The Witch Race's Massacre

When Ao Changsheng first obtained the Heaven-Reaching Jianmu, he had agonized over how to use it.

Should he take it into his inner world as a tree to support the heavens, or let it take root in a Great Thousand World?

If he chose to take the Heaven-Reaching Jianmu into his inner world, its current size meant that it would draw a little of his inner world's origin at first.

But it would soon surpass the scale of the world within him and begin nourishing it in return. Given the World Tree's growth rate,

and the endless Innate Spiritual Qi in his cultivation ground, Ao Changsheng's cultivation would likely enter a period of rapid growth.

In a few million years or less, the world within him could reach the level of a Great Thousand World, allowing him to break through to the Hunyuan realm.

The drawback, however, was that whenever the world within him evolved, it would no longer undergo a leap and transformation. He would never again be able to devote himself fully to sensing the mysteries of a world's evolution.

Ao Changsheng found that hard to accept.

Powerful as the world within him would be once it grew, cultivators were ultimately judged by the depth of their Dao.

The insights each leap of a world could bring Ao Changsheng were far more important than quickly attaining the Hunyuan realm.

So Ao Changsheng chose the second option.

He would plant the Heaven-Reaching Jianmu in his Great Thousand universe. Although it would cause the universe to fall to the level of a Middle Thousand World for a time,

its potential would increase enormously.

Moreover, given his current attainment in the Dao of the World, he could not consolidate the power of a Great Thousand World, but he could just about manage it with a Middle Thousand World.

As long as his incarnation carried that Middle Thousand World with him, even if he could not wield the combat power of a Sage, he would have no equal below that level.

And once the world within him completed its leap, his Dao of the World broke through, and the Middle Thousand World recovered to the Great Thousand level, his incarnation's combat power would surely rise to the level of a Sage.

That would be as good as Ao Changsheng gaining a Sage-level guardian of his Dao, one who could walk the Primordial World and even enter Chaos.

Chaos... Ao Changsheng murmured inwardly.

He had an intuition that the answer to the mystery of his transmigration might be found in the boundless Chaos.

After the Heavenly Court was established,

over the following several thousand years, Dijun and Taiyi, the only two publicly known mighty figures in the Primordial World to have severed two corpses, continued subjugating one race after another and forcing them to join the Demon Race.

During those several thousand years, another major event also took place among the Demon Race.

The Heavenly Emperor Dijun took a wife.

The one he married was the sun goddess Xihe. As a being born from the Sun Star, Dijun took the sun goddess Xihe as his wife.

For a time, more than half the stars in the Primordial World's starry sky became Demon Race territory.

The Demon Race's strength surged.

Endless starlight and Spiritual Qi poured down, and with the Heavenly Realm's already superior cultivation environment, the cultivation speed of every demon in the Demon Race, great and small, began to rise rapidly.

However, the entrance to the Heavenly Court lay atop Mount Buzhou. Vast as the mountain was, anyone heading to the Heavenly Court had to pass its foot.

This made the Witch Race, who lived at the foot of Mount Buzhou, very happy. After all, an endless stream of prey kept coming to their door.

How could they not be happy about that?

As for the witches who fell while hunting the Demon Race?

They called that falling?

That was returning to Father God!

For a time, the conflict between the Witch Race and the Demon Race grew worse and worse, even though both the Twelve Ancestral Witches and Dijun and Taiyi of the Demon Race were deliberately keeping it under control.

But...

The first signs of the Witch-Demon Tribulation had appeared!

One day,

that familiar voice once again rang throughout the Primordial World.

"The third sermon is about to begin. Hurry to the Purple Firmament Palace!"

At once, mighty figures made their way into Chaos with practiced ease. Almost all the Quasi-Sages and Daluo in the Primordial World headed for the Purple Firmament Palace.

Except...

The Great Witches of the Witch Race!

About a hundred years after the sermon began at the Purple Firmament Palace, the Great Witches of the Witch Race actually led countless witches in an assault on the Demon Race's Heavenly Realm.

Across the thirty-six heavens, the Great Witches slaughtered almost every group of demons.

Only a few demons ran fast enough to escape into the Primordial World's starry sky in time, saving their lives.

It was not just the Demon Race's Heavenly Court.

At this time, even on the lands of the Primordial World, countless witches, led by Great Witches, began sweeping through and slaughtering the demons there.

With the sermon at the Purple Firmament Palace underway, scarcely a Daluo remained in the Primordial World. With no Daluo to resist them, the Great Witches, each possessing Daluo combat power, swept across the entire Primordial World.

The Demon Race's blood nearly dyed the Primordial World Continent red.

Of the three sermons at the Purple Firmament Palace, the first and second had each lasted three thousand years, while the third lasted a full four thousand.

Apart from the first hundred years, the Witch Race spent almost all of the remaining thirty-nine hundred years slaughtering.

"You bastards of the Witch Race-"

A voice filled with boundless fury rang across the entire Primordial World.

The instant Dijun and Eastern Emperor Taiyi entered the Primordial World, they sensed the miserable plight of the Demon Race.

Both were instantly consumed by towering rage.

"Dong!"

"Dong!"

"Dong!"

His eyes bloodshot, Eastern Emperor Taiyi beat his Chaos Bell frenziedly as he flew rapidly over the Primordial World, sweeping through the groups of witches on the ground.

"Haha! Taiyi, you brat, let me, Zhurong, be your opponent!"

With a roar of laughter, orange-red flames pierced through space. Zhurong flew out of the void and attacked Eastern Emperor Taiyi.

"Zhurong..." Eastern Emperor Taiyi snarled through clenched teeth. The moment he saw Zhurong, he paid the other witches no further attention.

With the Chaos Bell above his head, he charged straight at Zhurong.

"Watch your back when you fight!" A voice suddenly sounded behind Taiyi. Zhu Jiuyin, the Ancestral Witch of Time, burst from the void and launched a sneak attack on him.

But an evil-corpse Taiyi and a good-corpse Taiyi flew out from above Taiyi's head.

His original body charged at Zhurong, while his good and evil corpses attacked Zhu Jiuyin.

It was not just Taiyi.

Nüwa was held up by Rushou, the Ancestral Witch of Metal, and Qiangliang, the Ancestral Witch of Thunder.

Fuxi was held up by Jumang, the Ancestral Witch of Wood, and Xizi, the Ancestral Witch of Lightning.

Kunpeng was held up by Tian Wu, the Ancestral Witch of Wind, and Shebishi, the Ancestral Witch of Poison.

Xihe was held up by Gonggong, the Ancestral Witch of Water.

Dijun, meanwhile, was besieged by Dijiang, the Ancestral Witch of Space; Xuanming, the Ancestral Witch of Rain; and Houtu, the Ancestral Witch of Earth.

The other Daluo Golden Immortals of the Demon Race were each engaged in battle by Great Witches who had long been prepared.

"You bastards!" Dijun glared at the three Ancestral Witches, his eyes nearly splitting with rage and his teeth almost grinding to pieces.

He had never imagined that the Witch Race would choose to launch a sneak attack while they were listening to the Dao at the Purple Firmament Palace.

And as for him, nothing had happened on either of his two previous visits to the Purple Firmament Palace, so he had actually forgotten about the Great Witches who never went there to listen to the Dao.

That was what had left the Demon Race without Daluo protection for the past few thousand years, leading to this wholesale slaughter.

"Elder brother, you..." Nearby, although Houtu was fending off Dijun's good corpse, her expression was just as grim.

Dijiang and the others had not informed her of the Witch Race's plan at all. Otherwise, how could she possibly have agreed to such a cruel plan?

Thirty-nine hundred years-nearly four thousand years of massacre. Almost all the myriad races of the Primordial World had been wiped out.

What a cruel thing this was!

The mere thought made Houtu's hands, which should not have trembled in hundreds of millions of years, begin to shake.

"Sister Houtu, let's take down this flat-haired beast of the Demon Race first. Your brothers will make a proper apology to you afterward!"

Nearby, Dijiang swiftly dodged Dijun's attack and shouted to Houtu, while striking back at Dijun with the Great Dao of Space.