Lu Chen Steps into Primordial Unity

Time flowed like water, years drifting by in vain. Several million years had passed.

During these years, great powers secluded themselves for cultivation, while the Demon Race guarded the starry sky.

The Witch Clan created humans, increasing their population and expanding their territory.

Over such a long period, the Human Race had also quietly grown stronger, their population now counted in hundreds of millions.

They had completely cast off the label of being sparsely populated.

Yet a larger population meant needing even more land.

Fortunately, after the Witch Clan defeated the Demon Race, they concentrated most of their forces in the Heavenly Court, while the remaining forces controlled the regions around Buzhou Mountain.

And in recent years, the lands of the Witch Clan's newly born members had gradually shifted westward.

It was not only the Human Race that had risen in these years. A new race had also been born—the Human-Witch Hybrids.

They were the offspring born from unions between the Human Race and the Witch Clan.

Though Human-Witch Hybrids were physically weaker than pure-blooded members of the Witch Clan, the Human Race's influence had tempered their reproductive abilities, improving them compared to the Witch Clan.

The emergence of the Human-Witch Hybrids became a bridge between the Human Race and the Witch Clan.

The Human Race and the Witch Clan established diplomatic relations.

The Primordial World was now flourishing in every direction, free of war and conquest.

It had entered a brief yet beautiful period of calm.

"Big Brother, the Primordial World is far too vast, and our clansmen are too few. Those Human-Witch Hybrids carry half the bloodline of our Witch Clan as well. Why not employ them to help open up our territories?"

Tu Bishi's booming voice echoed through Lingxiao Palace.

"Absolutely not! Human-Witch Hybrids are not Witches. This land of the Primordial World was won by me—how can we make wedding clothes for someone else?"

"Third Brother, our Witch Clan only has so many people. The Heavenly Court needs manpower, and our clan lands at Buzhou Mountain need manpower too. The people in those two places cannot be moved, so there will naturally be fewer people in the other territories."

"Our Witch Clan reproduces with great difficulty. Our population simply refuses to rise."

"Then make every member of the Witch Clan get moving! Have them make people for me from dawn till dusk. Give it another few hundred thousand or million years—I refuse to believe the population still won't grow!"

"Enough. Stop arguing!"

Dijiang sat upon the throne, his brows tightly furrowed.

He had once thought only of defeating the Demon Race and becoming the sole overlord of the Primordial World. Now that he had defeated the Demon Race, his goal had been achieved, yet this throne was far less comfortable to sit on than he had imagined.

There had been population problems before, but back then he worried that too few people would leave them at a disadvantage in battle. Yet now, with no war to fight, he still had to fret over population—and this problem was even more severe than before!

His head hurt!

Dijiang raised a hand and knocked on his head. He was nothing but a rough man; if it came to fighting, he could take on Dijun and Taiyi alone and hammer them both. But this was handling state affairs!

Seeing his eldest brother's pained expression below, Zhu Jiuyin inwardly sighed helplessly. The Witch Clan was suited only for vying for supremacy, not for governing...

He had no solution to the population issue either. Though he was the Ancestral Witch of Time, he had not reached the level where he could help his clansmen shorten their pregnancies, compress time, and thereby increase their chances of conception.

As for Tu Bishi's suggestion of employing Human-Witch Hybrids to help govern the Primordial World, the idea was possible, but there was no room to put it into practice.

After all, the land their Witch Clan had conquered could not simply be handed over for Human-Witch Hybrids to pluck the peaches.

Though the emergence of the Human-Witch Hybrids had been tacitly approved by the Ancestral Witches, that did not mean they truly acknowledged them.

"Where is Little Sister?"

"Where has Little Sister run off to?"

Dijiang swept his gaze around and found that Houtu was absent from the hall, so he immediately asked.

Since that battle, Houtu's position within the Witch Clan had officially replaced Zhu Jiuyin's as the Witch Clan's strategist.

Xuanming stepped forward and said, "Little Sister has gone traveling through the Primordial World."

"Traveling through the Primordial World... Then forget it. Do not disturb Little Sister."

Upon hearing Xuanming say that Houtu had gone traveling through the Primordial World, Dijiang waved his hand.

Ten thousand years ago, Houtu had suddenly felt a stirring in her heart and set out to travel the Primordial World in search of an opportunity.

Compared to attaining the Dao, everything else was a trivial matter. How could he trouble his little sister over something as minor as population?

Dijiang watched several burly men inching backward toward the doors of Lingxiao Palace, a vicious grin appearing on his face. "Zhurong, Gonggong, where are you going?"

"Haha, Big Brother, Gonggong told me that his strength has improved somewhat and dragged me along to help test it."

Zhurong grabbed Gonggong's hand and placed it on his own arm, pretending to be unwilling.

"He insisted on dragging me along. I had no choice."

"What the—"

Gonggong's eyes instantly widened like bronze bells. He raised his hand and slapped away Zhurong's massive paw. This brat actually had no martial virtue at all.

"Gonggong's strength has improved? Come discuss matters first. Once we reach a conclusion, your big brother will personally instruct you."

Gonggong: ...

Dijiang could be the eldest not merely because he had been born first; his strength was also the greatest.

His strength had indeed improved somewhat, but there was no way he could be Dijiang's match. He understood all too well what instruction between Ancestral Witches meant. He and Zhurong loved instructing each other whenever they had nothing better to do, but if Dijiang were to instruct him, would that not just mean a pure beating?

Gonggong glanced at Zhurong beside him, whose face was full of gloating, and loudly said, "Big Brother, Zhurong said his skin was itching... No, he wants your instruction too."

"Very well. Later, I will instruct the two of you one by one."

The gloating on Zhurong's face immediately vanished, leaving nothing but bitterness.

"Big Brother, what do you think of a system of enfeoffment? Like the Demon Race, they could guard the starry sky forever and watch over each other with our Witch Clan."

"Of course, the Human Race and the Human-Witch Hybrids do not possess the Demon Race's strength, so we can take them in as vassals. Back then, the Dragon-Phoenix-Qilin Tribes each gathered vassals and formed the Scaled, Avian, and Beast Tribes. Now our Witch Clan has too few people to occupy the entire Primordial World. We can follow the example of those three tribes."

Zhu Jiuyin's hoarse voice slowly rang out.

"This..."

A contemplative look appeared on Dijiang's face. This method was not particularly brilliant, but it truly was the best way to solve the problem.

"What do you all think?"

Kunlun Mountain.

A strand of black light coiled around Lu Chen's body. The black light was profound and deep, faintly radiating a Dao rhythm that devoured all things.

"Break through directly!"

Lu Chen drew the final strand of the Devouring Law he had comprehended into his body. A vast pressure burst forth from him, slamming into the restrictions of the cave abode and stirring ripples upon ripples.

Bai Geng, sitting nearby, was jolted awake by the aura. He abruptly opened his eyes, transformed into a white-haired youth, and cupped his hands in salute.

"Congratulations, Master, on stepping into the realm of Primordial Unity!"

Lu Chen slowly opened his eyes and drew the pressure around him back into his body. A dark glimmer flashed through his eyes as he murmured,

"Primordial Unity is merely a new beginning."

Only after stepping onto the Primordial Unity Path did one understand one's own insignificance.

Still, no matter what, Lu Chen had entered the second echelon of the Primordial World's strongest beings.

"Bai Geng."

"What are your orders, Master?"

"Accompany me outside for a walk."