The Primordial World

It's beneficial for our upcoming plans.

We just need to borrow him to divert some attention.

He has no idea about the Witch Slaying Sword's scheme, so how could he guess our true intentions?

Taiyi fell silent for a moment before asking, "Merely using the Imperial Son's descent to complete the Witch Slaying Sword's refinement will likely cause them to be stained with a large amount of Karma and Karmic Debt, inevitably drawing them into the Calamity."

"After all, that is my brother's bloodline..."

Di Jun's smile faded upon hearing this.

A moment later, a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes: "If all goes according to plan, once the Witch Slaying Sword is forged, the Witch Clan will completely vanish from the Primordial World!"

"At that time, you and I will rule Heaven and Earth, and by relying on this Merit and the Heavenly Court's destiny, we will attain sainthood. These matters will be of no consequence."

Seeing his elder brother's resolve, Taiyi no longer tried to dissuade him and chose to offer his full support.

After leaving the Heavenly Court.

Lu Tian, using the Demon Race's great formation for continuous teleportation, finally left the Thirty-Third Heaven and returned to the Primordial World.

He sped westward.

With the Spirit Boat's enhancement, his speed was much faster than before. He scaled mountains and crossed rivers, and along the way, he received many system rewards.

After flying for over a thousand years, more than half of the journey was completed.

Unfortunately, he never encountered any top-tier Blessed Lands, and the rewards he received were unremarkable.

Until this day—

Lu Tian suddenly stopped, his brow furrowed.

Recently, the protective jade stones he had gifted to the Human Race had been consecutively destroyed.

The Human Race was weak, so the destruction of the jade stones was normal, but the frequency had been increasing lately.

He had given out hundreds of jade talismans, and more than half had shattered in recent decades, which was more than the total number destroyed in the past twenty thousand years.

This abnormal situation had caught his attention.

At this moment, he sensed someone nearby activating a jade talisman.

Lu Tian decided to investigate.

The Human Race's unusual activity shocked the Three Pure Ones!

How dare a mere Taiyi Golden Immortal's Divine Sense try to show off?

It can be considered your good fortune to have obtained this item.

Alas, how can ants know the immensity of the heavens?

On the barren plains, a demon general with a bird's head and a deer's body held a blood-red jade bottle in his left hand and a soul-binding chain in his right. Demonic winds obscured the surroundings.

Below, the crowd was prostrating themselves before the floating jade talisman.

The human figure that materialized from the jade talisman mechanically performed a spell, but it was shattered by the demon general's palm—as a descendant of the Demon Saint Fei Lian, he, at the peak of Taiyi, could crush this Divine Sense with no effort.

The blood-red jade bottle was inverted, and hundreds of humans instantly dissolved into flesh and blood, their souls turning into blood threads that flowed into the bottle's opening.

Bullying mortals, is this the way of a Demon Saint's descendant?

A cold voice rang out as the demon general only caught a glimpse of a blade of light flashing before his body and soul were annihilated.

The survivors kowtowed profusely, but Lu Tian gazed at the jade bottle he had obtained—this crude magical artifact wasn't even a low-grade Spiritual Treasure, but the surging blood sea within made his pupils contract.

Lu Tian looked up; the jade bottle had already devoured at least a million lives!

Even so, the space within the bottle was only one-tenth full.

It seemed the one refining this item was not satisfied with even a million drops of essence blood.

What use did human essence blood and souls have?

Recalling the legends of the Primordial World, three words suddenly flashed through Lu Tian's mind—

Witch Slaying Sword!

In the past, the Demon Race slaughtered humans to forge this sword to fight against the Witch Clan!

This demon before him was of Fei Lian's kin, a core confidant.

Sending such an important official down to collect essence blood made his intention clear.

No wonder these frequent jade-shattering anomalies had been occurring...

They didn't even spare scattered migrating humans...

One could imagine the casualties in the Human Race's settlements must be even greater.

The crowd below the mountain continued to kowtow piously to Lu Tian.

Twenty thousand years had passed.

They were no longer the same group who had been favored by Lu Tian and migrated west back then.

Although cultivation methods were passed down, the first generation of the Human Race had long since turned to dust, and it was now an unknown number of generations later.

Yet, Lu Tian's appearance remained etched in their bloodline.

Looking at this group of people, Lu Tian suddenly began to scheme.

Currently, the Demon Race was refining the Witch Slaying Sword, and the Human Race had suffered heavy losses—

The Three Pure Ones, who held the Human Race's destiny, must surely know of this.

Since they were standing by and doing nothing, why not...

Take this opportunity to secretly transfer some of the Human Race westward. It likely wouldn't attract attention.

Previously, he had been hesitant to act due to fear of being held accountable by the Three Pure Ones, but now that they tacitly allowed the loss of destiny, they shouldn't investigate their destination too deeply.

The more he thought about it, the more feasible this plan seemed.

Even if it were discovered, he would have an excuse: he would simply say he pitied the Human Race and was unaware of the matter concerning destiny.

Speaking of pity—

Lu Tian did indeed have some old feelings for the Human Race.

But having survived in the Primordial World for tens of thousands of years, the law of the jungle had long been ingrained in his bones.

If he could benefit himself without harming others, what was the harm in lending a hand?

He descended from the clouds and said solemnly, "In the past twenty thousand years, have you followed my instructions and continued to migrate west?"

The human immortal at the forefront hurriedly kowtowed, "Your immortal's decree cannot be disobeyed. We have migrated west for generations without daring to stop!

It's just that our cultivation is low, and there are still ordinary old and young in the clan. Our progress is slow... We haven't even reached halfway yet."

Lu Tian nodded slightly.

He originally didn't know the progress of the Witch-Demon Calamity, and his intention was to let them proceed slowly.

Time was long; ten thousand years, a million years, were but a fleeting moment.

"Have you made offerings to the Western Teachings?"

"Replying to the immortal, we burn incense and worship daily. It's just that we don't understand the doctrines and the names of the leaders very well. We hope the immortal can guide us."

Lu Tian lowered his head, feigning emotion.

The act had to be convincing.

"Alas, in the past, I was just like you..."

"Never mind, let's not talk about the past."

"Since your hearts are sincere, I will give you an opportunity. Are you willing to travel west with me?"

The human cultivators were stunned, then prostrated themselves and kowtowed like rain, "Willing! We are willing to follow the immortal!"

For the Human Race, The East and the West made no difference.

Surviving and living a good life were the fundamentals!

With the protection of a compassionate immortal like Lu Tian, traveling west would be even safer. What a good thing!

Lu Tian's lips curved into a slight smile.

With a flick of his sleeve, he swept everyone into the space within the Flying Boat's cabin and settled them properly.

Then, he urged the Flying Boat westward, traveling and sightseeing along the way.

He searched for Blessed Lands while "accidentally" encountering members of the Human Race.

Those who caught his eye were brought into the boat.

Three thousand years flowed by. When the Flying Boat reappeared at Two Realms Mountain, The cabin was already carrying over a million souls!

If they were allowed to take root and multiply in the West, Within ten thousand years, a brilliant civilization would surely be born!

However—

As Lu Tian crossed the dividing mountain range, Inside the Eight Sceneries Palace on Kunlun, Dao De Tianzun suddenly opened his eyes!

He sensed that, In addition to the Human Race destiny devoured by the Demon Race, Another stream of destiny was strangely flowing towards the West!

The Sage's perception was as sharp as a needle:

The calamity of the Witch-Demon was a predetermined fate by the Heavenly Dao, The westward flow of destiny was clearly manipulated by someone!

His gaze pierced through the void, Reaching the other side of the mountain range—

"Lu Tian?"

"Why is he leading the Human Race west?"

"Is this Jieyin and Zhunti's scheme?"

Dao De Tianzun's expression turned ashen.

He immediately sent a message to Yuanshi and Tongtian:

"Hurry to Two Realms Mountain!"

Three streaks of holy light shot up from Kunlun, Instantly spanning the sky, And blocking the flying boat in the clouds!

The flying boat hovered, And blocking their path were the true bodies of the Three Pure Ones, the Sages!

The Sages' personal appearance showed the importance of the Human Race's destiny.

Lu Tian had ultimately underestimated the Sages' power!

He had originally thought the Three Pure Ones wouldn't care about such a trivial loss; after all, compared to the Demon Race, the depletion of destiny was but a drop in the ocean.

But the Three Pure Ones had sensed it and arrived in an instant.

Lu Tian hurriedly stepped out of the flying boat and respectfully bowed to the Three Pure Ones.

"Lu Tian, greets my three senior uncles."

Facing Sages, one must bow when it's time to bow.

"Nephew Lu, why are you returning to the West with these humans?"

Dao De Tianzun asked first.

Lu Tian sighed deeply.

"To tell you the truth, Senior Uncle, when I went to Kunlun Mountain back then, I was moved by the Human Race's resilience and offered a little help."

"On my way back west this time, I happened upon the Demon Race slaughtering humans, and I couldn't bear it, so I intervened to save them."

"Seeing these humans, I felt as if I saw my past self—when I traveled from the West to the East seeking the Dao, I was also bullied due to my low cultivation..."

His voice choked with emotion, and his expression turned somber.

The Three Pure Ones fell silent for a moment.

This scene felt strangely familiar.

Lu Tian kept his head down, not daring to look up.

He feared he might let out a laugh if he wasn't careful.

Compared to his two Masters, he was still lacking.

But facing the scheme to seize Human Race destiny, and in front of the Three Pure Ones, he had to employ the Western Teachings' signature skill.

"Good disciple, you have my sympathies!"

A mournful cry echoed from the horizon, and two streams of light arrived instantly, shielding Lu Tian behind them.

Master had arrived.

Lu Tian secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The pressure of facing the Three Pure Ones was like a sharp blade on his back; a single misstep could lead to eternal damnation!

Zhunti placed a hand on Lu Tian's shoulder, his eyes welling up with tears:

"It is truly rare to endure hardship and still possess kindness."

Lu Tian gazed into his Master's eyes, secretly admiring—

This act of compassion for the world was truly masterful.

Dao De Tianzun's expression remained grim: "Lu Tian, regardless of the reason, if you immediately send the humans back, we can let this matter pass."

He then turned to Jieyin and Zhunti, his tone sharp:

"You two should know that the Human Race is crucial to the calamity, and you cannot act so recklessly!"

"I say this for your own good too; if you get caught in the Witch-Demon killing tribulation, it will be too late to regret it."

Jieyin and Zhunti's faces turned cold upon hearing this.

"Are you lecturing this humble monk, fellow Daoist?"

"How my disciple is disciplined is not for outsiders to comment on!"

A cold glint flashed in Jieyin's eyes, and the pressure around him suddenly surged, causing the western sky's phenomena to change drastically!

Zhunti's expression instantly turned grim. His chest heaved violently, and he said in a hoarse voice, "This humble monk has always been compassionate. Seeing the Human Race in distress, I felt unbearable pity. What's wrong with lending a small hand? Are you going to obstruct me even in this, fellow Daoist?"

"Alas, my Western spiritual veins are all destroyed, resources are depleted, and it has long since become a barren land..."

The two sang in harmony, leaving the Taiqing Daoist speechless.

Lu Tian watched his two Masters' masterful acting, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes.

As the saying goes, the older the ginger, the spicier it is.

Compared to his Masters, he was still too green.

The Taiqing Daoist's hands trembled slightly within his sleeves.

Zhunti had been putting on an act earlier, but now he was genuinely angered.

This trio of Master and disciples, none of them were easy to deal with!

"I must take these people away today!" he stated resolutely. "Since you two are Sages of the Heavenly Dao, how can you not know the importance of the Calamity? If you insist on obstructing me, do not blame my three brothers and me for settling this with a real fight!"

"Importance?" Jieyin raised an eyebrow mockingly.

As a Sage whose heart was one with the Heavenly Dao, he naturally knew the weight of the Human Race in the Calamity.

But these million souls were but a drop in the ocean for the Human Race!

Taiqing's words were high-sounding, but it was merely that he didn't want the West to share in the destiny.

Although he hadn't fully grasped the Human Race's profound mystery, seeing Taiqing's nervousness, Lu Tian had inadvertently secured a great opportunity for the West!