The First Unlucky Egg is Born, Jie Yin and Zhun Ti's Grief and Despair

Zhurong left, and at the same time, the conversation he had with Zhu Jiuyin was once again intentionally spread by Zhu Jiuyin throughout the entire Witch Race.

Clearly, what Zhu Jiuyin said to Zhurong was not only meant for Zhurong as an Ancestral Witch, but also for the billions of members of the entire Witch Race.

This was Zhu Jiuyin's management style.

Walk the righteous path, employ open schemes, and treat the clansmen as human beings.

Facts proved that open schemes were the hardest things to crack.

Zhu Jiuyin was not even afraid of the great powers of the outside world, or even Hongjun, knowing about these matters.

I've just decided to lie flat, so what are you going to do about it?

In any case, with the Pangu Hall—a Chaos Spiritual Treasure with maxed-out defensive capabilities—in existence, as long as the Witch Race did not court death themselves, they were inherently in an invincible position.

He remembered that in the lower reaches of the River of Time, a human named Confucius once wrote a sentence in the Analects: "The passing of time is like this river, never ceasing day or night."

Of course, this sentence was not important; what was important was his interpretation of those "white-skinned monkeys" from later eras, which he found quite interesting—as long as a smart person stands on the bank and does nothing, they can watch the corpses of their enemies float by day and night.

Lying flat is another form of endurance, and even more so, a form of waiting.

Endurance means being open-minded and holding one's ground.

One day, the living beings of the Primordial World would know the consequences of the absence of the Witch Race.

One day, he would make Hongjun of the Heavenly Dao come to the outside of the Ancestral Land of the Witch Race in person and respectfully invite them back to the Primordial World.

In fact, Zhu Jiuyin did not need to wait too long.

Once the Ancestral Witches and the Witch Race stopped absorbing the Turbid Qi of the Primordial World, the first unlucky soul had actually already appeared.

The West!

"It's over, it's over! Why is our West so unlucky? It's over!"

Zhun Ti felt the increasingly thick Turbid Qi outside Mount Sumeru and could not help but sigh up to the heavens.

Beside him, Jie Yin, who already had a face of bitter misery, now looked even more wretched.

There was no help for it; just as when a flood arrives, it always breaks through the weakest points of defense first.

Now that the Witch Race was no longer absorbing Turbid Qi, the Turbid Qi of the entire Primordial World began to spread more and more.

Turbid Qi was something that was clearly the opposite of spiritual energy.

Therefore, the places where spiritual energy was most abundant were naturally less affected by Turbid Qi at this stage.

But conversely, those places with the least spiritual energy suffered the most.

Clearly, in the entire Primordial World, when it came to the place with the least spiritual energy, who could compare to the Western World, which had been nearly shattered by Luo Hou's self-detonation during the Dao-Demon War?

So, ever since they returned to the Western World after attending the Dao Discussion Assembly at the Demon Race's Heavenly Court, Jie Yin and Zhun Ti were left completely dumbfounded.

It had only been ten thousand years; how could everything be fine when they left, but upon returning, the Western World looked like a terminally ill patient who had been beaten to a pulp and left paralyzed?

To put it this way, although the spiritual energy of the Western World was scarce before, there was at least some.

But after Jie Yin and Zhun Ti left for ten thousand years and returned, it was completely ruined.

To say nothing else, except for Mount Sumeru, where the innate spiritual energy was still relatively abundant due to the formations guarded by the two of them, the innate spiritual energy outside Mount Sumeru in the Western World had completely vanished.

This also meant that from now on, there would never again be any living beings born in the Western World with a foundation higher than that of an Innate Being.

After all, with the innate spiritual energy gone, those Innate Beings and even Innate Demon Gods who were still gestating were just like infants in the womb who suddenly lacked oxygen—they had become stillborn!

At that moment, Zhun Ti collapsed to the ground and wailed; to the eyes of someone from a later era, one might say—he looked even more heartbroken than if his own parents had died.

Of course, theoretically, Zhun Ti had no parents.

Zhun Ti was crying, but Jie Yin was different.

At that moment, it was as if all the light had faded from Jie Yin's eyes. He just stood there, motionless, and even when Yaoshi and Maitreya beside him kowtowed until their heads bled, he remained indifferent.

Of course, whether it was sadness or grief, Jie Yin and Zhun Ti were, after all, great powers at the mid-stage of the Quasi-Sage realm; even if their Dao hearts were truly shattered, they were unlikely to fall into the danger of becoming possessed by inner demons.

So, in the end, they pulled themselves together.

It must be said that for Jie Yin and Zhun Ti to be ranked among the Six Sages of the Heavenly Dao and later become the biggest winners, they possessed great perseverance and great wisdom.

On one hand, they hurriedly strengthened the protective formation outside Mount Sumeru, and besides reinforcing the defense, they also increased Mount Sumeru's ability to draw in innate spiritual energy from the starry sky of the Primordial World.

After all, if the innate spiritual energy on the ground was insufficient, they would just have to make do with the innate spiritual energy from the starry sky first.

As for whether Di Jun, Tai Yi, and the Demon Race had any objections, Jie Yin and Zhun Ti could not afford to care about that anymore.

One must know that without the replenishment of external innate spiritual energy, Mount Sumeru would be like a pond without a source of fresh water; the innate spiritual energy within would be like water in a pond—diminishing day by day until it eventually dried up completely.

After settling the interior of Mount Sumeru, Jie Yin and Zhun Ti hurriedly used their great divine powers to scan the entire Western World as quickly as possible, then saved as many of the remaining Innate Beings and the few Innate Demon Gods as they could, transferring them into Mount Sumeru.

It was not that Jie Yin and Zhun Ti were kind-hearted; rather, these Innate Beings and the few Innate Demon Gods were already the best foundation and hope for the Western World.

If these Innate Beings and Innate Demon Gods were gone, then there would be no need to talk about the "Great Prosperity" of the Western World from then on.

Most importantly, the reason Jie Yin and Zhun Ti were able to be ranked among the Six Sages of the Heavenly Dao was because they had performed great meritorious deeds in the process of repairing the Western ley lines and spiritual veins, and eliminating the Sha Qi and Turbid Qi of the West, thereby obtaining the Heavenly Dao status of "Lord of the West."

Therefore, while the Three Pure Ones succeeded due to their origins and Nuwa succeeded by creating humanity, upon what did the Two Sages of the West rely to achieve sainthood? They relied on this immense merit and the Heavenly Dao status of Lord of the West.

Thus, whether out of practical interests or considerations for the future, Jie Yin and Zhun Ti had to minimize the losses of the Western World as much as possible.

It was a pity, however, that after busying themselves all the way, Jie Yin and Zhun Ti only felt more desperate.

In the past, with the Witch Race absorbing the Turbid Qi, they had not felt it, assuming that they could resolve the Sha Qi and Turbid Qi of the Western World solely on their own.

Now that the Witch Race had laid flat, they finally realized that without the Witch Race—the absolute main force for absorbing Turbid Qi—taking action, the speed at which they absorbed Turbid Qi and Sha Qi did not even reach one-tenth of the speed at which the Western World generated it.

Seeing that there was no other way, Zhun Ti suddenly had an idea.

"Senior Brother, why don't we go and beg those Ancestral Witches? Surely, as long as we are willing to cast aside our pride, they will give these two future Sages at least a little bit of face, right?"

Jie Yin, however, shook his head: "Junior Brother, do you remember that when you were at the Demon Race Heavenly Court, you spoke quite a few ill words about the Ancestral Witches and the Witch Race, and they were quite excessive at that.

Do you think the Ancestral Witches might have heard these words?"