Kunpeng's Words Confuse All Beings, The Witch Race Will Lie Flat From Now On

It must be said, Kunpeng was truly worthy of the man who would one day be revered as the "Demon Master."

When he spoke these words, he intentionally channeled his great magic power, ensuring that a good portion of the living beings across the Primordial World heard his declaration.

Of course, what he did not know was that upon witnessing Kunpeng's actions, Hongjun, though his expression remained impassive, nodded inwardly with satisfaction. He then casually lent a hand to amplify the message, so that without Kunpeng even realizing it, those words had blanketed the entire Primordial World.

Not only that, but Hongjun also feigned a sudden, heavy sigh: "The Ancestral Witches and the Witch Race were formed from the fusion of Father God Pangu's essence blood and the Turbid Qi of the Primordial World. They were born with great merit and must not be moved against lightly."

Good heavens, in the span of that single question and answer between Kunpeng and Hongjun, the reputation of the Witch Race throughout the Primordial World was thoroughly dragged through the mud, and they were simultaneously branded by all living beings as the source of chaos.

There was no helping it; the most immediate thought for the vast majority of beings was that no matter how bold Kunpeng might be, he would never dare to lie in front of Hongjun, the "Dao Ancestor."

As a Sage and the universally recognized "Dao Ancestor" of the Primordial World—the most powerful entity currently in existence, capable of shattering the True Form of Pangu with a single palm—Hongjun had no reason to lie about such a matter.

Since Kunpeng dared not lie and Hongjun had no need to, did that not prove that the claim of the Witch Race "feeding on the living beings of the Primordial World" was true?

Among all living things, who would ever want to be eaten?

Every being who heard these words was, at that moment, pondering a single question: if the Witch Race continued to grow, would they have any path to survival left?

Yet, no one could have guessed that at this very moment, Hongjun was smiling slightly to himself: I, the old Dao, did not lie. The Ancestral Witches and the Witch Race do indeed possess great merit, and they truly should not be moved against lightly.

Having achieved his desired effect, Hongjun's figure flickered, and he departed the Witch-Demon Battlefield, feeling thoroughly satisfied.

However, no one saw that the moment Hongjun left, a ray of mysterious light, condensed from the Jade Plate of Creation, inadvertently slipped into Di Jun's River Map and Luo Scroll.

"Di Jun and Tai Yi were born from the Sun Star. In the Primordial World, they possess the most direct bloodline of Pangu, second only to the Three Pure Ones and the Ancestral Witches. Yet, their current strength falls far too short of the Ancestral Witches. I have now sealed the embryonic forms of the Great Array of Origin Heluo and the Great Array of Heavenly Stars within the River Map and Luo Scroll. With Di Jun's aptitude, it should not be difficult for him to comprehend these two great arrays within one epoch."

"With the Great Array of Origin Heluo and the Great Array of Heavenly Stars, the next time the Demon Race and the Witch Race clash, I expect they will no longer face a situation of being completely crushed."

Clearly, Hongjun was engineering a balance between the Demon Race and the Witch Race.

On the other side, since the conversation between Hongjun and Kunpeng had been heard by all the beings of the Primordial World, it was naturally impossible to exclude the Ancestral Witches and the Witch Race.

The Ancestral Witches simply lacked Primordial Spirits and did not understand the ways of Heaven, but that never meant they were fools.

Therefore, they were well aware of the impact that the dialogue between Kunpeng and Hongjun would have on the Witch Race.

In that moment, they suddenly felt an unprecedented chill and a sense of crisis rising from the depths of their hearts.

"From this day forth, our Witch Race will become the target of all!"

This was Houtu's lament.

Following that came the scene at the very beginning of this book: the Ancestral Witch Hall was filled with angry curses directed at Hongjun, with fear and confusion hidden beneath the rage.

There was no help for it; although the Witch Race fought against Heaven and Earth and revered only Pangu, not the Heavenly Dao, how could any living being be entirely without fear?

The current situation was that Hongjun's strength had surpassed the upper limit of what the Witch Race could resist. At the same time, Zhu Jiuyin, the Ancestral Witch who mastered the Law of Time, had declared—in a manner that was almost like showing his hand—that he did not favor the Witch Race in their struggle for hegemony against the Demon Race.

When Houtu once again gathered the gazes of all the Ancestral Witches present onto Zhu Jiuyin, Zhu Jiuyin simply smiled.

He swept his gaze over the Ancestral Witches, who had reached a consensus to entrust the highest decision-making power to him, and asked in return: "Big brother, and my younger brothers and sisters, are you afraid?"

Upon hearing this question, Ancestral Witches like Zhurong and Qiangliang had instinctively prepared to shout defiantly, but when they met Zhu Jiuyin's eyes—deep and silent like the Primordial Starry Sky—their heated emotions were instantly doused as if by a bucket of cold water.

In that moment, the entire Pangu Hall fell into absolute silence.

Clearly, the silence of the Ancestral Witches had already provided the answer to the question.

Unexpectedly, Zhu Jiuyin burst into laughter: "If you're afraid, then you're afraid! There's no shame in that!"

The Ancestral Witches looked at Zhu Jiuyin once more, like lost travelers suddenly catching sight of the North Star hanging high in the sky.

Zhu Jiuyin said with a smile: "In fact, it is only natural to be afraid."

"In the past, we always felt that as the beings formed from Father God's essence blood, we were the most direct descendants of Father God Pangu, born noble. Thus, we believed that we were the only ones fit to control and manage the entire Primordial World."

"But now, Hongjun and the Heavenly Dao have told us with iron-clad facts that we Ancestral Witches are not as powerful or as uniquely favored as we imagined. Not only that, but we have reached a point that is nearly a dead end."

"Think about it: we face the wariness and suppression of the Heavenly Dao and Hongjun from above, and the resistance and confrontation of the Demon Race from without. Now, with the conversation between Kunpeng and Hongjun, I fear that the beings of the Primordial World have already developed hatred and a desire to oppose our Witch Race."

"Under these circumstances, if we continue to fight for hegemony against the Demon Race, do we have even the slightest chance of victory?"

"Or, perhaps you can tell me: when our Witch Race stands in opposition to the entire Primordial World, how are we to win?"

This was the first time Zhu Jiuyin had pointed out the dire situation of the Witch Race in such a blunt and extreme manner.

Precisely because of this, even Houtu's expression changed drastically.

After all, even Houtu, the strategist, and Dijiang, the leader, had never dissected the plight of the Witch Race to this extent, nor had they spoken of it in such stark terms.

Now, Dijiang and Houtu finally understood why Zhu Jiuyin had not clarified all of this before.

Could they not see that even now, several Ancestral Witches were filled with disbelief, even feeling that Zhu Jiuyin's words were alarmist?

If this had been several epochs ago, before they had experienced the blow of this crushing defeat, it was likely that even the two of them would have shared the same thoughts as those few Ancestral Witches.

Which Ancestral Witch would be willing to believe that the Witch Race, formed from the essence blood of Pangu and originally destined for nobility, would fall to such a state?

Was this not a tragedy in itself?

Houtu was, after all, Houtu. She asked the most crucial question: "What should we do?"

Zhu Jiuyin swept his gaze over the gathered Ancestral Witches, then said with an exceptionally firm tone: "I stand by my words: from this day forward, our Witch Race will lie flat!"