The Witch-Demon First Clash, A Word of Guidance for Nuwa

The great battle was about to erupt, with no pre-battle standoff or shouting match.

The Witch Clan was led by the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

The many innate beings were led by Great Luo Golden Immortals such as Dijun and Taiyi.

Mount Buzhou instantly became a battlefield.

The eternally unyielding Mount Buzhou shook violently. The rock layers of its subsidiary peaks burst apart with a thunderous crash, while shattered stones, swept up in rampant laws of every kind, exploded outward in all directions.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches simultaneously unleashed their lifelong cultivation. Vast, boundless baleful energy of the Witch Clan surged from their bodies, turning into a black torrent that blotted out the sky and sun.

Di Jiang's body stretched across the void. With a human body, bird's head, and four wings, he stirred the spatial power of the entire world into sudden upheaval with every beat of those wings.

Several innate beings with cultivation only at the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm were instantly trapped within cracks in space.

Before they could break free, spatial power abruptly contracted and crushed them. After several brief, muffled bursts, their flesh, blood, and souls were completely annihilated.

Ju Mang reversed his origin, and countless azure divine vines burst through the void. Tougher than innate spiritual treasures, they lashed out like deadly whips.

As they coiled and tore, they successively shattered several innate beings' protective treasures.

Zhu Rong commanded the Everlasting Undying Fire. The scarlet divine flames burned hot enough to scorch the heavens, igniting an endless sea of fire wherever they fell in the void. Innate spiritual fire restrained countless spiritual energies and Dao arts.

The protective auras around the innate beings crackled and shattered, their bodies scorched open and their cultivation collapsing.

The twelve members of the Witch Clan each displayed their divine abilities, and every one of them stood among the finest of the Great Luo realm.

As for Dijun's side—

The Demon Court had yet to be established, and the innate beings of the four seas and eight desolations had not yet gathered. At present, only the many innate beings seeking opportunities within Mount Buzhou followed him.

There were merely a dozen or so Great Luo, over a hundred Taiyi, and more than a thousand Golden Immortals.

Their numbers were sparse and their formation loose. They simply could not contend with the Twelve Ancestral Witches, all at their peak and sharing the same source of power, nor with the many members of the Witch Clan.

Only Dijun, Taiyi, and Bai Ze could barely hold back the assault.

Dijun's robes snapped in the wind as the River Chart and Luo Writing hung above his head. Hundreds of millions of stars cast down dazzling spiritual radiance, forming layer upon layer of stellar barriers that stubbornly withstood attacks from all sides.

Taiyi stood at Dijun's side, using a fine spacetime treasure like a brick and hurling it everywhere. Even so, he smashed quite a few Witch Clan members at the Taiyi and Golden Immortal realms to death.

The remaining innate beings all struck with everything they had. Some wielded innate swords to split wind and clouds, some drew upon the spiritual light of the sun and moon to condense seals, some...

Yet their cultivation paths were mixed, and they were unfamiliar with one another. Unable to coordinate or respond to each other, they fought separately. Against the Witch Clan's seamless Dao attacks, they seemed thin and fragmented.

Mutilated corpses littered the ground, scattered spiritual radiance spilled everywhere, and the thick stench of blood mingled with the savage baleful aura of the Witch Clan, shrouding the skies over Mount Buzhou.

From the very instant the battle began, Dijun's side had been crushed.

Death played out every moment, and blood flowed into rivers within Mount Buzhou.

The tribulation had not even begun. Both sides were no higher than the early Great Luo Golden Immortal realm, yet the battle was already so brutal. How horrific would the true tribulation be?

Wuchen had no intention of stopping them. He merely sat quietly in the void and watched.

Waiting for this war to end.

He suddenly noticed that two beings whose Daoist grounds lay within Mount Buzhou had also been affected by the battle. Yet rather than join the fighting, they fled Mount Buzhou.

They were a man and a woman, both innate beings with human heads and serpent bodies.

Both were early Great Luo Golden Immortals.

Their transformations into innate Dao bodies concerned their internal meridians, dantian, and the like.

Their outward appearance was unimportant.

Innate beings with physical original forms usually retained some of their original characteristics out of habit. Only when their original forms were truly unsuitable would they transform perfectly.

For example, beings like the Three Pure Ones, whose original forms were pure qi, would choose to become perfect innate Dao bodies.

"What elegant leisure, Fellow Daoist!"

The pair had just rushed out of Mount Buzhou when they spotted Wuchen sitting in the void. They could not help stopping, and Fuxi offered him a slight bow.

Wuchen's gaze fell upon Nuwa, and a faint smile tugged at his lips.

"To meet is fate. I shall grant you a stroke of fortune."

Ignoring the pair's confusion, Wuchen sent a strand of information into Nuwa's brow.

Alarm bells rang wildly in Fuxi's heart.

When the other party acted, he had not even had the chance to react in time.

What if it had been a killing technique?

Fuxi gave Wuchen a wary glance, then turned his eyes to observe his sister's condition.

Nuwa's eyes were gently closed.

"Your Dao lies with humanity. You cannot be bound by Heaven. You must wait quietly for the right time."

Though it was the same guidance Laozi had received, Nuwa felt it far more intensely than he had. She vaguely understood where her Dao lay.

Yet just as the guidance had said, she was still lacking something.

She needed to wait quietly for the right time.

Nuwa opened her eyes and gave Wuchen a deep bow, saying sincerely, "This junior is Nuwa. Thank you, Senior, for your guidance. I will certainly remember such kindness in my heart."

"Mhm."

Wuchen answered indifferently and waved his sleeve, raising Nuwa back to her feet.

Seeing this, Fuxi could not help breathing a sigh of relief.

So it had not been some hidden scheme, but a genuine fortune and opportunity.

He looked at Wuchen with expectation in his eyes.

Wuchen shook his head. "Your Dao is too distant. Simply follow the natural course of events."

His series of actions would inevitably disrupt the course of the Primordial World, so even he did not know Fuxi's eventual fate.

However, once Nuwa attained the Dao, there would be no need for him to remind Fuxi himself.

Fuxi bowed. "Thank you for your guidance, Senior."

The other party's words could also be considered indirect guidance, so it was only proper to offer thanks.

Wuchen looked at Nuwa and said, "Mount Buzhou is a place of trouble. You two should find another Daoist ground and cultivate diligently."

Nuwa bowed once more. "This junior begs your pardon for asking, but may I know Senior's honored name?"

Wuchen said, "Dan Yangzi."

Nuwa bowed again, then left Mount Buzhou with Fuxi.

The battle within Mount Buzhou continued.

The Witch Clan had no primordial spirits, no innate spiritual treasures for protection, and no refined inheritance of Dao arts. Yet they proved the Dao through their bodies, defied Heaven through slaughter, and were bolstered by the origins of innate laws.

Upon the battlefield of Mount Buzhou, they displayed their strength to the fullest.

Dijun watched as beings continuously fell, watched as their defensive line crumbled step by step and teetered on the verge of collapse. His fingers slowly tightened, and the Cosmic Star Diagram trembled violently.

Taiyi looked toward the blazing Twelve Ancestral Witches. A deep toll of the bell once more rang through heaven and earth, and the Primal Chaos Bell shone brilliantly as it charged straight at them.

He actually intended to resist the encirclement of all Twelve Ancestral Witches by himself.

Within Mount Buzhou, subsidiary peaks shattered and Dao rhythms wailed.

This first Witch-Demon clash had begun without proclamation or confrontation.

From beginning to end, the Witch Clan held every advantage.

Amid the slaughter filling the sky, the tyrannical might of the Witch Clan completely overwhelmed the brilliance of the innate beings. The fated conflict between the two races of the Primordial World had officially begun.

"Retreat!"

Dijun was decisive. Seeing that the situation had turned unfavorable, he immediately gave the order to withdraw.

The many innate beings, who had long wished to retreat, immediately fled in panic. With no order or rhythm whatsoever, many more were slain by the Witch Clan as they beat the fleeing enemy.

"Hahaha..."

The Ancestral Witches laughed loudly. Zhu Rong, in particular, declared arrogantly:

"Dijun, Taiyi, if you dare set foot on Mount Buzhou again, my Witch Clan will show no mercy and cut you down without pardon. The same goes for all other innate beings."