Ming Xin Acts, Scolds the Witch-Demon

Ming Xin's act of stirring up good and evil karma to indiscriminately settle the battlefield was like tossing a ladle of ice water into a pot of boiling oil—it instantly detonated the fury the Demon and Witch clans had been stockpiling for countless kalpas!

"Ming Xin! You Western bald donkey! How dare you!"

Eastern Emperor Tai Yi's hair bristled with rage as the Chaos Bell boomed. A Sword Qi, refined to its utmost limit, tore through the void, slashing straight at Ming Xin! This strike, born of fury, was enough to gravely wound an ordinary Quasi-Saint at the peak.

"You killed my Demon Race's warriors—die!"

Di Jun was equally enraged. The He Tu Luo Shu blazed with the light of billions of stars, and a phantom of the Grand Formation of the Stars instantly coalesced. Countless star chains, like a heavenly net and earthly snare, descended to envelop Ming Xin!

On the other side, the Twelve Ancestral Witches were no less furious.

"Meddling in the affairs of the Witch and Demon clans—who gave you the nerve?" Di Jiang tore through space, his claws carrying the Power of Law of severance, appearing silently behind Ming Xin.

"You destroyed my Witch Clan warriors—pay with your life!" Zhu Rong roared. The Heavenly God Fire transformed into a ten-thousand-zhang fire dragon, scorching the heavens and boiling the seas as it devoured everything in its path.

Gong Gong, Zhu Jiuyin, Xuan Ming, and the other Ancestral Witches struck simultaneously. In an instant, water, fire, wind, thunder, time, space, ice, and frost—all manner of terrifying Ancestral Witch divine abilities—hurtled toward Ming Xin from every direction!

At this moment, the Witch and Demon clans, who had been locked in a death struggle, temporarily set aside their mutual hatred because of Ming Xin's forced intervention as a "third party," focusing all their rage and killing intent on him alone!

In the distance, the great powers of the Primordial World, watching through divine sense, all sucked in a cold breath, their minds shaken!

"He... how dare he?!"

"Provoking both the Witch and Demon clans at once? Has he gone mad?!"

"This is nothing short of seeking death! Even if he's a Half-step Primordial Unity, there's absolutely no way he can withstand a siege from the peak powers of both clans!"

"Is the Western Teachings ready to completely sever ties with the Witch and Demon clans?!"

The Three Pure Ones of Kunlun Mountain, Styx River of the Blood Sea, Zhen Yuan Zi of Wuzhuang Temple... all the great powers watching this place were stunned by Ming Xin's audacious, nearly suicidal move.

Yet, facing this terrifying siege that could instantly annihilate any Golden Immortal of the Origin, Ming Xin remained calm. His heart was clear as a mirror:

"According to the original trajectory, if this battle drags on any longer, Dao Ancestor Hongjun will inevitably appear to stop it.

By then, everything will be settled, and I'll have no chance to intervene, let alone use this to verify the Great Dao and seize merit.

I must take control of the situation before the Dao Ancestor descends!"

As his thoughts raced, a flash of light surrounded him!

The Past Self and the Future Self simultaneously stepped out from within his body!

The Three Bodies stood side by side, their auras sharing the same origin yet each possessing unique mysteries, instantly forming a stable triangular formation that forcibly shared and withstood the terrifying attacks coming from all directions!

Boom—!!!

A cataclysmic storm of energy exploded around Ming Xin's Three Bodies. Space collapsed in sheets, and Earth, Water, Fire, and Wind surged wildly, as if the world was about to revert to chaos!

Yet, Ming Xin's Three Bodies stood like boulders in a raging torrent—though they swayed in the energy storm, they were not shattered!

The Past Self's aura of the Mortal World transformed into a ten-thousand-zhang barrier, drawing part of the attacks into the illusions of the mortal realm to dissipate them.

The Future Self held the Fate Compass, twisting the Threads of Karma to subtly shift the trajectories of some attacks as they approached, causing them to collide and cancel each other out.

The Main Body summoned the Five Elements Chaos Pagoda to let down chaotic flows, directly weathering the core strikes!

Seizing this gap, the Three Bodies of Ming Xin spoke in unison. Their voices were grand, carrying a power that struck straight at the heart, echoing deep in the Primordial Spirits of every Witch and Demon leader and soldier:

"Witch and Demon clans! Open your eyes and look!"

The Past Self pointed at the ravaged earth below, his voice filled with compassion and reproach: "This Primordial World was transformed by Father God Pangu, nurturing all life! Now, what has your war reduced it to?

Mountains and rivers shattered, spiritual veins severed, countless innocent beings slaughtered! How heavy is this sin!"

The Future Self swept his gaze over Di Jun, Tai Yi, and the Twelve Ancestral Witches, his tone icy and majestic: "You fight only to contend for the position of the world's masters, stirring up such a slaughter and creating boundless bloodshed!

Do you think your Witch and Demon clans can bear this infinite karma and overwhelming causality?! If you do not stop today, when the Tribulation turns back on you, it will surely be the calamity of your clans' extinction!"

Finally, the Main Body spoke, his voice like the judgment of the Heavenly Dao, carrying an unyielding finality: "If you do not stop now, when will you?

Must you wait until the very foundation of the Primordial World is shattered, all life withers, and you annihilate each other before you are willing to stop?!"

The Three Bodies shouted in unison, their voices shaking the universe!

The words carried the trial of the Mortal World, the warning of causality, and the majesty of judgment, striking like a great bell against the hearts of the Witch and Demon clans—especially those leaders who still retained a shred of reason!

Di Jun and Tai Yi's attacks faltered slightly. They looked down at the true "scorched earth and slaughtered innocents" below, and a flicker of complex emotion passed through their eyes.

Among the Twelve Ancestral Witches, Ancestor Witch Hou Tu gazed at the mountains of corpses and the soaring resentment, her face showing unbearable sorrow and grief.

Ming Xin's move was not merely a reliance on force; it was a pressure exerted through the greater trend, causality, and karma!

He was gambling—gambling that the Witch and Demon clans were not entirely mad, gambling that they would consider their clans' future, gambling that they... feared the unseen backlash of the Heavenly Dao!

On the battlefield, the killing intent that had briefly frozen due to Ming Xin's forced intervention began to be replaced by a deeper dread concerning the survival of their clans.

Ming Xin hovered in the air, the Dao resonance of his Three Bodies interwoven, coldly watching below. He knew that the most critical step had already been taken.

Next, it depended on how the Witch and Demon clans would choose... and whether that Dao Ancestor, high in the Purple Cloud Palace, would appear ahead of schedule.