Houtu, you'll regret this!

More Soul Beasts, however, did not mind. Scarlet King himself had Dragon Clan blood, for instance, and becoming a dragon had always been his pursuit.

Myriad Demon King was a Plant-type Soul Beast, so even less needed to be said about him. If they could cast off their identity as Plant-type Soul Beasts and become dragons, probably not a single Plant-type Soul Beast would refuse.

After all, this world was far too unkind to Plant-type Soul Beasts.

Awakening intelligence was difficult, taking human form was difficult, cultivation was difficult, and even surviving Heavenly Tribulations carried far greater risks than for ordinary Soul Beasts.

Taking the form of a dragon? Wasn't that a good thing?

Only Bi Ji tugged on Di Tian's sleeve, blinking as she asked timidly, "Di Tian? Do I have to become a dragon too?"

Meanwhile, in the Primordial World, the great war between the witches and demons still raged.

It was unavoidable. They had to fight until there was an outcome.

The two clans' fortunes had to be separated.

But Di Jun cared nothing for all that. All he wanted now was vengeance.

He held the Witch-Slaying Sword, backed by the Zhou Heaven Star Dou Great Formation and the Primordial River Luo Great Formation.

He rivaled a Sage. In his current state, he was simply beyond the Witch Clan's ability to stop.

Especially a Witch Clan without all Twelve Ancestral Witches.

Di Jun killed one Witch Clan member with every swing, as easily as chopping melons and slicing vegetables.

Nor did he care whether Sage Houtu would hold a grudge against him.

By now, he had gone mad with killing, wanting only to avenge his children.

Otherwise, he was unworthy of being the lord of the Demon Court.

Sage Houtu, meanwhile, hid within the void. Through her tears, all she could do was retrieve each Witch Clan member as they died.

She sent them into the Underworld.

Saint Nuwa stood beside her, watching her closely.

After all, the Reincarnation Underworld was her territory, and witches were not the only ones dying here. There were demons too.

These demons also had to be sent into the Underworld's Six Paths of Reincarnation to be reborn. Houtu could not be allowed to make things difficult for them.

Yet she watched Houtu occasionally sneak a few demons into pig wombs.

Even Saint Nuwa, whose state of mind had become as still as an unruffled lake after attaining Sagehood, was utterly speechless at this.

But Saint Nuwa did not want to create complications. If a few unlucky souls became pigs, then pigs they would be.

Pig demons were demons, after all.

She remained here only to maintain the stability of the Primordial World.

As long as the dead members of the Demon Clan could reincarnate smoothly, that was enough.

Amid the carnage of the two clans' great war, everyone became blinded by bloodlust.

The fortunes belonging exclusively to the two clans were also dwindling madly. Instead, through some rule of heaven and earth, the Human Clan's fortune grew more solid.

This left Houtu quite furious.

The Human Clan, the Human Clan! Heavenly Dao, if you favor the Human Clan so much, why did you give fortune to the Witch and Demon Clans in the first place?

Why give them the ambition to rule?

If Father God Pangu were here~

Heavenly Dao: Actually, I'm following Father God Pangu's will too!

Among the Twelve Ancestral Witches, Gou Mang, Ru Shou, Tian Wu, Qiangliang, Shebishi, Zhu Jiuyin, and Xi Zi.

They perished together with Ji Meng, Ying Zhao, Fei Lian, Jiu Ying, and Great Wind of the Ten Great Demon Marshals.

All of them fell!

Xuanming, the Ancestral Witch of Rain and Ice, fought Eastern Emperor Taiyi, who wielded the Eastern Emperor Bell, in a battle to the death. They perished together.

Meanwhile, Dijiang, leader of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, not only presided over the incomplete Twelve Heavenly Gods and Fiends Great Formation, withstanding the Demon Court's Zhou Heaven Star Dou Great Formation head-on.

Surrounded and attacked by the demons, he exhausted his strength and fell.

But his death did not come without a price. In the end, he sacrificed himself to shatter the Zhou Heaven Star Dou Great Formation, causing Di Jun to suffer a backlash that exhausted his origin. He too fell.

The Witch Clan all died in battle. Only Kunpeng, who had long since realized things were going badly, secretly snatched the River Diagram and Luo Book and fled far away to the Northern Darkness.

With that, the Witch-Demon War ended.

All the fortune went to the Human Clan.

Looking at the blood Qi filling the sky, Saint Nuwa felt compassion arise within her. She summoned the Eastern Emperor Bell and gathered the corpses of the myriad demons.

After all, the Eastern Emperor Bell was an innate supreme treasure, formed from the handle of the Sky-Opening Axe.

It was one of the three great innate supreme treasures.

After all the fighting, after such a terribly tragic spectacle, the Eastern Emperor Bell remained completely undamaged.

In truth, if Eastern Emperor Taiyi had not fought and assisted Di Jun in operating the Zhou Heaven Star Dou Great Formation and the Primordial River Luo Great Formation.

Had he hidden within the Eastern Emperor Bell, even a Sage could have done nothing to him.

What a pity.

Saint Nuwa sighed softly and crafted the magic treasure, "Demon Court."

The Eastern Emperor Bell guarded it.

If they reincarnated and cultivated anew, perhaps they could recover their former legacies through the "Demon Court."

Naturally, the Great Witch-Demon War had not ended with every last member of both clans perishing together.

Some members of the Demon Clan remained, standing blankly where they were. The Demon Court was gone.

Where were they to go from here?

Nuwa handed the Eastern Emperor Bell to the half-dead Ji Meng.

One of the Ten Great Demon Generals.

He had survived.

Nuwa healed his injuries and instructed him, "From this day forth, the Demon Clan shall retreat to the Northern Kuru Continent. There is no need to concern yourselves with the affairs of the Primordial World anymore. The Demon Clan's age is over."

Ji Meng stared blankly at the Eastern Emperor Bell, unable to quite process it.

"But, but what about avenging our Demon Clan?"

Nuwa looked at her calmly. "The Witch Clan is already gone. You may consider it the Demon Clan's victory, but the Demon Clan is no longer the protagonist of the Primordial World."

"If you do not want to meet the same end as the Witch Clan today, leave now."

Of course, Nuwa added, "Think of the Dragon-Han Calamity, and how the three clans ended."

Ji Meng went cold all over. Finally, he bowed deeply to Nuwa, took the Eastern Emperor Bell, gathered the remnants, and departed for the distant Northern Kuru Continent.

Sage Houtu did not stop them either. With a grave expression, she turned to leave.

After all, she never wanted to set foot on this damned land of the Primordial World again.

Although she had gathered every member of the Witch Clan into the Underworld, stripping the Witch Clan of its fortune in such a cruel fashion still meant she had watched helplessly as her clansmen died before her eyes.

And there was nothing she could do.

She was even so stifled that, taking advantage of the incomplete Twelve Heavenly Gods and Fiends Great Formation Dijiang had cast, which still lingered there.

Sage Houtu took control of it directly.

A complete Pangu Phantom, the Great Dao of Strength.

No, its power was even far greater than the complete Twelve Heavenly Gods and Fiends Great Formation had been when all Twelve Ancestral Witches gathered.

After all, this was Sage Houtu, not the Ancestral Witch Houtu.

Without hesitation, she simply swung an axe straight at the heavens.

Target: the Purple Cloud Palace.

Beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, at the edge of chaos.

Hongjun had been frightened last time, causing him to leave the Primordial World and abandon his previous progress in merging with the Dao.

Now that everything had settled down, no existence in this world could threaten him anymore.

Although there had been one tiny unexpected development, with Houtu becoming a Heavenly Dao Sage.

The outcome of the Witch-Demon War had still caused the true bodies of the Twelve Ancestral Witches to perish. Even if Houtu had brought them to the Underworld, they had lost their physical bodies and their Ancestral Witch blood essence.

They could no longer activate that damned Twelve Heavenly Gods and Fiends Great Formation, which could summon the Pangu Phantom, to threaten him.

Hongjun returned to the Primordial World once more and resumed merging with the Dao.

Although he had abandoned his previous progress, as far as Hongjun was concerned, nothing in this world could threaten him anymore. Thus, he had plenty of time. Time was the last thing he lacked.

Merging with the Dao had to be done slowly. Impatience would not do.

But just then, a somewhat familiar feeling seemed to rise in his heart.

The next moment, a massive axe mighty enough to cleave heaven and earth split through the realm Beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens.

Hongjun frowned slightly. Who had fought their way up here?

"How dare you!"

Just as he stepped outside the Purple Cloud Palace, he saw Pangu's massive axe coming straight at him.

Without another word.

He fled!

What a joke! He would have to be brain-dead to take that head-on.

It was not that he could not withstand it.

Rather, if he did withstand it, what if "Pangu" determined that such a powerful figure still existed within the Primordial World?

What if he activated a contingency to kill him?

Endure!

It was all for the sake of merging with the Dao!

In the end, Hongjun watched his Purple Cloud Palace split in two, his face pale with rage.

Outrageous!

Did she take him for a sickly cat? This was going too far!

"Just wait until I merge with the Dao!"

"Houtu! You'll regret this!"