Western Moves!

Above the North Sea, on Two Sages Island, emerald peaks rose in layers, immortal mists and rosy clouds filling the air as if within reach; clouds and rain nourished all things, rainbow-feathered birds sang and danced upon the branches; spirit beasts frolicked, leaping and bounding across golden bridges; all manner of immortal herbs and wondrous medicines covered the island, their immortal fragrance intoxicating beyond measure...

Standing with his hands behind his back as he gazed upon this immortal landscape, Mu Jizi's face bore an indescribable loneliness. At this moment, his eyes drifted uncertainly, as though he could see the scenes of countless humans dying miserably across the Primordial Wilderness!

With a soft sigh, a bitter smile rose in his heart. There was a reason Saints bore the title of "human" after all. In this world, all humans had feelings. Though he was a Primordial Chaos Saint, he still could not let go of that sliver of attachment!

Yet he also understood that beneath the Heavenly Dao, such was the Heavenly Mandate. If the Human Race wished to flourish, it could never amount to much without enduring several trials! Moreover, he took all living beings under heaven as his Dao and valued balance among all creatures. As the saying went, when victory reached its peak, decline followed. The Witch-Demon Race had become too powerful; their march toward ruin was also Heaven's will. The only thing that could be sought was the preservation of a single spark of inheritance!

In the end, the Primordial Wilderness would still belong to the Human Race. If the Witch-Demon Race wished to prosper again in the future, they would have to seek another place!

With that thought, Mu Jizi shook his head and sighed. Just as he was about to turn and return indoors, a thunderous