Rewriting the Investiture of the Gods in the Primordial Era

As for the method to let humanity retreat safely, we can only think of a way to break it when the conspiracy appears.

Jiang Haofeng's eyes flickered as he surveyed the Heavenly Court, gazing at the surging auspicious energy and the boundless might of the Demon Court. A sense of heaviness filled him; humanity had to endure this tribulation!

Time ticked by, and in the blink of an eye, ten thousand epochs quietly passed. During this period, Di Jun and Xi He welcomed ten little Golden Crows, who became the ten Crown Princes of the Demon Tribe.

To ensure the growth of the ten little Golden Crows, the two placed them in Tanggu Valley, a place specially created by Di Jun for his offspring, which contained a branch of the innate spiritual root, the Fusang Divine Wood.

This was a branch Di Jun had personally transplanted from the Fusang Divine Wood above the great sun.

The power of the great sun was too terrifying. The ten newborn Golden Crows were only at the Golden Immortal realm and could not withstand its intense heat. Tanggu Valley served as a nursery for the young Golden Crows, a place for their growth.

According to Di Jun's plan, once the ten little Golden Crows matured to the Grand Luo Golden Immortal realm, they would ascend to the great sun to cultivate on the true Fusang Divine Wood.

One day, while the ten little Golden Crows were playing in Tanggu Valley, Ying Zhao watched the ten little ones outside with a smile.

Ying Zhao, one of the Ten Directions Demon Saints, was an early-stage Quasi-Saint. He was stationed in Tanggu Valley by Di Jun's order to guard the ten princes.

However, this guarding was merely nominal. No one in the entire Demon Court believed anyone would dare to harm the princes of the Demon Tribe!

These were the offspring of the Demon Emperor, the apple of his eye. Daring to harm even a single hair on their heads would mean an irreconcilable feud with the Demon Tribe, a vendetta to the death!

The Demon Sovereign was truly the foremost figure in the Primordial Era below the Saints. In the face of the Demon Sovereign, anyone who was not a Saint was useless!

Even the Witch Tribe, who ruled the earth, would likely not dare to lay a hand on the ten princes.

In the entire Primordial Era, only a Saint would dare to act against the ten princes of the Demon Tribe. But Saints would not act against the princes; Saints cared about their reputation. Even if they wanted to attack the Demon Tribe, they would target the Demon Sovereign or the Demon Emperor, not these ten little Golden Immortals.

Therefore, Ying Zhao being a Quasi-Saint was mostly for appearances, a safeguard in case of the improbable, as no one was expected to harm these ten princes of the Demon Tribe.

Ying Zhao watched the ten little Golden Crows in Tanggu Valley with a faint smile, contemplating whether he should emulate the Demon Emperor and have a few little Ying Zhaos himself.

Suddenly, a disturbance echoed through the void. Ying Zhao was startled, and his terrifying Quasi-Saint aura surged outwards, its vast might resisting the void. A light barrier instantly appeared above Tanggu Valley, and then Ying Zhao looked back.

He saw a surge of immense power, and a colossal fist, like an ancient star carrying infinite pressure, smashed towards him.

"Di Jiang?!"

Ying Zhao's shocked and angry cry rang out as he hastily raised his hand to resist.

However, Di Jiang was the leader of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, a peak Quasi-Saint expert. Ying Zhao, who had only just comprehended the Great Dao Laws, was no match for him.

With a single punch, all of Ying Zhao's resistance was crushed like dry weeds. The fist slammed powerfully into Ying Zhao's chest, sending him hurtling towards the ground like a shooting star.

Immediately after, Di Jiang waved his hand, and spatial Dao charm permeated the void, instantly forming a vast world that trapped Ying Zhao within. Ying Zhao unleashed a barrage of attacks, displaying various magnificent divine abilities of the Demon Tribe, but he could not budge the space at all!

Ying Zhao's expression changed drastically, and he urgently said, "Di Jiang, have you gone mad? This is Tanggu Valley! If you dare to harm our tribal princes in the slightest, my Demon Tribe will be at war with you until death!"

His angry voice echoed through the void.

Ying Zhao was utterly astonished. Di Jiang was so powerful! He had previously seen Di Jiang utterly defenseless against the Demon Sovereign, sent flying tens of thousands of miles by a tremor of the Chaos Bell. He had thought his strength was no more than that.

Seeing him today, Di Jiang was so formidable. He could suppress him with mere gestures. Ying Zhao was, after all, a Quasi-Saint. Even if he hadn't yet severed his corpse, and was only an early-stage Quasi-Saint, he was a genuine Quasi-Saint who had comprehended the Dao charm. Yet, he was so easily suppressed.

If Di Jiang was this strong, how powerful must the Demon Sovereign be?

These thoughts flashed through Ying Zhao's mind and vanished in an instant. He continued to stare intently at Di Jiang in the void.

"Di Jiang, the Demon Sovereign has placed restrictions here. The Demon Sovereign will arrive soon. Leave quickly, lest you incite a war between the two races."

Di Jiang glanced expressionlessly at Ying Zhao and ignored him, stepping into Tanggu Valley.

Restrictions could be broken at will; such things were as easy as lifting a hand. With his concealment of the heavenly secrets, even the Demon Sovereign would not be able to know what was happening here.

Di Jiang strode into Tanggu Valley, his eyes flashing golden. The ten little Golden Crows before him instantly looked dazed.

"Di Jiang" waved his hand, and a vortex appeared in the void, leading directly to the Witch Tribe's tribal lands in the Primordial Era.

"Kill all the Witches to avenge Ying Zhao!"

Di Jiang said calmly.

His voice echoed through the void, imbued with a profound and mystical Dao charm that made people involuntarily fall into a trance.

"Kill all the Witches to avenge Uncle Ying Zhao!"

The ten little Golden Crows spoke involuntarily.

The ten little Golden Crows' eyes regained their clarity, the previous daze gone, but their eyes were filled with murderous intent. They gritted their teeth and said, "Kill all the Witches to avenge Uncle Ying Zhao!"

"Kill all the Witches to avenge Uncle Ying Zhao!"

The same words were repeated three times, each more resounding than the last, with increasing killing intent.

"Kill!"

The ten Golden Crows' eyes boiled with murderous intent. They flapped their wings and transformed into ten crimson streams of light, disappearing into the passage before them!

Watching the ten Golden Crows vanish, "Di Jiang" revealed a smile, which then turned into an expression of bitterness.

Alas, it was truly too difficult for the West to prosper.

As his voice fell, Di Jiang turned and walked outside, saying to Ying Zhao, "No one came here today!"

As his voice faded, Ying Zhao's eyes also became dazed, but deep within his gaze, a trace of imperceptible clarity remained.

Di Jiang smiled in satisfaction, his figure flickered, and he vanished.

On Shouyang Mountain, the Grand Pure Sage glanced casually towards the location of Tanggu Valley, his expression unchanged. He continued his teachings without even a pause.

At Kunlun Mountain, a hint of disdain flickered across Primeval Lord of Heaven's face. "Hmph, unorthodox paths truly cannot stand on the stage. However, no matter what, it is acting in accordance with the heavens. The Witch and Demon Tribes are not in accordance with heavenly numbers; how can they occupy the position of the rulers of the Primordial Era?"

Primeval Lord of Heaven slowly closed his eyes, the three thousand Great Daos swirling around him, and he no longer concerned himself with the affairs of the Primordial Era.

Golden Ao Island, Jade Pool Palace!

Sect Leader Tongtian let out a cold sneer, "To think that a dignified Saint would engage in such slander and sow discord. Truly shameless!"

As his voice fell, the disciples listening to his sermon below exchanged glances, each with their eyes focused on their noses and their noses on their hearts, remaining silent.

These were Saints, after all. Who would dare to casually discuss them? It was one thing for their Master to discuss them, but for them, mere minnows, it was best to pretend they hadn't heard anything.

Even so, in the hearts of the disciples, they couldn't help but ponder which Saint it was that their Master evaluated in such a manner.

Their Senior Uncle-Master Taiqing, whom their Master respected and admired, was detached and acted according to non-action. He generally did not interfere in the affairs of the Primordial Era, so it certainly wasn't Senior Uncle-Master Taiqing.

Although Senior Uncle-Master Yuqing looked down on their Jie Teaching, he practiced the grand and righteous Dao. It was absolutely impossible for him to engage in such a despicable act.

There were seven Saints in the Primordial Era. The Dao Ancestor, in his Purple Heaven Palace, practiced seclusion and rarely interfered in the affairs of the Primordial Era.

This left only Sage Nuwa, and the hoped-for Sage Jieyin and Sage Zhunti.

Sage Nuwa had always been in seclusion in Wa Huang Heaven. Her temperament was similar to their Eldest Senior Uncle-Master. Thus, it must be one of the two Western Saints.

Such actions were precisely what those two would do!

The disciples of Jie Teaching each made their own judgments, and their impression of the Western Two Sages inevitably dropped another notch.

The two Saints made great vows to the Heavenly Dao to achieve Sainthood. They were the weakest among the Six Saints of the Heavenly Dao, as determined by the Dao Ancestor. Although Saints were lofty and everything below them was like ants, there were still differences between Saints. While they were ants before the Saints, it did not prevent them from forming their own opinions of the Saints in their hearts.

Undoubtedly, the two Western Saints were at the bottom of the hierarchy among the Six Saints.

In Wa Huang Heaven, Nuwa calmly glanced below and let out a soft laugh, watching the Primordial Era with great interest.

The Primordial Land!

On the fringes of the Witch Tribe's territory, numerous Witch Tribe settlements were scattered across the land. Little witches frolicked and played within the settlements.

Suddenly, in the void, space shifted, and a spatial channel quietly formed.

A colossal Golden Crow flapped its wings and emerged from the void. The Golden Crow was imbued with terrifying True Sun Fire. The moment the Golden Crow appeared, a scorching aura swept out, causing the surrounding temperature to soar rapidly. In a short span, the ambient temperature increased significantly, and the river water began to boil.

"Kill all the Witches and avenge Uncle Ying Zhao!"

The Golden Crow's voice, filled with hatred, rang out. It flapped its wings and immediately charged towards the Witch Tribe settlement before it.

Following closely, one Golden Crow after another emerged from the void, shouting with killing intent, "Kill all the Witches and avenge Uncle Ying Zhao!"

The ten Golden Crows fully unleashed their auras, their Golden Immortal peak presences sweeping out. The scorching True Sun Fire burned fiercely between heaven and earth, causing the temperature of the void to rise rapidly.

The ten Golden Crows descended upon the Witch Tribe settlement, the True Sun Fire churning. The scorching aura enveloped the entire Witch Tribe settlement, the sky seemingly turning crimson. The usually clear void also turned into a scarlet hue, and the entire world felt like a steaming cauldron.

"Kill!"

"Kill all the Witches!"

The ten Golden Crows spoke in unison.

The Golden Crows flapped their wings, and scorching flames erupted. The rolling True Sun Fire poured down, turning the sky into a sea of fire. As the fiery waves descended, some of the underage Witches in the Witch Tribe settlement were directly roasted to death. The adult Witches also suffered, feeling as if they were in a sea of fire.

Boom!

Within the Witch Tribe settlement, dozens of Golden Immortal Realm auras erupted. Dozens of Golden Immortal-level Witches shot up into the sky, punching towards the sea of fire in the void.

However, these attacks, which the Witches usually took pride in, had no effect whatsoever in front of this vast sea of fire. They were quickly engulfed, unable to affect the sea of fire in the slightest.

This was a location specifically chosen by Zhunti, and it was also the weakest point of the Witch Tribe's strength. This Witch Tribe settlement was merely a small settlement, even much smaller than the one Jiang Haofeng had visited previously. The settlement did not even have a single Battle Witch at the Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm, only a dozen or so Lesser Witches at the Golden Immortal realm.

But as Golden Immortals, how could the Golden Immortals of a small Witch Tribe settlement compare to the offspring of the Demon Emperor?

These were the descendants born from the Demon Emperor. Their parents were all renowned Great Divine Powers in the Primordial Era, with powerful innate foundations and formidable divine abilities. Not to mention anything else, even their innate True Sun Fire was something the Witches could not counter.

The dozen or so Witches attacked consecutively, but they could not do anything to these ten Golden Crows. The vast True Sun Fire continued to fall, until the sea of fire engulfed the entire Witch Tribe settlement!