The Strengthened Demon Race! The Twelve Ancestral Witches Are Coming
The Sun Star.
Dan Jing, who had wandered around for thousands of years, returned once again to his happy nest.
The main hall of the Sun God Palace where people stay in seclusion.
Clang--
As the precious, ancient, and heavy door closed, Dan Jing's figure appeared on the Solar Meditation Mat placed in the center of the secluded meditation hall.
What an unexpected bonus!
Dan Jing sat cross-legged, a slight smile playing on his lips, his Golden Eyes gleaming.
This group went to Fengqi Mountain to join the fun.
I learned a lot!
Not only did he enjoy himself, but he also gleaned some inspiration from those Demon Race Great Luo, which could open the next door to his own path!
Although it was only a few scattered and vague inspirations and ideas.
But for Dan Jing—
That's enough.
Someone as brilliant as him has nothing to fear when his inspiration and ideas are vague.
No matter how vague the inspiration or idea.
If you grasp even that tiny bit, it's as if you've grasped everything.
Most...
It just means it takes more years to figure it out.
On the contrary.
What I fear most is having absolutely no insights or thoughts at all!
Because...
No means no!
Very soon.
Dan Jing, sitting on the Solar Meditation Mat, closed his eyes, his entire being becoming as still and profound as an abyss, completely and utterly quiet.
Dan Jing--
He went into seclusion.
The sun and moon, day and night, are constantly alternating.
The four seasons of spring, summer, autumn, and winter constantly change.
Since the rules governing the Sun-Moon Circulation were incorporated into the underlying rules governing the operation of heaven and earth, countless beings throughout the Primordial Cosmos have gradually become more sensitive to the passage of time.
Let alone ordinary beings whose lifespan is at most 100,000 years.
Even the quasi -Quasi-Sage experts who had achieved significant cultivation had become more sensitive to the passage of time.
Certainly.
For ordinary living beings, the sensitivity to the Time Scale Method is at most something that makes them sigh at the endlessness of time!
However, for the powerful cultivators who had achieved significant progress...
Their sensitivity to the Time Scale Method is enough for them to comprehend a remarkable power of the laws of time.
Furthermore, those with the cultivation level of Great Luo, and even those stronger Beyond Great Luo, were able to glimpse a few rudiments of the Great Time Great Dao.
Let's get back to the main topic.
Between the alternation of the sun and moon, and the changing of the seasons --
Another twenty-odd years have passed in the blink of an eye.
On the Bank of the East Sea.
Fengqi Mountain--
Over these twenty cycles, the Demon Race, which has never stopped developing and has continued to grow stronger, is no longer as weak as it was when it was first established.
The Demon Race of today is no longer the Demon Race that merely possessed the appearance of a hegemon!
Rather, they are a truly dominant race capable of intimidating the vast majority of beings in the Primordial Cosmos.
Not just Fengqi Mountain --
The entire Bank of the East Sea, the East Sea, and a portion of the Eastern Lands are now under the rule of the Demon Race.
That pillar of Destiny Aura of the Demon Race, has long since grown to more than a hundred times its original size!
The spiritual treasure that suppresses the Demon Race Fortune has changed from the original Cosmic Cauldron to a combination of the Cosmic Cauldron and the Landscape and States Map.
Every time I see the current prosperity of the Demon Race...
Even the most powerful figures from all corners of the world had to say something—
The Demon Race's power is now firmly established!
At the same time.
Those cultivators with even a modicum of insight began to close their mountain gates and cease their travels across the Primordial Land.
Nothing more.
This posture—
It's clearly the start of Calamity Cycle, and you're still wandering around outside? Do you even want to live?
Now.
Inside the pavilion under the Wutong Tree--
A small meeting of the Demon Race, led by Nuwa, the Demon Emperor, followed by Fuxi, Queen Mother of the West, and Xuan Nü, the three Demon Monarch, and including White Marsh and other Quasi-Sage Demon God, is currently underway!
In the main seat.
Nuwa leaned back in her chair, a slightly lazy yet domineering expression on her face.
Her demeanor has undergone a complete transformation.
After becoming the Demon Emperor, the leader of the Demon Race, Nuwa, whose original temperament should have been sacred and noble, now exudes an aura of absolute dominance and profound thoughts that are impossible to fathom!
Qi nourishes people.
People show off their energy.
After becoming the Demon Emperor, Nuwa's every word and action influenced the entire Demon Race's direction, and a single thought could decide everything for the entire Demon Race!
In this way...
Even though only twenty years have passed, it has been enough for Nuwa to gradually acquire the domineering, powerful, absolute, and unfathomable qualities that a hegemon should possess!
Nuwa, seated in the main position, remained silent.
Fuxi below spoke up:
Twenty cycles have already passed.
"It will probably be soon--"
"The Witch Race on the Mount Buzhou should be making a move soon!"
"Given the current strength of our Demon Race, our chances of victory against the Twelve Ancestral Witches and the army of the Witch Race are... very slim!"
"If war breaks out with the Twelve Ancestral Witches and the Witch Race, our current foundation will likely be difficult to preserve."
"In this situation... we need to prepare in advance!"
Hearing Fuxi's words.
On the other side, the Queen Mother of the West raised an eyebrow and looked up at Fuxi.
I asked a question:
"Fellow Daoist Fuxi means... to relocate the main base of my Demon Race!"
Upon hearing this...
Fuxi nodded seriously.
"We need to be prepared for this!"
In the main seat.
After hearing her brother's and the Queen Mother of the West's words, Nuwa showed no unusual expression, nor did she comment on what Fuxi had said.
She said:
"Next topic!"
After hearing Nuwa's words...
White Marsh below also spoke up:
"His Majesty."
"With a great battle imminent, I believe it is time to recruit powerful individuals from all sides."
"Previous years--"
"The Pangu the Great Phantom has descended with his Heaven-Opening Divine Axe, causing many senior powerhouses to have their cultivation paths severed and their cultivation levels to plummet. If we offer them substantial rewards, perhaps we can persuade these senior powerhouses to join our Demon Race and serve His Majesty!"
Upon hearing White Marsh's suggestion...
Nuwa, seated in the main seat, had a slight tremor in her deep eyes.
Then.
She nodded:
"This matter... is approved."
Those Red-Dust Guest probably resent the brother and sister to death in their hearts.
But compared to them, siblings—
The Twelve Ancestral Witches, who severed their Dao Fruit and cut off their Dao paths, were the real threat to these people!
Join the Demon Race.
Obey orders.
There is still a possibility of continuing the path of cultivation and re-cultivating the Dao Fruit, and even a chance to take revenge on the Twelve Ancestral Witches and the Witch Race.
Presumably...
Those people should also put aside their past grievances and choose to join the Demon Race!
While Nuwa and other high-ranking Demon Race were rapidly discussing various matters—
Boom!
A deafening roar suddenly resounded Mount Buzhou the Witch Race Headquarters on the eastern side of Buzhou Mountain, echoing throughout the Primordial World and Universal Realms.
This also interrupted Nuwa and the others who were discussing matters under the Wutong Tree!
In an instant--
From all corners of the world, countless solemn and curious gazes were directed toward the Witch Race Headquarters!
When they saw the powerful fluctuations of qi and blood enveloping the Witch Race Headquarters.
Everyone understands--
The Twelve Ancestral Witches, who have been absent from the world for dozens of eons, are about to emerge.
Now.
Nuwa and the others under the Wutong Tree had already gotten up and walked out of the pavilion, each looking solemnly in the direction of Mount Buzhou!
Tsk...
They had just said that the Twelve Ancestral Witches and the Witch Race might be coming.
Here comes the result!