Off to Be Reborn as Pigs, All of You

No one on the Douluo Continent paid any attention to Shrek Academy's declaration. Just forbid your own Shrek Academy students from learning it and leave it at that.

Brand them Evil Soul Masters, too?

Were they really going to arrest people within the Federation and punish those Soul Masters who cultivated the Dragon Transformation Art?

Did they think this was ten thousand years ago?

Meanwhile, over in the Primordial World, after Nuwa and Houtu attained the Dao Fruit of a Sage one after the other.

The Witch-Demon War had originally been forcibly suppressed by the two great Sages.

But this thing could not be avoided.

Because Di Jun's sons had died.

They had been shot dead by an Ancestral Witch!

Of the ten great Golden Crows, nine had been shot dead. Now only his youngest son, Lu Ya, remained.

How could Di Jun accept this?

He was the mighty Demon Emperor. If he swallowed this humiliation, what right did he have to remain the lord of the Heavenly Court?

"So what if you're Sages!"

"Zhou Heaven Star Dou Great Formation!"

His furious roar shook the thirty heavens, making them tremble slightly.

He directly drew upon the power of countless stars to empower himself, while commanding the demons of the Demon Court.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches possessed the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Fiends Great Formation, which could rival a Sage.

But their Demon Court naturally had a way to counter it: the Zhou Heaven Star Dou Great Formation.

Ever since the Demon Court's establishment, they had been laying out this great formation.

At the same time, the River Diagram and Luo Book flew out from between his brows. Black and white Dao patterns flowed, forming another supremely profound formation, the Primordial River Luo Great Formation.

Bolstering the Zhou Heaven Star Dou Great Formation, it should likewise be able to match the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Fiends Great Formation and contend with a Sage.

Both great clan-protecting formations activated at once, and the Witch-Demon War inevitably broke out all the same.

At the same time, a longsword appeared in Di Jun's palm, slowly emerging into the world, its cold gleam piercing and its killing aura ancient beyond measure!

At that moment, the sword was covered in the essence blood of Ancestral Witches.

The Witch-Slaying Sword.

This was a divine weapon Di Jun had forged specifically to slaughter the Witch Clan.

However, when the Witch-Slaying Sword appeared, Houtu was in the Underworld, trying to find a way to get past this Witch-Demon War and forcibly suppress it with the abilities of a Sage.

But the instant the Witch-Slaying Sword appeared, Houtu could no longer remain calm.

Was this some kind of joke?

You actually drew the Witch-Slaying Sword right in front of me.

Houtu valued her bonds above all else. Using her own clanspeople to forge some vicious weapon?

How could she tolerate that?

She wanted to cut Di Jun down on the spot.

But just then, a warm, gentle hand lightly rested on her shoulder.

Nuwa appeared beside her and soothed her. "Houtu, steady your mind. You have already attained the Dao and become a Sage. A Sage must not casually interfere with the course of the Primordial World's greater tide."

"The Heavenly Dao has its own ordained course. If you forcibly intervene and become entangled in karmic burden, even your Sagehood will be tarnished."

Houtu's chest heaved violently with anger, her gaze fixed on the Witch-Slaying Sword high in the heavens.

"But that is the Witch-Slaying Sword! Di Jun wants to slaughter my entire Witch Clan!"

Nuwa also had quite a headache at this moment. She had previously been in seclusion all along and had never concerned herself with the Demon Court's affairs.

Nor had she expected the Witch and Demon Clans to have already reached such a state, as incompatible as fire and water.

Of course, Nuwa also seemed not to have realized that the Human Clan she had established was living amid deep waters and scorching flames all the more.

But as Sages, they knew a thing or two.

The greater tide of heaven and earth could not be stopped.

"Look at the Witch Clan. Gonggong is wounded, and now you have become a Sage and left the ranks of the Ancestral Witches. The Twelve Heavenly Gods and Fiends Great Formation has long since become incomplete."

"Without the complete formation, the Witch Clan cannot withstand the Demon Court with its two great formations activated and the Witch-Slaying Sword in hand."

"Had you not stabilized Zhurong's injuries with the source of reincarnation just now, he would likely have already perished in the earlier clash, his karmic burden leaving him unable to find release for all eternity."

Houtu remained silent for a long time, recalling what that dragon had said.

If things truly reached the point of no return, she could bring the Witch Clan into the Underworld and abandon the struggle for supremacy in the Primordial World.

After all, working in the Underworld would also earn them merit. It counted as a pretty cushy job.

But did she really want to do that?

She knew that the Witch Clan carried a warlike, unyielding will in their very bones and prided themselves on being Pangu's descendants.

Even if she was a Sage, if she forcibly suppressed the Witch Clan and dragged them into the Underworld, never again to concern themselves with the Primordial World's affairs.

The entire Witch Clan would ultimately refuse to accept it.

"Since Sages cannot enter the fray and interfere in disputes, yet I cannot simply watch the Heavenly Dao toy with my Witch Clan's fate, then my Witch Clan will no longer remain on this primordial land."

"I will relocate every member of the Witch Clan into the Underworld."

"From this day forth, the Witch Clan will not leave the Underworld."

Nuwa froze briefly, then understood. This was probably the only way Houtu could find to preserve the Witch Clan.

As for the Demon Clan?

Nuwa felt a headache coming on. She was, after all, the Demon Clan's Sage.

Now Houtu had found a way out for the Witch Clan, but what about her Demon Clan?

Those Witch Clan fellows were all simple-minded and strong-limbed. If they disobeyed, a beating would do.

But the Demon Clan was different. With that complete Zhou Heaven Star Dou Great Formation, if it truly came to a head-on clash, even a Sage could not resolve it quickly.

That would shatter the Primordial Continent and leave her entangled in karmic burden.

But now Di Jun had already gone mad. Nuwa asked, "Could you retrieve Di Jun's nine sons from reincarnation?"

Houtu sensed things briefly, then finally nodded. "I can retrieve a wisp of their true spirits, but if you want them to become demons again, that won't work."

"For now, they can only be reincarnated."

Nuwa said, "That works too."

As for the current Witch-Demon War.

Since both of them had become Sages, they could not stand by and watch.

And let it poison the countless living beings of the Primordial World.

Thus, Nuwa and Houtu joined forces and opened up an independent space beyond the heaven and earth of the Primordial World.

"If you wish to fight, fight here." Nuwa's voice spread throughout the Demon Court and the Witch Clan's camp. "This place is a world unto itself. The flames of war will not reach the Primordial Continent."

"Surely the Witch and Demon Clans do not wish to follow in the footsteps of the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin Clans."

Red-eyed, Di Jun gripped the Witch-Slaying Sword and remained silent for a moment. In the end, he did not refuse the Sages' terms.

He wanted revenge, but he also knew that the Demon Court could not withstand a Sage's true wrath.

It would have been fine if only Nuwa had become a Sage, but now Houtu had become one too.

The Ancestral Witches exchanged glances, and Dijiang agreed in a deep voice.

And so, a bizarre scene unfolded in the Primordial World.

Life in the Primordial World continued peacefully, while beyond the heavens, battle was already raging.

Di Tian relied on the Zhou Heaven Star Dou Great Formation and the Primordial River Luo Great Formation.

With the Witch-Slaying Sword in hand.

Like a Sage, he slew any god who barred his path and any Buddha who stood in his way.

Meanwhile, the remaining ten great Ancestral Witches could only barely maintain an incomplete version of the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Fiends Great Formation.

Whenever a member of the Witch Clan was injured or died, Houtu would retrieve them into the Underworld without expression.

As for the Demon Clan?

Those she found agreeable, who had never harmed the innocent, would get a good reincarnation in their next life.

But if they had harmed others even the tiniest bit, well, sorry about that.

The Underworld seems to be my territory.

Xu You was utterly exhausted at this point.

The Reincarnation Brush and Book of Life and Death in his hands had never stopped.

"Seriously, being a workhorse in my previous life was bad enough. Why am I still a workhorse in this life, even after transmigrating?"

He was truly speechless. The Underworld had work to do but barely anyone to do it.

They were especially short on clerical staff. Of those few Witch Clan members, how many could handle clerical work?

"Maybe I should just send this whole bunch of demons off to be reborn as pigs."

"That would save me some trouble, too."