First Witch-Demon War

The Witch-Demon Clans had never seen eye to eye. Now that they had a pretext, they immediately began fighting. For a time, the aftermath of the battle nearly leveled Wuyi Mountain.

This battle was already beyond Lu Xuan's ability to join. He could only retreat a thousand li away and watch quietly.

As for Red Cloud Ancestor, he stood beside Lu Xuan as well. It was not that he lacked the qualifications to participate, but that Houtu had asked him to protect Lu Xuan.

Once the two sides began fighting, the battle would be impossible to separate. Even the Twelve Ancestral Witches would find it difficult to look after Lu Xuan.

But with Red Cloud Ancestor at Lu Xuan's side, the Twelve Ancestral Witches no longer had the slightest concern and could fight the Demon Race without restraint.

At that moment, Red Cloud Ancestor's gaze toward Lu Xuan was equally fascinating. He had seen people fight above their level before, but he had never seen a Taiyi Golden Immortal capable of exchanging blows with a Quasi-Sage.

Combined with the attitude of the Twelve Ancestral Witches toward Lu Xuan, Red Cloud Ancestor found it even stranger. He had no idea what background or identity Lu Xuan possessed.

But Lu Xuan had no time to care about Red Cloud Ancestor's expression or what he was thinking. He focused all his attention on observing the battlefield.

Dijun held the River Chart and Luo Writing above his head and gripped the Golden Crow Blazing Sun Sword in his hand. Every attack carried boundless Solar True Fire.

Zhu Rong let out a furious roar and revealed his ten-thousand-zhang Ancestral Witch true body. He charged directly into Dijun's Solar True Fire.

Seeing that things were going badly, Kunpeng quietly retreated behind the demon commanders. His eyes shifted as he calculated how to escape amidst the chaos.

But Houtu had long fixed her eyes on him. She lightly raised a jade hand, and the earth surged like waves. Countless earth dragons burst from the ground and coiled toward Kunpeng.

The Demon Master Seal shattered several earth dragons. Kunpeng transformed into his peng form and tried to fly away, but Xuanming summoned frost that filled the sky and froze his wings.

Taiyi activated the Chaos Bell, its sound waves sweeping away the frost. Wherever the bell's chime passed, space froze and time stagnated.

Shebi Shi opened his mouth and spewed poisonous miasma, corroding the sound waves. Tian Wu whipped up a hurricane and swept the miasma toward the Demon Race's ranks.

This great battle naturally alarmed the members of both the Witch and Demon Races. For a time, battlefields between the two races appeared everywhere throughout the vast Primordial World.

The battle lasted an entire thousand years, yet neither side managed to determine a victor. They continued without holding back, unleashing their strongest attacks.

Just then, an incomparably majestic voice descended from above the heavens. Along with it came an irresistible pressure that spread throughout the entire Primordial World.

"Witch and Demon Clans, cease fighting. From this day onward, demons shall govern the heavens and witches shall govern the earth. For one yuanhui, the Witch-Demon Clans must not fight again."

As the voice rang out, the killing intent across the Primordial World instantly ceased. Even leaders of their respective races like Dijiang and Dijun stopped attacking.

They both bowed deeply toward the heavens and said in unison, "This disciple obeys the Dao Ancestor's decree." Only then did the pressure gradually dissipate.

In the end, Dijun shot Dijiang a fierce glare. "Had the Dao Ancestor not issued his decree today, my Demon Race would surely have destroyed your Witch Race."

After saying that, he led the members of the Demon Race back to the Heavenly Court. After all, their losses and exhaustion from this battle were no small matter.

Zhu Rong naturally could not tolerate Dijun's harsh words and immediately said, "After one yuanhui, your Grandpa Zhu Rong will lead the sons of the Witch Race and flatten your Heavenly Court."

Only after the Demon Race vanished from sight did the Twelve Ancestral Witches withdraw their Ancestral Witch true bodies. Their faces showed that they, too, were utterly exhausted.

At the same time, Lu Xuan came directly before the Twelve Ancestral Witches and asked about the extent of their injuries.

Dijiang smiled helplessly. "Rest assured, Brother. We have merely expended too much strength. Once we return to the Ancestral Witch Hall, we will recover within a hundred years at most."

Only then did Lu Xuan relax. He instructed the Twelve Ancestral Witches to return to the Ancestral Witch Hall as soon as possible. He even sent Houtu back with them.

Seeing that the Twelve Ancestral Witches had also left Wuyi Mountain, Red Cloud Ancestor stepped forward and made a Daoist salute to Lu Xuan.

"Now that matters here have concluded, I must go see my old friend Zhen Yuanzi. If you have time someday, Fellow Daoist, you may come find me at Wuzhuang Temple on Longevity Mountain."

It was not that Lu Xuan did not want to accompany Red Cloud Ancestor to Wuzhuang Temple on Longevity Mountain and mooch a couple of Ginseng Fruits from Zhen Yuanzi.

Rather, Lu Xuan could already sense that another opportunity awaited him within Wuyi Mountain. It might even be the Treasure-Dropping Coin.

Although Lu Xuan did not have any particularly great desire for the Treasure-Dropping Coin, it was still better to hold it in his own hands than let it fall into someone else's hands to be used against him.

Thus, he also made a Daoist salute to Red Cloud Ancestor and promised that when he had the time in the future, he would certainly visit him and Zhen Yuanzi at Wuzhuang Temple on Longevity Mountain.

After seeing off Red Cloud Ancestor, Lu Xuan headed in the direction he had sensed. Before long, he arrived outside a valley.

After that battle, the mist within Wuyi Mountain had long since vanished. No one knew how many peaks, large and small, had been toppled by the battle's aftershocks.

Yet this valley remained shrouded in mist. Lu Xuan could even faintly sense that it was protected by a formation.

This only made Lu Xuan more certain that the formation was guarding the Treasure-Dropping Coin. He immediately used the Pangu World-Opening Map to clear a path and entered the valley.

As the mist before him dispersed, the valley's scenery appeared before Lu Xuan's eyes. He could not help but freeze where he stood.

"How is this the Treasure-Dropping Coin? This is clearly a tea garden of the Primordial World. Could that innate spiritual root, the Enlightenment Tea Tree, be here?"

The thought of the innate spiritual root Enlightenment Tea Tree made Lu Xuan somewhat excited. Before transmigrating, he had read plenty of Primordial World novels. The Enlightenment Tea Tree was a treasure every transmigrator was bound to obtain.

They said that when transmigrating to the Primordial World, there were three things one could not lack. First was the Three Lights Divine Water, second was the Enlightenment Tea Tree, and third was the Three Overseas Immortal Islands as one's Daoist grounds.

Now that he had encountered the Innate Enlightenment Tea Tree, how could Lu Xuan not be excited? He immediately began searching the tea garden for the Innate Enlightenment Tea Mother Tree.

In the depths of the valley, Lu Xuan finally found a tea tree standing three zhang, three chi, and three cun tall, its roots spread throughout the entire valley.

In other words, the three thousand six hundred tea trees in the valley had all grown from the roots of the Innate Enlightenment Tea Mother Tree.

This also meant that if Lu Xuan took only the Innate Enlightenment Tea Mother Tree away, he would have to sever the roots connecting it to those three thousand six hundred tea trees. That would inevitably damage the Innate Enlightenment Tea Tree.

In the end, Lu Xuan gritted his teeth and directly brought out the Pangu World-Opening Map. A powerful suction force immediately emerged from it and drew the entire valley into the map.

As the whole valley entered the Pangu World-Opening Map, fresh buds sprouted from every tea tree at that very moment, including the mother tree.

Lu Xuan was overjoyed. With a wave of his hand, he carefully plucked those tender buds and sorted them into different grades according to their quality.

Only then did he step out of the Pangu World-Opening Map and continue toward the Eastern Sea.