The Witch Race's First Battle Ends! An Outcome Already Decided

At that very moment, a sudden change occurred.

A figure appeared silently before the six of them. His less-than-towering body hovered in midair, facing the fist that destroyed everything.

Hongjun gazed at "Pangu" before him, a rare trace of gravity in his eyes. He raised his right hand to block.

His modestly sized palm stopped before "Pangu."

Boom!

The greatest sound was silence!

The instant fist and palm collided, everyone present was stunned. Even those watching through Divine Abilities or other Law Techniques were no exception.

It was as though heaven and earth had lost their color, leaving the whole world a blank.

When they came to their senses, "Pangu" had vanished. In his place lay the twelve Ancestral Witches, their faces pale.

Dijiang and the other Ancestral Witches were all pale, but every one of them glared at Hongjun, their fury soaring to the heavens.

Victory had been within their grasp. They had been about to wipe out the Demon Race in one fell swoop, only for Hongjun to ruin it for no reason.

If they had not experienced the terror of Hongjun, a Heavenly Dao Sage, when they transformed into "Pangu" just now,

the Twelve Ancestral Witches would surely have pounced on him and torn him apart alive.

Nüwa and the others, still shaken, were overjoyed. Without waiting for their emotions to settle after that brush with death, they hurried forward.

"Greetings, Master!"

"Greetings, Teacher!"

Nüwa addressed him as Master, while the others called him Teacher. After all, only Nüwa was Hongjun's personal disciple.

The others had the substance of a master-disciple relationship, but not the title.

Hongjun swept an expressionless gaze over them, ignoring the Twelve Ancestral Witches' furious stares.

"The Witch Race provoked conflict without cause and slaughtered for thousands of years in the Primordial World, incurring countless sins of slaughter. But considering that the Witch and Demon Races were already enemies, I shall only confine the Witch Race for a million years. They are forbidden to set foot outside Mount Buzhou Divine Mountain."

"We..."

The Twelve Ancestral Witches below clearly wanted to say something.

But Hongjun merely flicked his sleeve, and the Twelve Ancestral Witches-no, every member of the Witch Race in the entire Primordial World-were cast into the Mount Buzhou Mountain Range in that instant.

A barrier slowly rose around the immensely vast Mount Buzhou, sealing the entire Witch Race inside.

Then, paying no heed to the Demon Race Quasi-Sages' greetings, Hongjun vanished from everyone's sight as suddenly as he had appeared.

Pangu's phantom had vanished, the Twelve Ancestral Witches had been sent away, and Dao Ancestor Hongjun had quietly departed.

But... the shock everything that happened today had left in the hearts of the Primordial World's mighty figures lingered for a long time.

First, Hongjun had bestowed Sage positions in the Purple Firmament Palace. Then, upon returning to the Primordial World, they had discovered that the Witch Race had slaughtered almost the entire Demon Race there.

Then the Demon Race's Quasi-Sages had severed their second corpses one after another. After that, the Witch Race's mysterious grand formation had actually summoned "Great God Pangu" himself.

Finally, even the Heavenly Dao Sage, Dao Ancestor Hongjun, had appeared.

They had witnessed the divine might of "Pangu"! They had witnessed the immense power of a Sage!

The shock in the hearts of the Primordial World's mighty figures was beyond words.

In the East Sea, Ao Changsheng had naturally watched the whole of this "first battle between Witch and Demon."

To be honest, even Ao Changsheng had been startled when he first learned how ruthless the Witch Race had been. For 3,900 years, hundreds of millions of Witches had joined in killing the Demon Race.

The living beings who had perished numbered far more than hundreds of quadrillions.

The races of the Primordial World wiped out in this battle alone numbered far more than ten million. After all, not every race that had joined the Demon Race had a Daluo Golden Immortal who could go to the Purple Firmament Palace and preserve its last spark.

Many more races had only a few Golden Immortals, if any. They had joined the Demon Race merely to seek protection for their people, but the result...

"Witch Race, you've made a foolish move yourselves!"

Ao Changsheng sighed softly. With his insight, he could naturally see just how strong the Witch Race's fortune had become.

The slaughter of hundreds of millions of races had not merely caused endless killing or provided the Witch Race with countless blood meals.

More importantly, it had plundered the boundless fortune that originally belonged to those races. Perhaps the fortune of any one race was insignificant compared with that of the Witch Race.

But... with hundreds of millions of races added together, the fortune the Witch Race had reaped this time was terrifying. Their already immensely strong racial fortune had soared to become the greatest in the Primordial World.

But...

Ao Changsheng could almost see the scattered, faint strands of fortune rapidly growing across the vast Primordial World.

Like moths flying into a flame, they poured into the Demon Race's weakened fire of fortune, making it burn brighter and brighter.

The Demon Race... strictly speaking, there was no Demon Race in the Primordial World. It was not a race, but a faction.

A major faction that, in theory, all races could join, huddling together for warmth and mutual support.

And the race they banded together to resist was the Witch Race!

Originally, the Demon Race might have needed quite some time to grow to its full strength.

Dijun and Taiyi would have had to fight campaign after campaign and bring their people into accord before they could gradually subdue the myriad races of the Primordial World in their struggle against the Witch Race.

Only then could they become a Demon Race capable of standing against the Witch Race!

But now...

With its rampage of slaughter, the Witch Race had killed off almost every obstacle to the Demon Race's growth.

Yet the Demon Race's true foundation-the six Demon Race Quasi-Sages and hundreds of Demon Gods-had suffered little harm.

To the Demon Race, those demons who had not even reached Daluo were its foundation, but not its pillars.

Its true pillars were Dijun, Taiyi, those Quasi-Sages, and those Daluo Demon Gods.

As long as those Quasi-Sages and Daluo lived, the lesser members of the Demon Race would multiply rapidly over a million or ten million years.

From here on, Dijun and Eastern Emperor Taiyi would surely be able to unite the vast majority of the Primordial World's races without lifting a finger.

They had the favorable environment of the Heavenly Realm's thirty-six heavens, as well as the support of the boundless Spiritual Qi of the Primordial World's starry sky.

The million years during which the Witch Race was confined would undoubtedly be the best time for the Demon Race to develop.

It would not even take a million years for the Demon Race to recover fully from its losses over these past few thousand years and grow even stronger.

"Witch Race, you've handed Dijun and Taiyi the chance to make the Demon Race flourish yourselves!" Ao Changsheng shook his head slightly and sighed.

Still, he had no intention of warning the Witch Race. Their relationship was merely a transactional one.

Though he had been somewhat passive in that transaction.

But without a doubt, there was no bond between him and the Witch Race. Indeed, because of this slaughter of the Demon Race, Ao Changsheng even felt a deep loathing for the Witch Race.

Naturally, he would not warn them at a time like this.

But when Ao Changsheng thought of "Pangu" and Hongjun just now, he could not help sighing inwardly.

Compared with the Witch Race's childish schemes, that old scheming bastard Hongjun was far more formidable.

Take the Witch Race's slaughter across the Primordial World this time. Could Hongjun, who had been preaching in the Purple Firmament Palace, really not have known? How could that be possible?

Hongjun was not like him, shutting out the world whenever he went into secluded cultivation. He held the Jade Disc of Creation and was a Heavenly Dao Sage to boot.

How could anything that happened in the Primordial World escape his notice?

Taking a darker view, Ao Changsheng even suspected that the reason Dijun, Taiyi, and the others had failed to notice the Demon Race's plight during those years of listening to the Dao...

might have been Hongjun's doing too!

As for his purpose...

Ao Changsheng thought of the state Dijun, Taiyi, and Nüwa had been in earlier and could not help shaking his head with a sigh.

"Fellow Daoist Hongjun, what a scheme!"

Ao Changsheng sighed inwardly.

Regarding this war between Witch and Demon, Ao Changsheng was certain that although Hongjun had not acted directly, he had undoubtedly fanned the flames.

It was not merely to help the Demon Race grow ahead of time so it could oppose the Witch Race. He was also scheming against the two Demon Emperors, Dijun and Taiyi.

He had manipulated Dijun and Eastern Emperor Taiyi's state of mind, causing them to develop an obsession that would prevent their cultivation from advancing an inch.

After what they had experienced, Ao Changsheng was certain that the Witch Race had undoubtedly become an obsession for Dijun and Taiyi.

And according to Ao Changsheng's research into the Method of Severing the Three Corpses, unless that obsession vanished, there was absolutely no possibility of severing the Self Corpse.

And unless the Witch Race was destroyed, Dijun and Eastern Emperor Taiyi's obsession could not be dispelled.

As for where Ao Changsheng had obtained the Method of Severing the Three Corpses?

Once this inheritance had begun to spread through the Primordial World, it had ceased to be a secret.

At least, with Ao Changsheng's strength, it was no secret at all. He had easily obtained a copy of the Three Corpses Severing Secret Method and begun studying it.

And Dijun and Eastern Emperor Taiyi's inability to sever their Self Corpses had completely cut off any possibility of the two escaping the Witch-Demon Tribulation.

As for whether restraining Dijun and Eastern Emperor Taiyi would give the Witch Race an opportunity...

It was not that Ao Changsheng looked down on the Twelve Ancestral Witches. The point was that their method of breaking through to Quasi-Sage was not a fast track of exquisite ingenuity like Hongjun's Method of Severing the Three Corpses.

Constantly integrating the Great Dao into their bodies, transforming their physiques and improving their compatibility with the Great Dao was bound to be an extraordinarily long process.

Moreover, because of their physiques, the vast majority of Innate Spirit Roots and heavenly materials and earthly treasures had no effect on the Witch Race.

The span of a single tribulation was nowhere near enough for the Twelve Ancestral Witches' cultivation to exceed what Hongjun could control.

Ao Changsheng could not help shaking his head.

When it came to scheming, the Witch and Demon Races together probably could not match Hongjun. As for strength, there was no comparison at all.

So...

From this moment on, Hongjun had already arranged the decline of both the Witch and Demon Races down to the last detail.