The Second Witch-Demon War! The End

"Dijiang!"

From within the star scroll that had been cleaved in two came Dijun's furious roar.

At the same time, the two halves of the star scroll turned into countless points of starlight and returned to their original form. In an instant, countless rays of dazzling starlight shot forth.

The axe strike from "Pangu" just now had naturally not truly cleaved the Zhou Tian Star Dou Great Formation in two. As one of the Primordial World's greatest formations,

the Zhou Tian Star Dou Great Formation was naturally not so fragile.

Trying to break the Zhou Tian Star Dou Great Formation from outside without entering it would be thousands, even tens of thousands of times more difficult.

Still, the Zhou Tian Star Dou Great Formation was not a defensive formation, but a trapping formation and a killing formation.

It was fine against ordinary enemies, but the true body of "Pangu" summoned by the Twelve Ancestral Witches was on a different level...

Facing the countless rays of dazzling starlight, "Pangu" merely raised his right hand, and the "Pangu Axe" appeared directly before them.

The dazzling starlight shattered the "Pangu Axe" in an instant, and it dispersed, but Dijiang's booming laughter rang out from within "Pangu."

"Haha, there's no need to be so courteous as to see us off!"

Before his words had even faded, "Pangu" took a few strides and left the Primordial World's Heavenly Court and the Zhou Tian Star Dou Great Formation far behind.

He caught up with the countless members of the Witch Race, casually scooped them all up, and strode away laughing.

"Bastard!"

Within the Zhou Tian Star Dou Great Formation, Dijun gazed at the six heavens polluted by endless Sha Qi, his face incomparably grim.

Leaving aside the losses suffered in the six heavens that had been breached, the pure Sha Qi alone had already begun to seep into heaven and earth.

Even with the Demon Race's resources, eradicating it from a single heaven would take at least a million years.

It would take at least six million years to scour all six heavens clean and occupy them again.

The Heavenly Realm had thirty-six heavens, and six heavens made up a sixth of its territory.

This loss...

Even he could hardly say whether they had won or lost this battle. If they had won, they had not only lost many members of the Demon Race,

but several Daluo Demon Gods had fallen, and six heavens of the Heavenly Realm had been polluted by Sha Qi.

Yet if they had lost, the Witch Race had been defeated and forced to flee, and their losses this time were far more severe.

After all, the Witch Race's ability to reproduce was famous throughout the Primordial World.

"Cunning bastard!"

Dijun stared at the departing back of "Pangu" and cursed under his breath. Then he turned around and announced their "victory" in the war.

Those in the Primordial World were quite surprised by the outcome of this great war between the witches and demons, in which both sides had suffered heavy losses, with neither victor nor vanquished.

After all, they had witnessed the Witch Race crush the Demon Race in battle a million years ago.

If the Dao Ancestor Hongjun had not intervened, the Demon Race would surely have been wiped out in that battle.

Yet in a mere million years... the Demon Race had managed to fight the Witch Race to the point where both sides suffered heavy losses.

Although "Pangu" had been "unable to withstand a single blow" before Hongjun a million years ago, Hongjun was the first Sage of heaven and earth.

Wasn't it perfectly normal to be unable to withstand a single blow from him?

As for his might, even watching from far away, they could feel just how profoundly powerful he was.

Whether Daluo Golden Immortal or Quasi-Sage, before that "Pangu," all it took was one swing of the axe.

Yet the Demon Race had held him off!

Thinking of the formation the Demon Race had used to resist the Witch Race,

quite a few great powers in the Primordial World began to entertain certain thoughts.

"Pangu? This is worthy of being called Pangu's true body?"

Seeing the "Pangu" summoned by the Witch Race's Twelve Heavenly Gods and Devils Great Formation for the second time, Ao Changsheng still found it amusing.

The first time they had summoned him, it had been a little better. Ao Changsheng had at least been able to sense a trace of Pangu's will in that "Pangu."

Especially in the clash between Hongjun and "Pangu."

But this time...

All that remained was a powerful body, utterly empty of anything else.

"These Ancestral Witches simply don't understand what the true Power of Pangu is!" Ao Changsheng thought of the "Power of Pangu" he had once witnessed in Gonggong.

That incomparably profound scene

still surfaced in his mind from time to time.

Ao Changsheng shook his head slightly. He had nothing to say about the Witch Race; they were merely a race destined to decline.

The only one who could draw a little of Ao Changsheng's attention was Houtu, the Ancestral Witch who would open up reincarnation in the future.

Thinking of reincarnation, Ao Changsheng felt a flicker of curiosity.

After all, the reincarnation he had experienced and comprehended in his inner world was the cycle of worlds, the cycle of matter, energy, life and death.

It was not like the place of rebirth for living souls spoken of in the legends of the Primordial World, and Ao Changsheng was immensely curious about it.

Still, Ao Changsheng was in no hurry. Houtu would not open up reincarnation until the Witch-Demon Tribulation was at least halfway through.

By then, all six Sages in the Primordial World would have long since attained the Dao.

Besides...

With him here as well, it was uncertain whether Houtu would even open up reincarnation!

It was not that Ao Changsheng intended to stir up trouble.

It was just that... with a big shot like him here, even if he spent all day in secluded cultivation,

he was bound to have a considerable effect on the Primordial World.

"Let me see, then. Let me see just how great a storm the slight flutter of my butterfly wings can stir up in the Primordial World."

Sitting back to watch the winds and clouds surge and the tides rise and fall in the Primordial World was perhaps Ao Changsheng's only pleasure for passing the time between periods of secluded cultivation.

With a measure of anticipation in his heart, Ao Changsheng closed his eyes once more and resumed his secluded cultivation.

"Is it over?"

On the Supreme Yin Star, sensing that the Zhou Tian Star Dou Great Formation in the Primordial World had stopped, Nüwa also stopped operating the Supreme Yin Star.

She gazed into the distance toward the Primordial World, a trace of bewilderment appearing in her eyes.

Truthfully, Nüwa had no particular feelings for the Demon Race.

She had joined the Demon Race back then only because Fuxi wanted to join, and because she too disliked seeing the Witch Race hunt living beings.

Later, she had gradually come to like the feeling of the countless races of the Demon Race living together in peace.

But...

Nüwa was still deeply bewildered by the bloody massacre a thousand years ago.

Recalling her anger and killing intent at the time, Nüwa suddenly felt that perhaps she had not truly been so angry after all.

After all, the slaughter unleashed by the Witch Race sounded terrifying.

Countless living beings had been butchered, their blood flowing in rivers and nearly staining the land of the Primordial World red. But... now that Nüwa thought back on it,

wasn't the reason those countless beings had been slaughtered that they had joined the Demon Race?

And the Demon Race had the potential to threaten the Witch Race.

To an innate divine being like Nüwa, although the Witch Race's methods had been somewhat cruel,

eliminating a potential enemy in advance was only natural.

Besides,

even if the Witch Race had not hunted those countless beings, how many would still be alive after a million years?

In the Primordial World, cultivation realms included Earth Immortal, Heavenly Immortal, True Immortal, Mystic Immortal... Only upon reaching the Mystic Immortal realm could one's lifespan reach a million years.

Yet even in the Primordial World, cultivation was not the "right" of every living being, and those who could cultivate to the Mystic Immortal realm were exceedingly few.

After a million years, among the beings killed by the Witch Race, apart from the few demons in the Heavenly Court who had truly possessed potential at the time,

hardly any of the others would have become Golden Immortals. In the end, they would return to dust and earth!

In particular, over the past million years, she had traveled the Primordial World and helped the countless races recover their vitality. It had not even taken a million years;

after a mere few hundred thousand years, the countless races had all but returned to how they had been before the massacre.

Perhaps that was somewhat unfair to the beings slaughtered by the Witch Race.

After all, they might have died of old age, or died fighting on their own, or even become Mystic Immortals or Golden Immortals and lived on.

But...

People's joys and sorrows were not the same!

What ordinary beings perceived was not the same as what a divine being like her, a Daluo from birth, perceived either!

Feeling how slowly her cultivation had progressed over the past million years, Nüwa felt that, compared with handling the Demon Race's practical affairs,

she now missed cultivating in her own Dao field, coming out in her spare time to admire the magnificent Primordial World and relax before returning to her cultivation.

That kind of life was what she...

"Sister Nüwa... Sister Nüwa..."

The voice at her ear startled Nüwa from her thoughts. She turned to look at Wangshu, who was calling to her from beside her, and gave her an apologetic smile.

"Sorry, Sister Wangshu. I was lost in thought just now..."

"Lost in thought? Were you worried about the Demon Race, Sister Nüwa?" Wangshu asked curiously.

"No, I was just thinking about a few odds and ends." Nüwa shook her head gently, then walked over to Changxi.

Wangshu was somewhat unconvinced. She had called Nüwa several times without receiving an answer; for a Quasi-Sage to be in such a state was simply incredible.

But seeing that Nüwa had no intention of explaining, she was not curious enough to press the matter.

"Sister Changxi, thank you both for being willing to lend us the power of the Supreme Yin Star this time," Nüwa said softly.

"Otherwise, without the Supreme Yin Star, it really would have been difficult to bring out the full power of the Zhou Tian Star Dou Great Formation."

"Your Demon Race paid us for it! It was only a transaction..." Changxi stressed.

Nüwa chuckled softly and looked at the "tsundere" Changxi. "Sister Changxi, are you really not going to accept the Heavenly Emperor's proposal? He's been thinking about you all these years!"

"I told you..." Changxi paused briefly, but shook her head and continued.

"As long as Dijun can capture that Dragon Race Daluo and bring him before me, I'll agree."

"That Dragon Race Daluo..." Nüwa hesitated slightly, recalling the secrets about the East Sea that Hongjun had privately shared with his disciples.

But in the end, she said nothing.

In her heart, however, she observed a few minutes of silence for Dijun. After all, if Changxi insisted on that condition, he could be said to have no hope whatsoever of marrying her.

Perhaps... I could go and ask that senior for guidance! The thought suddenly surfaced in Nüwa's heart.