Persuading Daochen to come out of seclusion, suppress the Greater Demons, and unify the Demon Race failed. Bai Ze and the others returned to the Primordial World crestfallen.
When Fuxi heard the news, he only offered a bitter smile and shook his head helplessly.
The plight of the Demon Race remained unchanged. They fought among themselves, and none of the many Greater Demons respected the others.
Fuxi is strong!
We respect you!
Because you, Fuxi, excel at divination and can avoid misfortune while courting good fortune, and you are skilled at scheming-we cannot afford to provoke you, so we can only respect you.
Your strength, Bai Ze, is mediocre. So what if you excel at plotting? Stop chattering so much, or you will be beaten along with the rest if you push us too far.
Kunpeng invented the Demon Script and deserves respect, but you want to rule over us?
Sorry, beat us down into the dirt first.
Otherwise, go play somewhere else.
In fact, on the original trajectory, it was indeed after Eastern Emperor Taiyi wielded the Chaos Bell and beat them up one by one that the heavenly court of the Demon Race came to be.
Yet now, because of Daochen's appearance, the Primordial calamity had changed, so the Demon Race remained a sheet of loose sand, each fighting its own battles.
Still, things were at least fine for the moment.
Because ever since the Twelve Ancestral Witches went into seclusion in Pangu Hall, the Witch Clan stopped making a fuss and honestly hid within Mount Buzhou, never stepping out of their doors.
Nor did the Demon Race consume them; they merely hunted ordinary beasts to fill their stomachs, and occasionally hunted a couple of minor demons to satisfy their cravings when they truly could not resist.
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