there was a problem: what if the Heavenly Dao died?
If the Heavenly Dao no longer existed, would a Sage still be a Sage?
If they fell from the Sage realm, that meant they would regress to Quasi-Sages. Faced with the Turbid Qi a billion years from now—so terrifying that even Quasi-Sages and Primordial Origin Golden Immortals couldn't overcome it—could Sages in that state still survive?
"Good grief, isn't this just the Immeasurable Tribulation?!"
The Immeasurable Tribulation referred to the end of all tangible and intangible things in the Primordial World, which would return the entire world to Chaos.
In this state, even the Heavenly Dao would perish, and the Sages would be in danger of falling.
Now the Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, and the Two Sages of the West—the six powerful figures who had obtained Grandmist Violet Qi and considered themselves above it all—were panicking too.
When their lives were at stake, even Sages got anxious.
Of course, while the Three Pure Ones were panicking, so were the other powerful figures who had deduced the same outcome.
After all, at this stage, most of the powerful figures were only Daluo Golden Immortals.
And according to their deductions, if the Turbid Qi were allowed to spread, those who hadn't reached the Quasi-Sage realm would be wiped out in three hundred million years.
Now they were truly doomed.
Most of the powerful figures really didn't believe they could break through to the Quasi-Sage realm within three hundred million years.
And even if they managed to break through, so what?
The calamity a billion years from now might be beyond even the Heavenly Dao and the Sages. What about them?
Forget it. No need to say more.
It hurt their pride.
"No, wait!"
"If things really develop this way, the Primordial World won't perish. There's still the Witch Race! The Witch Race was born from Turbid Qi in the first place. If Turbid Qi spreads across the entire Primordial World, it means death for other living beings, but for the Witch Race, at worst, it just means returning to their former state."
"Damn! The Ancestral Witches and the Witch Race are so devious!"
At that moment, Hongjun, the Three Pure Ones, and many other powerful figures all thought of this. They couldn't help cursing the Witch Race in their hearts.
This left Di Jun and Tai Yi utterly dumbfounded.
They had been wondering why the Ancestral Witches had ordered the entire Witch Race to retreat to the Ancestral Land of the Witch Race.
They had never been able to figure it out. But now, when Zhu Jiuyin had openly laid everything out, they understood.
So this was what the Witch Race had been planning.
As long as they could endure these billion years, the entire Primordial World would naturally belong to the Witch Race.
At the thought, Di Jun and Tai Yi, along with the Ten Great Demon Gods and other high-ranking members of the Demon Race, broke out in a cold sweat.
What now? Could this so-called Witch-Demon War even continue?
A billion years! The Witch Race only had to wait another billion years, and victory would be theirs without lifting a finger!
There was no way to fight this. Absolutely no way.
At that moment, the Demon Race's high command lost all their morale.
Even Di Jun, wise and mighty as he was, Nuwa, destined for the Saint Position, and the treacherous Kunpeng were all helpless.
For the first time, from the Heavenly Dao and Hongjun down to the Innate Demon Gods—even the Demon Race, their enemies and rivals—everyone truly understood what the Ancestral Witches and the Witch Race meant to the Primordial World.
Without the Ancestral Witches and the Witch Race, the living beings of the Primordial World would have no foundation to exist!
At that moment, all the living beings of the Primordial World sighed.
"Father God Pangu, you really did favor the Witch Race far too much!"
Indeed, though absorbing Turbid Qi was a responsibility and duty Pangu had entrusted to the Ancestral Witches and the Witch Race, it was also their strongest protective talisman.
Of course, even Pangu probably never imagined that the Witch Race of mythology, despite holding every possible advantage, would meet such a miserable end.
All one could say was that no matter how much the older generation planned and prepared, it was no match for a flash of inspiration from the next generation.
From that perspective, the Ancestral Witches and the Three Pure Ones of Primordial World mythology were both rather inept.
"You're panicking now, but it's too late!"
Although Zhu Jiuyin couldn't see or sense just how anxious Hongjun and the powerful figures of the Primordial World were, he could imagine it.
Zhu Jiuyin wasn't alone in feeling this way. The other Ancestral Witches and some of the Great Witches, now free from the effects of the Turbid Qi, felt the same.
At that moment, the area outside the Ancestral Land of the Witch Race had become a sea of celebration.
"You thought our Witch Race was the root of all evil? Serves you right!"
"Enough. We have more important matters to attend to. Warriors, spread out!"
"We obey Lord Zhu Jiuyin's command!"
At Zhu Jiuyin's order, the gathered members of the Witch Race dispersed, clearing a vast space outside the Ancestral Land of the Witch Race.
Yet this sight made Hongjun and the other powerful figures, who were anxious but had kept their eyes on the Ancestral Witches and the Witch Race, shudder.
"Why Zhu Jiuyin? Shouldn't it be Dijiang? Has the Witch Race changed its leader?"
Puzzled, Hongjun couldn't help using divination to deduce the answer.
Unfortunately, with Pangu Hall and the River of Time jointly suppressing it, Hongjun couldn't calculate anything at all.
"I refuse to believe it!"
Hongjun took out the Jade Plate of Creation.
But this time, something happened that left him utterly stunned.
For the first time since becoming a Sage, when he used the Jade Plate of Creation to deduce someone's fate, he came up with nothing.
"There's something wrong. Something's wrong with this Zhu Jiuyin!"
Indeed, although he couldn't deduce any results, Hongjun immediately understood that there was definitely something unusual about Zhu Jiuyin.
At Hongjun's level, being unable to deduce any information about a living being's future was, in itself, a huge problem.
It was like the most advanced radar, said to be capable of detecting the world's top fighter jets, suddenly discovering an aircraft it couldn't scan or detect. That was obviously serious.
"Perhaps all the changes in the Witch Race now stem from this Zhu Jiuyin!"
Hongjun narrowed his eyes. He had noticed him!
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