The Second Great War Between Witches and Demons, Survival of the Fittest

Minghe appeared somewhere in the Blood Sea, where he spotted the so-called Primordial Insect Egg.

At this moment, the Primordial Insect Egg had nowhere to hide, firmly locked onto by Minghe.

The egg resembled a giant cocoon, bobbing within the Blood Sea, surrounded by a dense mass of chaotic qi.

Within this egg, a strange life seemed to be gestating, and Minghe sensed an exceedingly rich aura of life emanating from it.

However, the life inside the egg had not yet fully formed, as if it had only recently awakened.

It was still in the process of incubation, yet even so, it was already this extraordinary.

One could imagine how fierce and powerful it would be when it emerged!

"Good, I'll use you as my avatar to help me accomplish certain things!"

Minghe's gaze was utterly cold and merciless.

At the same time, the Primordial Insect Egg seemed to sense his killing intent; the chaotic qi surged, vaguely forming a great array to protect itself.

But this formation was nothing more than a facade to Minghe. With a single flick of his finger, he shattered it.

The Primordial Insect Egg immediately tried to flee, but the void itself was locked down by Minghe.

Minghe reached out, grabbed, and in an instant, the Primordial Insect Egg flew toward him.

It shrank smaller and smaller, finally landing in the palm of Minghe's hand.

Grasping the Primordial Insect Egg, Minghe moved and returned to the Blood God Palace.

Seated beneath the Enlightenment Tea Tree, Minghe faced the Primordial Insect Egg, now sealed by countless restrictions and suspended in midair.

At this point, the Primordial Insect Egg was completely under Minghe's control.

"Hah!"

Minghe took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly. After some adjustments, he began forming hand seals, initiating the Body Seizure and refinement of the Primordial Insect Egg.

As streams of Magic Power seeped into the egg, it trembled incessantly.

This was instinctive resistance, rejecting Minghe.

But it was useless. As his Magic Power penetrated the egg, Minghe discovered that it had not yet developed true consciousness.

True awareness had not yet coalesced, meaning this egg was at most half a life form.

Minghe also found that what the egg was gestating was indeed the Blood-Winged Black Mosquito.

Realizing this, Minghe changed his hand seals again. This time, along with his Magic Power, his divine sense surged forth.

Minghe used his divine sense to infiltrate the egg, imprinting layer upon layer of marks.

He branded everything within the egg with his own seal, completely transforming it into himself.

Even its consciousness was overtaken by Minghe's divine sense, or rather, his Primordial Spirit.

Thus, when the egg hatched, the life it produced would become one of his avatars.

Minghe silently refined the Primordial Insect Egg.

And so, time flowed on. In the blink of an eye, an unknown span had passed.

The moment was drawing closer to Zixiao Palace's second sermon.

Minghe had successfully refined the Primordial Insect Egg; its consciousness had been replaced by his own.

When the egg hatched, it would become one of Minghe's avatars.

Meanwhile, Minghe continued refining the Blood Sea.

And just as Minghe was refining the Blood Sea, one day, suddenly, a system prompt sounded in his mind.

"Ding, detected that Dijun has successfully deduced the Great Zhou Heavenly Stars Array. The second great war between the Witch Clan and the Demon Race is about to erupt. Host may choose from the following options."

"Option One: Aid the Demon Race. Reward: one drop of Three-legged Golden Crow essence blood."

"Option Two: Aid the Witch Clan. Reward: one drop of Pangu's Essence Blood."

"Option Three: Seize this opportunity to sneak into Pangu Hall and steal the Heart of Pangu. Reward: complete Nine Revolutions Profound Technique."

"Option Four: Ignore this matter. Reward: one Fragment of the Jade Disc of Creation."

Hearing these four unprecedented choices from the system, Minghe felt a stir of temptation.

Entering Pangu Hall, stealing the Heart of Pangu. This option had appeared twice now.

Could there really be hope of success?

Calm analysis, calm analysis.

Minghe's expression twisted in hesitation. After a moment, he shook his head.

The Heart of Pangu.

Pangu's heart. That thing was far too advanced. With his current strength, even if he brought it back, he probably couldn't use it, right?

After all, a single drop of Pangu's essence blood could gestate a Primordial Witch.

And Pangu's heart—how terrifying would that be?

Minghe wondered if he could even make it to the Heart of Pangu in one piece.

"Alas."

Minghe sighed and silently spoke to the system in his mind: "System, I choose option four."

There was no way he was getting involved in the Wu-Yao War.

What's more, this clash between the Wu and Yao Races would likely see the Great Zhou Heavenly Stars Array and the Great All-Heavenly Evil Spirits Array going head-to-head.

With Minghe's frail frame, how could he dare to go?

He was terrified that Pangu's True Body might emerge and split him in half with a single axe blow!

That would be true annihilation of both form and spirit.

The Wu and Yao Races were the undisputed overlords of this era. Forget about himself—even the Three Pure Ones, all three of whom were Quasi-Saints, wouldn't dare to meddle in the war between the two races at this moment.

As Minghe made his choice, the reward was soon delivered.

Another fragment of the Jade Disc of Creation. With this one, Minghe had now collected two pieces.

Just like the previous fragment, this one was merely a shard—it contained no laws within, only serving as an aid to cultivation.

Minghe glanced at the fragment and then put it away.

He continued refining the Blood Sea.

After some time had passed, the long-awaited battle between the two sides finally erupted.

Taiyi rang the Chaos Bell with a booming clang. To Minghe's ears, the sound was like a death knell.

In this war, who knew how many Wu and Yao would die, even dragging countless innocent beings from other races into the chaos?

The destruction wrought upon the heavens and earth was immense.

No wonder Hongjun stepped in to blow the black whistle at the critical moment.

For one thing, Hongjun intended to control this Tribulation of Calamity, ensuring both the Wu and Yao Races suffered mutual destruction and fell together.

Rather than letting one side triumph and become the sole overlord of heaven and earth.

For another, Hongjun was about to undergo Merger with the Heavenly Dao, so naturally, maintaining the order of heaven and earth was something he had to do.

Minghe didn't care about any of this. To him, might made right.

Wasn't it obvious that he was now holed up in the Blood Sea, refusing to come out?

That was because his own strength wasn't enough—he couldn't beat Hongjun, let alone contend with the Heavenly Dao.

Otherwise, would he have to swallow this humiliation?

The same went for the Wu and Yao Races. Though they were the protagonists of this Tribulation of Calamity, they couldn't overpower Hongjun either.

Whatever Hongjun told them to do, they had no choice but to obey.

Such was the most fundamental and brutal truth of the Primordial World: the law of the jungle!