Rewriting the Investiture of the Gods in the Primordial Era

The great war between the two tribes was halted at the most critical moment. Now, the morale of both tribes had significantly waned. Both were severely weakened, and neither had the desire to continue fighting.

"Witch Tribe, your Witch Tribe shot and killed my nine offspring. If I, Di Jun, do not avenge this hatred, how can I call myself the Demon Emperor?"

"From this day forward, my Demon Tribe and the Witch Tribe are mortal enemies!"

Di Jun stood in the void, his face pale, looking down at the Twelve Ancestral Witches, and said with bone-chilling killing intent.

Even though his aura had weakened to its absolute limit, the sharp killing intent in Di Jun's eyes had not diminished in the slightest; it was even more intense than before!

"Di Jun, my Witch Tribe is not a place for your brats to run wild. Whoever dares to act presumptuously on our territory will face this consequence!"

"Whoever dares to slaughter my kin and destroy my tribe, no matter who they are, if one comes, I will kill one!"

Di Jiang's eyes burned with rage, unfazed by Di Jun's words, and he declared resolutely.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches stood upon the great earth, and one by one, Great Witches broke through the void, converging beside the Ancestral Witches.

Streams of light from the Demon Tribe descended from the sky. In the blink of an eye, over a thousand Grand Unity realm Demon Gods had gathered around Di Jun and Eastern Emperor Taiyi!

The two sides confronted each other across the void, an invisible killing intent soaring to the heavens, the atmosphere growing increasingly heavy.

The beings of the Primordial Era once again held their breath, gazing at the void with uncertainty, fearing that the two tribes would start fighting again.

The previous battle had shaken the entire world. The hidden strengths of both tribes were revealed, demonstrating crushing power against other Quasi-Saint level forces in the Primordial Era.

For a time, the status of the Witch and Demon tribes had been secretly elevated in everyone's minds to be on par with the Six Saints of the Heavenly Dao.

No one knew if the Witch and Demon tribes could truly contend with Saints.

But for these Quasi-Saints, whether facing a Saint or the Witch and Demon tribes, they had no hope of winning!

They could afford to offend neither.

Everyone knew the Witch and Demon tribes were powerful, but they hadn't expected them to be this powerful.

Setting aside their hidden strengths for the moment, just the cultivators currently confronting each other, with over two thousand Grand Luo Golden Immortals present, was astounding.

The Three Hundred and Sixty-five Demon Gods of the Demon Tribe was already a thing of the past. The number of Demon Gods in the Demon Tribe was no longer three hundred and sixty-five; that represented the strength of the Demon Tribe when the Demon Court was established. Now, the number of Demon Gods had long since reached a thousand.

The Witch Tribe on the ground was not to be outdone. Witch Tribe tribes were everywhere, and Great Witches roamed freely. Although their numbers were two to three hundred Grand Luo fewer than the Demon Tribe, the overall gap was not significant.

In the face of the current Witch and Demon tribes, the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin tribes, which once dominated the Primordial Era, now seemed dim in comparison.

Looking at all the races in the Primordial Era, none could contend with the Witch and Demon tribes.

Even the Four Sects—Human, Chan, Jie, and Western—which would later dominate, were nothing in comparison to the current Witch and Demon tribes. Of course, this was without including the leaders of the Four Sects.

The aura between the two sides grew increasingly oppressive. With the convergence of over two thousand Grand Luo Golden Immortals, a vast momentum erupted, and terrifying power clashed between the two tribes.

Merely releasing their auras caused the void to distort, and space to tremble incessantly!

The two sides remained in a standoff for a long time. The temperature of the entire Primordial Era plummeted to freezing point, and the Great Divine Powers trembled with apprehension, fearing that the two tribes would clash again.

"Go!"

After a long pause, Di Jun spoke coldly.

As the words fell, Di Jun transformed into a beam of rainbow light and soared upwards, charging straight into the nine heavens. Eastern Emperor Taiyi followed closely.

Immediately after, the Empress Xi He, the Divine Physician Kunpeng, the Ten Directions Demon Saints, and a host of Demon Gods all soared upwards, heading straight for the nine heavens!

"Return!"

Di Jiang waved his hand, and the Witch Tribe members unleashed their divine abilities, speeding towards Buzhou Mountain. With each step, millions of miles of mountains and rivers were left behind. Thousands of Great Witches galloped across the land, their might boundless, their momentum shaking the Primordial Era!

The Twelve Ancestral Witches, leading nearly a thousand Great Witches, returned to the Ancestral Witch Hall in the Witch Tribe's ancestral land on Buzhou Mountain. The moment they entered the Ancestral Witch Hall, the Twelve Ancestral Witches collapsed onto the ground, their faces pale.

Di Jiang forced a bitter smile. "I didn't expect the Demon Tribe to have such a formation hidden up their sleeve."

"Hmph, so what? It's still no match for our brothers' Twelve Capital Celestial Gods Array!"

"If not for the Dao Ancestor stopping us, I would have definitely smashed that shameless Di Jun."

"He can't control his brats, yet they come to our tribes and slaughter wantonly. Does he expect us to not kill them just because they are his sons?"

"Never! Our Witch Tribe is not afraid of trouble!" Zhu Rong, the Ancestral Witch of Fire, snorted coldly.

The surrounding Ancestral Witches nodded in agreement, their faces showing shared sentiment.

The situation was clear: Di Jun thought they wouldn't dare to kill his brats, so he let those brats out. But clearly, he underestimated the bloodthirst of the Witch Tribe, and they were killed on the spot!

Di Jun's scheme failed, and instead, he pinned the blame for the death of his son onto the Witch Tribe. Hmph, if he wants revenge for his son's death, I want revenge for the slaughter of my kin!

They were just a few feathered beasts; how could they compare to the lives of so many sons? Not to mention Kuafu and Hou Yi; these two were among the twenty-four Great Witches of the Witch Tribe!

Among the thousand Great Witches of the Witch Tribe, only twenty-four had the potential to break through to Quasi-Saint. Two were lost at once.

This hatred was now forged!

"Hmph, if Di Jun and Eastern Emperor hadn't come so quickly, I would have definitely smashed those ten feathered beasts. It's a shame one of them got away!" Liang Qiang said resentfully.

The surrounding Ancestral Witches nodded hatefully, gnashing their teeth, all regretting that they hadn't killed the last Golden Crow.

"Pass word to all tribes: from now on, if you encounter anyone from the Demon Tribe, kill them without mercy!"

"For our Witch Tribe and the Demon Tribe, it's a fight to the death!"

"Eradicate all strongholds of the Demon Tribe on the Primordial Great Land, leave none behind!"

Di Jiang said furiously.

"Good!"

"This is how it should be!"

"How dare they cause trouble in my Witch Tribe, they're asking for death!"

One by one, the Witch Tribe members shouted loudly, clearly holding considerable resentment towards the Demon Tribe.

Amongst everyone, only Houtu, the Ancestral Witch of Earth, didn't display the same anger as the other Ancestral Witches. The events of today were too bizarre. Those Golden Crows were merely at the Golden Immortal realm. For them to slaughter Witch Tribe tribes, they were far too weak.

Even with the methods Di Jun had left on them, it wouldn't amount to much. At most, they could slaughter some ordinary tribes, but it wouldn't harm the fundamental strength of the Witch Tribe.

Though it might sound callous, ordinary Witch Tribe members were still part of the Witch Tribe. However, for the vast Witch Tribe, the former truly counted for little. To sacrifice nine of his sons for a few thousand tribes, Di Jun wouldn't be so irrational.

Given Di Jun's usual conduct, if he truly intended to act against the Witch Tribe, there were thousands of Grand Unity experts in the Demon Tribe. Any one of them would be more useful than ten small Golden Crows.

This felt more like someone was targeting the Witch Tribe, deliberately instigating a war between the two races.

Houtu looked at the indignant Ancestral Witches around her. She wanted to say something, her lips moved but then stopped.

There was no point. It was useless to say anything now. Nine of the ten Princes of the Demon Tribe were shot dead, and Kuafu and Hou Yi had fallen in battle. The animosity between both sides had already been forged.

Even if someone had indeed framed both tribes, so what?

Would Di Jun not seek revenge for his sons?

Or would Hou Yi and Kuafu not have their revenge sought? Let alone her eleven brothers, even Houtu herself could not let go of the hatred for the two.

No matter what, a battle with Eastern Emperor Taiyi was inevitable to resolve the karma of this matter!

The hatred had been forged, and words were meaningless. Even if there was a conspiracy, Kuafu was indeed roasted to death by ten Golden Crows, and the fact that nearly ten thousand tribes in the tribe were charred into coke was undeniable.

Hou Yi was also killed by Eastern Emperor Taiyi. These were unchangeable facts. Even if there was a conspiracy behind it, did these not constitute hatred?

No, these were still deep-seated grudges, a hatred as deep as the Blood Sea!

They would fight when the time came.

Similarly, the Demon Tribe was in the same situation. Nine out of ten Golden Crows had perished, and the Demon Tribe's losses were even greater than the Witch Tribe's.

A great war between the two tribes was now unavoidable. If so, then let them fight!

However, the person behind this should not be allowed to get away with it. Her brothers were too rough-and-tumble; it was best not to tell them. They couldn't keep secrets. The strength of the Demon Tribe should not be underestimated, and dealing with them currently was troublesome enough.

Anyone who dared to manipulate the Witch and Demon tribes would absolutely not be weak. At this critical juncture, if they were to provoke them, the Witch Tribe would be in serious trouble.

She would investigate secretly first. After uncovering the truth and dealing with the Demon Tribe, she would settle the score with the mastermind!

Houtu thought to herself.

As the Ancestral Witches' orders spread from the Ancestral Witch Hall, Great Witches flew out in all directions.

All the Witch Tribe's tribes in the Primordial Era mobilized. Dense numbers of Witch Tribe members rushed across the Primordial lands, heading towards the nearest Demon Tribe forces.

Instantly, tens of thousands of battles erupted across the Primordial Era. The Witch Tribe engaged in fierce combat with the Demon Tribe forces entrenched within the Primordial lands.

However, the Primordial lands were the Witch Tribe's domain. The Demon Tribe's core strength resided in the Demon Court. As the Witch Tribe members mobilized, large numbers of Demon Tribe forces were swept aside, and the Demon Kings who had been rampaging across the Primordial Era were all annihilated!

At the same time, within the Demon Court.

Nine Golden Crow corpses were laid out in the great hall. Di Jun, Eastern Emperor Taiyi, Xi He, Kunpeng, and other powerful figures of the Demon Tribe stood silently on the ground.

Di Jun and Xi He's faces were filled with grief. Their offspring had been born not long ago, yet nine of them had been killed.

Fierce flames of rage churned within their hearts, almost impossible to suppress.

Eastern Emperor Taiyi, standing beside them, was also consumed by extreme sadness. He and Di Jun shared a bond as strong as brotherhood. He had also doted on these ten young nephews. The once joyful little fellows had now turned into corpses...

"Lu Ya, didn't I tell you not to leave Tanggu Valley? How did you end up in the Primordial Era?"

Di Jun suddenly turned his head towards Lu Ya, the sole surviving Golden Crow amongst the ten, his face contorted with suppressed fury.

Lu Ya was startled. Eastern Emperor Taiyi immediately stepped forward, shielding Lu Ya behind him. "Big Brother, this must be the Witch Tribe's doing. Tanggu Valley is far from the Primordial Era, and Ying Zhao was guarding it. Lu Ya and the others are only at the Golden Immortal cultivation. If no one else was involved, how could they have left?"