"There should be, I suppose. After all, Dijun made the Demon Race sound so grand back then—every plant, tree, beast, and creature in the world could be called a demon."
Lu Chen nodded.
As the losers, Dijun, Taiyi, and the many Demon Sages would likely struggle to escape death. Yet the concept of "demons" had already taken root. Trying to wipe out the Demon Race was basically impossible.
"Then do you think that after the Witch Clan occupies the Primordial World, Dijiang and the others will be able to take that final step with the Fortune of their race?"
"This... this disciple does not know."
Lu Chen shook his head.
It was true that Fortune greatly aided cultivation. If the Fortune of the entire Primordial World were used to nurture one person's cultivation, attaining the Dao should have been as certain as a nail driven into a board. But the problem was that even if the Witch Clan defeated the Demon Race, they could not completely occupy the entire Primordial World. There were still the Sages and the great powers who stood apart from both races.
They also occupied a portion of Fortune.
Moreover, as the Human Race was destined to become the future protagonist of heaven and earth, would the Heavenly Dao allow one of the Ancestral Witches to attain the Dao?
Although the Human Dao had awakened, it still had no spokesperson and remained in a weak position.
This time, the Witch Clan had won through a clever trick. First, they lured Dijun into striking first, then they actively dragged the Human Dao into the fray.
The Witch-Demon battlefield had been decided.
The phantom's second punch smashed the All-Heaven Star Formation until it teetered on the brink of collapse.
The third punch destroyed the All-Heaven Star Formation completely.
With the formation broken, victory was settled.
Dijun and Taiyi's blood dyed the firmament as they lay beneath the Southern Heavenly Gate, their auras incomparably weak, like candles flickering in the wind that could go out at any moment.
The Demon Sages were in much the same state. As for the weaker demon generals, they had all turned into clouds of bloody mist.
Dyeing the sky red.
Demon Master Kunpeng had not entered the All-Heaven Star Formation. The moment he saw things turn bad, he had already turned and fled.
To him, the great cause of the Demon Race was nowhere near as important as his own little life.
Besides, he no longer feared Dijun and Taiyi's retaliation, because Dijiang certainly would not spare them.
Today, the Demon Race had suffered a crushing defeat. The two of them were bound to fall.
There was no longer a Starry Sky between heaven and earth. Only a towering figure stood tall.
"Witch Clan! Witch Clan!!"
The Witch Clan warriors raised their voices in a thunderous cry.
All the demon soldiers dropped their weapons, their will to fight utterly gone.
The Witch Clan soldiers did not continue attacking those Demon Race members who had laid down their weapons.
The war had ended, yet the Pangu Phantom had not vanished.
Instead, it turned its gaze upon Zhunti, then threw a punch the next instant.
Seeing the mountain-like fist, Zhunti took out the Seven-Treasure Wondrous Tree to block it.
The unmatched power in that fist sent Zhunti flying directly away.
On the other side, Tongtian drew the Green Duckweed Sword and pointed it at Jieyin. He said coldly,
"Hand them over!"
Locked onto by Tongtian's aura, Jieyin instantly felt a sharpness spread across his entire body, as though a sword were pressed against every pore, ready to pierce him through at any moment.
"Senior Brother Tongtian, our Western Sect..."
Zhunti wore a bitter expression, but before he could finish speaking—
The Pangu Phantom sent him flying again with another punch.
Tongtian slowly raised the Green Duckweed Sword, its cold light glinting fiercely.
"I'll hand them over, I'll hand them over."
Jieyin lowered his head and waved his sleeve. Hundreds of thousands of figures appeared in the air, including both Demon Race members and Witch Clan members.
Seeing another punch coming his way, a dark look appeared on Zhunti's face.
Though he bore the title of the weakest Sage and had long since tossed his pride behind him, that did not mean he could endure being knocked around like a ball by the Pangu Phantom, punch after punch, in front of so many great powers.
If there had only been the Pangu Phantom, he could have endured a few punches. But that damned Tongtian was beside it, egging things on and even preparing to make a move himself. Zhunti instantly could not bear it any longer.
He decided to admit defeat!
"Stop, I'll hand them over!"
Boom!
Before Zhunti's words had faded, the fist landed on him again and blasted him away once more.
This time, Zhunti was injured. A stream of golden blood slowly flowed from his nose.
"A Sage is injured!"
Zhunti ignored them and waved his sleeve. Hundreds of thousands more high-quality people he had intended to secretly bring back to the Western Sect appeared in the air.
"Farewell!"
They had tried to steal a chicken only to lose the rice used to lure it. Zhunti and Jieyin left with dark faces.
Before leaving, they conveniently took away their disciples, who were stuffing themselves in Lingxiao Palace, eating and grabbing whatever they could carry.
At the sight of one bulging sack after another, Zhunti and Jieyin's expressions improved considerably.
This trip had not been entirely without gains.
"Hmph! They actually tried to abduct our clansmen right under our noses. Did they think us Ancestral Witches were made of mud?"
After the two Western Sages departed and the Pangu Phantom vanished, the Twelve Ancestral Witches revealed themselves. Dijiang cupped his hands toward Tongtian.
"Many thanks to Sword Sage Tongtian for lending us aid!"
They had not noticed their clansmen being abducted. Tongtian had been the one to alert them; otherwise, their people would have been taken to the Western Sect by the two Western Sages.
"No need to thank me."
Tongtian casually waved a hand. He had reminded the Ancestral Witches only because he found Zhunti and Jieyin unpleasant to look at.
That was all.
Looking at the bloodied Dijun and Taiyi, Dijiang turned toward Houtu and asked, "Little sister, how should these two feathered beasts be dealt with?"
"Little sister, why not slaughter these two beasts and stew them into soup? I want to taste whether Three-Legged Golden Crow meat is more delicious than other Demon Race meat."
"That's right, little sister. These two have always opposed us. Strip every bit of meat from their bodies, and the soup will surely be a great tonic."
"A three-legged grass chicken has three claws. Let me say this first—I want one."
"I want one too."
"Zhurong, are you worthy?"
"Gonggong, if I'm not worthy, are you?"
"Of course I am."
"You're worthy of my ass."
"You bastard, are you looking for a fight?!"
"Then fight! Who's afraid of whom?!"
The Ancestral Witches spoke one after another, every word about how to pluck Dijun and Taiyi clean and eat them. Zhurong and Gonggong were, as always, at each other's throats.
A woman with an icy temperament barked, "Quiet, all of you!"
The chattering Ancestral Witches glanced at the woman and instantly fell silent.
Because the one who had spoken was Xuanming.
If Dijiang was their big brother, then Xuanming was their big sister.
Dijun and Taiyi lay motionless beneath the Southern Heavenly Gate, humiliation filling their eyes. They were grievously injured, every bone in their bodies shattered. They could not even self-destruct; otherwise, they would have done so long ago. Why would they endure the Ancestral Witches passing judgment on them here?
Hearing Xuanming's words, the two turned their gazes toward Houtu. After all, she was the one who would decide the fate of the two brothers.
"Though they have been defeated, they are living beings born upon the Solar Star, which was transformed from Father God's eyes. Let us suppress them within Pangu Hall instead."
Houtu looked at Dijun and Taiyi and spoke slowly.
Hearing Houtu's words, Dijun and Taiyi let out a breath of relief inwardly.
Though suppression was still humiliating, it was better than being plucked and eaten.
As for recovering and starting anew elsewhere, putting aside whether they could recover at all, even if they did, he no longer intended to contend for supremacy.
Those three punches had shattered not only the All-Heaven Star Formation, but also his ambition!
The Demon Race Heavenly Court was renamed the Witch Clan Heavenly Court.
From then on, the Demon Race emperors were suppressed, along with every Quasi-Saint-level expert of the Demon Race.
The Witch Clan thereby established its position as the Primordial World's sole Tyrant Race.
"Why did you not kill the two of us brothers?"
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