Half an hour later.
Mu Chen clapped his hands, feeling refreshed and invigorated.
Only Yin You remained on the ground, his face battered and bruised, so aggrieved he nearly burst into tears.
This was fucking bullying!
He was the dignified Ninth Prince of the Demon Race, after all!
He had needed no food since birth. How could he possibly shit?
Even taking ten thousand steps back, would he really refuse to admit it if he had?
Yet... the other party's cultivation was higher than his. He could not resist at all.
Such was the Primordial World. Even with a background that reached the heavens, the weak still could not get anywhere.
Mu Chen planted his hands on his hips and said coldly.
"Are you still going to argue now?"
Yin You shook his head, resigned to his fate.
"N-no... I wouldn't dare..."
Mu Chen nodded in satisfaction and spoke with earnest concern.
"Young man, making mistakes is all right. Recognizing your mistakes and correcting them is a good thing."
Hearing those words,
Yin You nearly spat out a mouthful of blood.
He simply could not understand.
How had such a shameless fellow become a Quasi-Sage?
Was the Heavenly Dao blind?
Mu Chen glanced at the sky.
"All right, go back to the Sun Star now."
Yin You froze.
"But..."
Mu Chen's gaze turned hostile.
"What? You still want to fly past me? If I tell you to get lost and go back, then get lost and go back!"
In the end.
Intimidated by Mu Chen's tyrannical might, Yin You slunk away, utterly aggrieved.
Afterward, he hid off to one side and curled up, no longer daring to release Sun True Fire, much less chase after his brothers.
Thus, before the ten Golden Crows could wreak havoc upon the land, their number had already fallen by one.
Mu Chen stood amid the sea of clouds.
His expression slowly grew solemn.
I've done all I can.
Stopping one Golden Crow means fewer people will die.
This was also the only thing Mu Chen could do.
The Great Witch-Demon Catastrophe arrived in full.
As the nine Golden Crows descended upon the mortal world, they provoked the Witch Race and the Human Race.
Sun True Fire swept across the land, killing countless living beings.
Decades later.
Kuafu, a Great Witch of the Witch Race, became so enraged that he chased after the nine Golden Crows.
Yet the nine Golden Crows were so swift that he could not catch them at all.
Decades later, after years of being scorched by Sun True Fire, Kuafu died of exhaustion.
News of this alarmed his close friend and fellow member of the Witch Race, the divine archer Hou Yi.
Da Yi flew into a thunderous rage, took out his divine bow, and decided to draw it at the cliff's edge and shoot down the suns!
Several days later.
The nine Golden Crows fell one after another in the Primordial World. Not one survived.
Yin You, the ninth son, had been watching from the edge of the sky. As he witnessed this scene,
he was utterly scared out of his wits.
Too terrifying!
So that senior had kept me from going over because he had foreseen the consequences and saved me.
Filled with gratitude, Yin You hurried back to his ancestral star and told Di Jun what had happened.
Di Jun flew into a rage, slew Hou Yi with thunderous force, and declared war on the Witch Race once more.
With that.
The tranquility of the Primordial World was instantly shattered.
The two great races fought a life-and-death battle beneath Mount Buzhou.
Although the Demon Race had greater numbers, its peak combat strength fell short of the Witch Race's.
In the end.
Eastern Emperor Taiyi wielded the Chaos Bell, joining Di Jun in a decisive battle against all the Ancestral Witches.
A battle of Quasi-Sages!
It was magnificent and tragic beyond measure.
Even the Sages watched this battle from the heavens.
At this moment.
Mu Chen briefly drew his gaze back from the battlefield below.
Before him.
The last wisps of Hou Yi's and Kuafu's spiritual consciousness floated in midair, their expressions blank.
This, too, was a choice the system had offered.
When Kuafu and Hou Yi died, it asked Mu Chen each time whether he wanted to save them and let them reincarnate.
Originally, the Great Witches of the Witch Race had no souls.
But the system was omnipotent, fusing their remaining spiritual consciousness into a wisp of soul.
Mu Chen had agreed both times.
Kuafu Chases the Sun.
Hou Yi Shoots the Suns.
These two Great Witches were talents whose names were familiar to everyone.
And talent... was precisely what the Human Race needed most.
Mu Chen looked at the two of them.
He asked earnestly.
"Through the Six Paths of Reincarnation, are you willing to reincarnate and be reborn into the Human Race?"
As soon as his words fell.
The two Great Witches looked toward the battlefield, hesitation showing on both their faces.