Compromise! Zhu Jiuyin Obtains the Kongtong Seal

Hiss...

At this moment, Hongjun gasped.

For the first time, he was truly frightened by Zhu Jiuyin and the Witch Race.

He had always known that the Ancestral Witches and the Witch Race were constantly absorbing the Turbid Qi of the Primordial World. It could be said that without them, the Primordial World would have gradually turned into a dead zone completely covered in Turbid Qi, a place where even a Sage might not be able to survive.

However, Hongjun never imagined that he had still underestimated the Ancestral Witches and the Witch Race.

At this moment, when Zhu Jiuyin revealed the Witch Race's trump card, Hongjun was genuinely afraid.

It wasn't just Hongjun; even the Heavenly Dao was stunned.

This was because whether it was the Heavenly Dao or Hongjun, a slight premonition told them that Zhu Jiuyin's words were actually true.

Thinking about it, it made sense.

What was the origin of the Ancestral Witches?

They were formed from the fusion of Pangu's essence blood and the origin of the Primordial World's Turbid Qi.

It could be said that every Ancestral Witch possessed the authority to detonate a portion of the Primordial World's Turbid Qi, which meant that every Ancestral Witch was a ticking time bomb capable of blowing up a significant part of the Primordial World.

Once the twelve Ancestral Witches, along with the entire Witch Race, detonated the Turbid Qi of the Primordial World, there would be no need to wait tens of millions of years. The Primordial World would be completely shrouded in endless Turbid Qi immediately, and within three days, every living being below the level of a Sage would perish.

What was even more terrifying was that the Six Sages of the Heavenly Dao had not even taken their positions yet.

In other words, if the Ancestral Witches and the Witch Race really did this, Hongjun might be the only one left in the entire Primordial World.

This...

It could be said that by then, the Heavenly Dao and Hongjun would be dead as well.

At this moment, Hongjun desperately wanted to say, "Do you Ancestral Witches dare to do this? Are you not afraid that Pangu will blame you for destroying the world he sacrificed his life to create?

Furthermore, the Great Dao would absolutely never allow such a thing to happen!"

But upon closer reflection, Hongjun felt that saying such things was ridiculous.

If the Ancestral Witches weren't even afraid of death, would they fear Pangu's blame?

More importantly, Pangu might actually admire such a character of "rather be a shattered jade than an intact tile."

As a Chaos Being, how could Hongjun not know what kind of personality Pangu had?

As for the Great Dao...

Hmm... If the Heavenly Dao could risk the destruction of the Western World to scheme against the Witch Race, why couldn't the Witch Race risk the extinction of all life in the Primordial World to oppose the Heavenly Dao and him, Hongjun?

The Great Dao being impartial was not just empty words.

"Speak, what exactly do you want!"

Hongjun finally conceded.

"I want the Kongtong Seal and the Human-Creating Whip!"

"What are you saying!"

Hongjun nearly jumped up.

On one hand, he was shocked that Zhu Jiuyin knew of the existence of the Kongtong Seal and the Human-Creating Whip; on the other, he was dissatisfied that Zhu Jiuyin dared to make such an outrageous demand, even asking for the Kongtong Seal and the Human-Creating Whip!

"Impossible, absolutely impossible! Since you know of the Kongtong Seal and the Human-Creating Whip, you should know even better that they not only carry thirty percent of the Human Race's luck, but also possess the authority to depose or enthrone Human Emperors in the future.

If I give the Kongtong Seal and the Human-Creating Whip to you, how is that any different from letting you control the Human Race? This is absolutely out of the question!"

Hongjun did not hesitate to firmly object.

"Then I have nothing more to say. Regardless, I am determined to have the Kongtong Seal and the Human-Creating Whip!"

Zhu Jiuyin did not want to back down, remaining firm to the end.

At this moment, Hongjun felt a bit uncertain.

Looking into Zhu Jiuyin's eyes, which were as deep and mysterious as the Primordial Starry Sky, Hongjun truly dared not guarantee that Zhu Jiuyin wouldn't dare to blow up the Primordial World.

Hongjun sighed.

"The Human-Creating Whip cannot be given; it is the proof of Nuwa's status as the Mother of the Human Race and her instrument for attaining the Dao. The Kongtong Seal, however, can be given, along with fifteen percent of the Human Race's luck attached to it!"

"This is the bottom line for me and the Heavenly Dao. If you do not agree, then go ahead and blow it up!"

Zhu Jiuyin also knew that if he continued to push, the negotiations would truly collapse.

In fact, being able to obtain the Kongtong Seal was already an unexpected joy.

After all, the fifteen percent of the Human Race's luck was not the point; the important thing was that by possessing the Kongtong Seal, the Witch Race would have the authority to depose and enthrone Human Emperors.

Of course, although the Kongtong Seal was powerful, it was still somewhat inferior to the Human-Creating Whip.

After all, the Kongtong Seal symbolized supreme power, but the Human-Creating Whip symbolized the foundation of the Human Race.

The Kongtong Seal could only depose or enthrone Human Emperors, but the Human-Creating Whip could truly kill them.

As for why Nuwa did not bring out the Human-Creating Whip to kill and humiliate Di Xin during the Investiture of the Gods, it could only be that the Heavenly Dao and Humanity Dao intervened and did not allow her to act. The "two streaks of red light" in the original text were likely the interference of the wills of the Heavenly Dao and Humanity Dao.

This was also why Hongjun ultimately agreed to hand the Kongtong Seal over to Zhu Jiuyin.

Did you really think a single seal could handle something as monumental as deposing or enthroning a Human Emperor?

Without the permission of the Heavenly Dao and the approval of the Humanity Dao, the Kongtong Seal is merely an ordinary Top-Grade Innate Spiritual Treasure.

It is much like the Imperial Seal of the Realm in later ages; surely no one would truly believe that possessing the Imperial Seal makes one a real emperor.

In the end, strength is the foundation, and the Imperial Seal is nothing more than icing on the cake.

But consider this: if one day Zhu Jiuyin or the Witch Race were to become so powerful that their mere words forced the Heavenly Dao and the Humanity Dao to compromise, that would be when the true power of the Kongtong Seal would manifest.

Conversely, in the myths of the Primordial World, this Kongtong Seal ultimately fell into the hands of Laozi.

Yet, Laozi could only use it to canonize the Three Sovereigns and to share in and suppress the Human Race's fortune he held; he could do nothing more.

If one were to imagine that Laozi could truly depose or enthrone a Human Emperor simply by relying on the Kongtong Seal, then during the Tribulation of the Investiture of the Gods, it would not have been the Jie Sect that held the greatest power, but the Human Sect that reigned supreme.

"Fine, the Kongtong Seal plus fifteen percent of the Humanity Dao's fortune, I will give it now! The karma of you and the Heavenly Dao coming to my doorstep shall end here!"

"Agreed!"

Hongjun was not a man of hesitation; he immediately pulled a purple-gold mysterious jade from his robes and tossed it to Zhu Jiuyin.

Zhu Jiuyin caught the Kongtong Seal and examined it carefully. He saw nine dragons coiled together at the knob, their scales distinct and their presence magnificent. On the four sides of the seal were the phantom images of the three Human Sovereigns, the five Human Emperors, a depiction of the creation of all things, and a scene of farming and harvesting the five grains.

Zhu Jiuyin understood: "It is worthy of being the supreme treasure of the Human Race, the Kongtong Seal. The Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors represent the beginning of the Human Race's prosperity, while creation and cultivation are the foundations upon which the Human Race stands."

Seeing that Zhu Jiuyin had accepted the Kongtong Seal, Hongjun could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Zhu Jiuyin, you and the Witch Race had best behave yourselves. Remember, the great trend of the Heavenly Dao cannot be changed."

"The great trend cannot be changed—does that mean you and the Heavenly Dao still intend to annihilate my Witch Race?"

Hongjun's expression shifted slightly, but he did not know what to say.

Indeed, from the moment Zhu Jiuyin began to change things, the so-called great trend of the Heavenly Dao had already become a joke.

"A variable, indeed!"

Hongjun sighed inwardly and silently faded away.

Zhu Jiuyin watched Hongjun's disappearing back with a cold gaze and tossed the Kongtong Seal in his hand: "This game of chess still has moves to be played!"