When Chiyou heard his Ancestral God, Lin Tian, say this.
He sat in the void within Chiyou Palace, trembling all over.
"Ancestral God, I, Chiyou, am a human you created through Molding Earth. From the moment of my birth, my clan has been one of the Human Race's three great tribes. If you make me one of the Twelve Ancestral Witches to fill the vacancy left by Great Sage Houtu, I fear I cannot shoulder such a great responsibility or occupy such an exalted position."
Chiyou's words could be said to mean the opposite of what he truly felt.
After all, he valued his position as one of the Human Ancestors immensely.
If his Chiyou Clan, including Chiyou himself, were struck from the ranks of the Human Race.
And joined the Witch Clan, that would not be a promotion to him, but a demotion.
Moreover, in Chiyou's eyes, the resources of the Central Continent and Mount Buzhou could not remotely compare to those of the Human Race.
Beyond the racial resources cultivated by the Six Ancestors in the Eastern Continent Mountain Range on the Eastern Continent, the Human Race also had the social structure established by the Eighty-One Top Sects. Compared with the Witch Clan, which remained uncivilized and mired in a savage age.
They were more than a single era ahead.
Especially in their operating institutions and structures, the Human Race had both the confidence and the ability to crush the Witch Clan in every respect.
Thus, throughout this process, no human would willingly head to the Central Continent and join the Witch Clan, putting the cart before the horse and making a laughingstock of themselves.
It was like a special race blessed with abundant resources, superior bloodlines, and lofty origins. They would never lower themselves to join an