It's Not Bad for the Demon Clan to Die Once

Qing Xuanzi felt uncomfortable under the gaze of the Saints. He looked around, but no one was willing to speak.

It seemed he had to figure this out himself.

"Actually, it's not a bad thing for the Demon Clan to die once."

"You dare!" Nüwa was furious, her eyes wide.

Qing Xuanzi felt a chill run down his spine and quickly said, "Senior Sister Nüwa, it's not what you think."

"You'd better explain yourself clearly. Although there are times I can't stand the Demon Clan either, I am a Saint of the Demon Clan after all. Since they respect me as their Empress, I must consider their well-being."

As Nüwa spoke, her tone softened. She didn't want to make things difficult for Qing Xuanzi. However, the Demon Clan was her foundation, and she still benefited from twenty percent of their luck.

"Senior Sister Nüwa, the Witch Race is born without a Primordial Spirit. If they die, their essence, energy, and spirit will dissipate. They will be truly dead. To make them reappear is something we, at our current level, cannot achieve." Helpless, Qing Xuanzi could only explain.

"You mean, the Demon Clan will retain a trace of their Primordial Spirit and undergo Reincarnation in the future? Will they still be the Demon Clan then?"

Nüwa naturally knew that Reincarnation would appear in the future. After all, the Heavenly Dao had already shown signs of it. As long as they finished their discussion, Qing Xuanzi could begin working on Reincarnation.

"No, Senior Sister Nüwa, you've misunderstood. Haven't you discovered another use for the Myriad Dao Bodies divine ability?"

As soon as Qing Xuanzi finished speaking, Hongjun interjected:

"Qing Xuanzi, I vaguely feel this divine ability has another use. I was just about to ask you about it. Why don't you explain?"

"Actually, the wonders of Myriad Dao Bodies are too numerous to explain all at once. For example, like this."

After Qing Xuanzi spoke, three figures appeared before everyone. They were none other than Dijun, Taiyi, and Fuxi. However, their eyes were vacant, dull, and lifeless.

"Creation?" Hongjun and Nüwa exclaimed simultaneously.

They hadn't expected Myriad Dao Bodies to have such a miraculous function. If this were the case, one would only need to preserve a trace of the target's True Spirit. After the target died, it could be placed within. Wouldn't that allow for resurrection?

This was far more powerful than the method of the Primordial Spirit being entrusted to the Heavenly Dao. As long as the creator was willing and their realm was sufficient, couldn't they create a backup at any desired realm?

The Saints' horizons were instantly broadened. They all secretly decided that they must thoroughly study the Myriad Dao Bodies divine ability in the future.

"So, when you said to let the Demon Clan die once, you meant this?" Hongjun asked.

"That is indeed the case. Moreover, we must preserve the strength of the Demon Clan. During my enlightenment, first the Chaos Demon Gods caused chaos in the Primordial Era, and then I discovered the location of the Heavens Chaos. It is fundamentally a source of disaster. Of course, as the saying goes, fortune and misfortune are intertwined; it is also a blessed land. For example, the Enlightenment Stone originated from there."

"How is it a disaster?" Hongjun was not surprised by the matter of the Chaos Demon Gods, but focused on the latter.

"Tens of thousands of years from now, the first batch of outsiders will arrive there. The Primordial Era is their target."

"What is their strength?" Hongjun frowned, asking with some urgency.

"Unknown."

All the Saints fell silent. This was not good news. Unknown invading outsiders, if even one Grand Ultimate existed among them, they would be in trouble. In just tens of thousands of years, advancing to the Grand Ultimate stage was undoubtedly a pipe dream.

"Actually, there's no need for everyone to be discouraged. We are not to be trifled with either. Even if there is a Grand Ultimate existence, we are not without a chance of winning. After all, if strength is insufficient, spiritual treasures can make up for it. The growth potential of spiritual treasures is infinite. Who knows what level they will reach in tens of thousands of years? A congenital supreme treasure might even appear in just a few years."

After Qing Xuanzi's encouragement, all the Saints were overjoyed. Yes, they wouldn't be too bad either. He was right, if strength was insufficient, spiritual treasures could make up for it. If they nurtured them well upon returning, they might even grow into congenital supreme treasures. Most importantly, didn't Qing Xuanzi have the offspring of the Heaven-Opening Divine Axe? That one was a genuine congenital supreme treasure.

"Alright, it's settled then. The Demon Clan will die once, and everything will be Qing Xuanzi's responsibility, with Nüwa assisting." Hongjun decisively made the final decision.

"There's one more thing."

"Speak."

"The Chaos Clock originally belonged to Eastern Emperor Taiyi, but now it has been given to Tongtian. There must be some compensation, right? Otherwise, not only will people laugh at us for being too greedy, but it will also damage our credibility." Seeing that everyone was eager to return home, Qing Xuanzi quickly spoke.

Tongtian was the first to express his opinion: "Let him come here himself and choose. Whichever he fancies, I'll give it to him."

"After all, his spiritual treasure was a congenital supreme treasure. How about this, everyone chip in and give him two top-grade congenital spiritual treasures, one for offense and one for defense?" Qing Xuanzi proposed a plan. What was Tongtian saying about letting him come to you to take it? Could he even go? Even if he went, it wouldn't be easy to take much. Even if he took one top-grade congenital spiritual treasure, it would still be a huge loss.

Adding these two items together should be about right.

After all, he himself had only refined about thirty to forty percent of the Chaos Clock.

The power it could unleash was at most equivalent to two top-grade congenital spiritual treasures.

Hongjun thought about it and felt that Qing Xuanzi's plan was quite good, so he immediately began to distribute the items:

"Tongtian, I remember you took the Twenty-Four Sea Stabilizing Divine Pearls. Although they are for both offense and defense,

they are mainly used for attack. Give them to him. Yuanshi, take out your Central Wuji Apricot Yellow Flag.

This way, it's a perfect combination of offense and defense, and it's just right for him."

Tongtian readily took them out, but Yuanshi was a bit reluctant.

After all, the defense of this item was truly heaven-defying, basically comparable to his All Heavens Celebration Cloud.

However, since Hongjun had spoken, and it was for the sake of repaying his third brother's debt,

even if he was reluctant, he still took it out.

"Alright, you can all leave now. Qing Xuanzi and Nüwa, go busy yourselves with the Witch and Demon affairs. Also, Qing Xuanzi, remember to busy yourself with refining Golden Pills later, remember that."

Hongjun began to dismiss them. He needed to digest what had been said before.

The Great Dao's preaching was a rare opportunity. Hongjun felt that after digesting it, his realm should be able to reach the Grand Luo Peak.

Also, the Myriad Dao Bodies, he needed to ponder over this divine ability. It actually had the function of creation, it was too miraculous.

The Three Pure Ones were the same. They also had an extra task: feeding the Golden Pill to make it grow as quickly as possible.

After Nüwa and Qing Xuanzi walked out of the Purple Cloud Palace, Nüwa asked, "Qing Xuanzi, after the Golden Pill is successfully refined, give it to me first."

"Okay, Senior Sister, I will definitely give it to you first. Should we go hold a meeting for the Demon Clan now? And deliver the treasures along the way.

Taiyi must be extremely anxious by now. The Heavenly Dao's general trend hasn't changed, and the spiritual treasures have lost contact.

He probably feels like dying, and he's probably calling me a big liar."

Nüwa hadn't even spoken yet.

A loud shout came from the Primordial Era: "You feathered bird, you're courting death."