The War of Witches and Demons Begins

"Congratulations, Fellow Daoist Houtu," Bai Jing said with a smile.

Only then did the Ancestral Witches snap out of their daze and offer Houtu their congratulations.

Just as everyone was immersed in the joy of Houtu condensing her Primordial Spirit, a sudden change occurred outside Pangu Hall. The sky abruptly darkened.

Kuafu hurried inside to report what was happening outside.

Bai Jing and the Twelve Ancestral Witches left Pangu Hall and looked up, only to discover that the sky had already been shrouded by dense demonic qi.

"Looks like Dijun and Taiyi, those two mangy birds, can't wait to come and die!" Di Jiang said coldly.

Zhurong, who had the fiercest temper, flew into a rage at once. "The Demon Race is simply courting death! We haven't even gone up to Heavenly Court to deal with them, yet they dare attack us first? Big Brother, we have to show them some colors this time!"

"Don't worry. Since they dare come seeking death, I naturally won't let them off."

"Fellow Daoists, do you need this poor Daoist to make a move?" Bai Jing asked, turning back.

Di Jiang immediately waved off Bai Jing's goodwill. "No need. Brother Bai Jing, just watch. If our Witch Clan can't even handle the Demon Race, what right do we have to form an alliance with you?"

Hearing that, Bai Jing said no more. The Witch Clan had its own pride. Since Di Jiang had said he did not need help, Bai Jing would simply watch, at most holding the line from the side.

Di Jiang looked up at the Demon Race army above, whose momentum blotted out the sky and covered the earth, then snorted coldly. "Kuafu, Yi, gather the warriors of every tribe. Since the Demon Race dares to come, don't let them think of returning. Other than children, have every clansman prepare for battle. This time, leave them all here!"

The two Great Witches accepted their orders and immediately went to gather the Witch Clan's warriors.

Before long, countless Witch Clan experts emerged with weapons in hand, either stepping out of their homes or returning from Mount Buzhou and the fields.

Soon, the Witch Clan army had assembled. Faced with the coming great battle, there was not the slightest hint of retreat in the warriors' eyes—only soaring battle intent.

As the Witch Clan warriors gathered, terrifying Sha Qi swept across heaven and earth, with the Twelve Ancestral Witches at its head.

"Witch!"

"Witch!"

"Witch!"

The Witch Clan's roar rang out in unison. The sound shook heaven and earth, carrying boundless surging Sha Qi as it directly scattered the demonic qi that had blotted out the sky and covered the earth!

Above the Witch Clan, the demonic qi dispersed by the Sha Qi revealed countless Demon Race troops.

At the very front of the Demon Race army, Dijun revealed himself. He held the River Chart and Luo Script, wore golden battle armor, and kept one hand behind his back, displaying the peerless imperial majesty and domineering aura of the Lord of Heavenly Court.

At Dijun's sides stood Donghuang Taiyi, the Chaos Bell cradled in his palm, and Fuxi, likewise standing with his hands behind his back.

Kunpeng, the Ten Demon Sages, and the other Demon Sages and great demons stood behind the three Demon Sovereigns.

Behind those great demons stood tens of millions of Demon Race troops! Compared to their previous assault on Dongwang Gong, the Demon Race had truly brought out all its reserves this time!

On the Witch Clan's side, however, Di Jiang's face was full of disdain. He had thought the Demon Race would be formidable. Was this all they had?

And they dared call themselves the protagonists of heaven and earth?

The rest of the Witch Clan was equally fired up, impatient to launch a charge against the Demon Race at once.

The Witch Clan warriors stood upon the Primordial World's earth, while the Demon Race army stood amid demonic clouds in the sky. The nearly tangible demonic qi cascading down from above and the Sha Qi surging upstream from below collided and wore each other away without end between the two races, forming a magnificent spectacle.

This scene was merely a spectacle to Hunyuan Golden Immortals and quasi-sages like Bai Jing. But if a cultivator below the Da Luo Golden Immortal realm carelessly fell into it, they would likely be swallowed by the momentum of the two races in an instant, dying with body and soul extinguished on the spot!

Watching the two forces confronting each other above and below, Bai Jing felt a measure of emotion. Originally, the War of Witches and Demons should have begun during the second lecture at Zixiao Palace. Because of his intervention, it had not erupted until one cosmic cycle after the third lecture at Zixiao Palace.

After being delayed for so long, both the Witch and Demon races had grown considerably stronger.

By the time Bai Jing had taken form, the Dragon-Han Calamity had ended who knew how long ago. Though he had never witnessed how terrifying that calamity had been, the two races now had all their reserves on display. Such a formation should have been even more terrifying than the War of the Three Clans back then!

Setting aside Ancestral Dragon, Ancestral Phoenix, and Ancestral Qilin—those three beings at the peak of the Hunyuan Golden Immortal realm—the Witch and Demon races of today had already surpassed the dragon, phoenix, and qilin clans in strength.

This Witch-Demon Calamity would most likely be the largest war in the history of the Primordial World thus far!

After an unknown length of time, thunderous war drums suddenly sounded in the sky. Once the drums had boomed for a while, Dijun stepped forward and said, "Di Jiang, after hiding in the west for so long, you Twelve Ancestral Witches finally dare return?"

Facing Dijun's provocation, Di Jiang immediately fired back without mercy. "Isn't it because you mangy bird have grown too arrogant? You even killed such a good old man as Dongwang Gong. We brothers couldn't bear to watch any longer, so we came to slaughter you mangy bird, lest you continue bringing disaster upon the heaven and earth Father God created."

Dijun and Taiyi had been born with the destinies of emperors, and they ordinarily cared deeply about their dignity and bearing. But the Witch Clan were barbarians by nature—if they disliked someone, they cursed them outright. Even Di Jiang, the foremost of the Ancestral Witches, was no exception.

Unable to endure Di Jiang's crude words, Taiyi directly shouted in fury, "Di Jiang, how dare you!"

Dijun's face also darkened. He said to Di Jiang, "Di Jiang, enough nonsense. I do not wish to lightly raise arms either. If your Witch Clan obediently submits, you may still retain the rank of Demon Sovereigns, and all of you may live."

Hearing Dijun's words, Di Jiang gave him no face at all and burst into loud laughter. "Hahaha! Brothers and sisters, did you hear what that mangy bird just said?"

The other Ancestral Witches also began laughing along with him.

Dijun's face had become so gloomy that it seemed ready to drip water. His patience had clearly reached its limit. He shouted at Di Jiang, "Di Jiang, it seems there is nothing left to discuss. Since your Witch Clan remains stubbornly obsessed, after today, there will no longer be a Witch Clan in the Primordial World!"

Di Jiang's smile vanished. He looked at Dijun with utter disdain, then turned to the Witch Clan warriors and declared, "Warriors of the Witch Clan! This flock of mangy beasts above us has defiled the heaven and earth Father God created, and they even seek to proclaim themselves kings and hegemons within this land. Warriors, follow me and tear them all to pieces! Defend the Primordial World Father God created!"

The Witch Clan warriors behind him responded one after another, terrifying Sha Qi soaring into the heavens alongside killing intent:

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

Di Jiang was clearly very satisfied with his clansmen's response. He let out a great shout. "Then let the slaughter begin!"

The instant Di Jiang finished speaking, the Law of Space surged around him. In the blink of an eye, he appeared amid the clouds and threw a punch at the Demon Race army. Space shattered beneath that punch, and tens of thousands of Demon Race soldiers were utterly swallowed by the broken void.

With Di Jiang taking the lead, the other Ancestral Witches and Great Witches followed close behind. Though they had been the side under attack, the Witch Clan chose to strike first!

"Dijun, do you dare fight me?" Di Jiang said as he raised his fist and charged toward Dijun at the forefront of the Demon Race.

Dijun snorted coldly, gripping the River Chart and Luo Script as he met Di Jiang head-on.