The Difference Between Sages! The Witch and Demon Races Today

"Could it really be true..."

Zhenyuanzi murmured in disbelief, looking at Fuxi, when he suddenly realized what was happening.

"But fellow Daoist, you clearly stated before that you used Hongyun's Primordial purple qi to attain sainthood," Zhenyuanzi asked.

"This is why I am still here today," Fuxi, turning around with a forlorn expression.

"Back then, Dao Ancestor Hongjun intentionally did not separate the attainment of sainthood from the attainment of Heavenly Dao Sage because the Primordial World was not suitable for attaining sainthood at that time."

"Not suitable for attaining sainthood?" Zhenyuanzi was stunned once again.

"Not bad!" Fuxi nodded, his expression once again falling, and said in a deep voice, "Cultivators are those who absorb the essence of heaven and earth to cultivate themselves."

"To attain sainthood and become a saint is to defy the heavens; by merging with the Great Dao, one will completely control this Great Dao within the Primordial World."

"This will prevent other cultivators in the Primordial World from sensing and cultivating this Great Dao. Furthermore, it can make this Great Dao invisible within the Primordial World Primordial World, interfering with its operation."

"Therefore... that's why Dao Ancestor Hongjun has now merged with the Dao, and why he mentioned the eight Heavenly Dao Sages."

"Only when eight Heavenly Dao Sages are born, plus the Dao Ancestor Hongjun has merged with the Heavenly Dao, can the Three Thousand Great Dao of the Primordial World be eternally suppressed."

"By then, even if one achieves the status of Dao-Merging Sage, one will no longer be able to interfere with the Three Thousand Great Dao in the Primordial World."

"Only then... will this method of attaining enlightenment truly flourish in the world, and only then will it be the Primordial World age of cultivation in the primordial world!"

Zhenyuanzi was overwhelmed by the series of major news events and stared blankly at Fuxi before him.

"But now is not the time for us Dao-Merging Sage to emerge. If it weren't for the Primordial purple qi protecting me, I'm afraid I would already be..."

Fuxi shook his head, looking dejected.

"Even so, I must remain here in the Fire Cloud Cave forever, awaiting the arrival of a true golden age of cultivation."

Fuxi turned around, his back looking desolate, and walked step by step toward the Fire Cloud Cave, with mysterious Eight Trigrams runes splashing up wherever Fuxi landed.

In an instant, an incredibly profound array enveloped the entire Fire Cloud Cave.

At the same time, it completely isolated Fuxi's aura.

"This..."

Zhenyuanzi looked at the scene before him, feeling an indescribable bitterness in his heart.

At an age when it is inappropriate to attain enlightenment, one attains sainthood!

Fuxi should have been full of vigor and high spirits, but now he is imprisoned in this small Fire Cloud Cave.

"Fellow Daoist Fuxi, please rest assured, I will protect the Human Race!" Zhenyuanzi said solemnly.

Even without informing him of the kindness of Hongyun's reincarnation, the information Fuxi revealed at this moment was enough to persuade Zhenyuanzi to agree to Fuxi's request.

Fire Cloud Cave, Fuxi heard Zhenyuanzi's voice outside the cave and looked pleased.

"In that case, the Human Race will entrust this to the town..."

"Bold--"

Suddenly, Fuxi let out a loud shout.

Then, to Zhenyuanzi's astonishment, it smashed the great formation that enveloped the Fire Cloud Cave to pieces and soared into the sky.

Then a Law Power magical hand descended towards the distant Primordial World.

"This... this..." Zhenyuanzi pointed at Fuxi in mid-air, his whole body trembling, his eyes filled with disbelief.

This is the third time today that Zhenyuanzi has lost his composure in this way.

Before this day, Zhen Zhenyuanzi had roamed the Primordial World for countless eons, but he had never lost his composure as often as he has today.

In mid-air, Fuxi floated down, muttering incantations.

"You dare to cause trouble for the Human Race? If it weren't for our old acquaintance, I would have slapped you to death."

The moment they fell back into the Fire Cloud Cave, the shattered formation abruptly returned to its original state, and then...

"In that case, we entrust the Human Race to Fellow Zhenyuan!" Fuxi's gentle voice reached Zhenyuan's ears.

Zhenyuanzi: "..."

Even as he left, Zhenyuanzi's mind remained Chaos, his eyes filled with confusion.

On the way back to Five Villages Temple Evil Corpse, Zhenyuanzi learned the reason behind Fuxi's earlier outburst of rage and the palm strike that had struck him.

It turns out that after Fuxi attained sainthood and left with Nüwa...

On Mount Tai, the Human Race, though reluctant, accepted the situation.

Just then, Jiuying, the former demon general of the Demon Race, suddenly appeared near Mount Tai.

As if unwilling to accept the decline of the Demon Race, believing that Fuxi had betrayed the Demon Race, he was filled with rage and went on a rampage of destruction, wanting to slaughter the Human Race.

It should be understood that the Jiuying is an unparalleled ferocious beast at the Quasi-Sage level. At this time, there are no Quasi-Sage among the Human Race, so how can they withstand the slaughter of the Jiuying?

Just as Jiuying revealed its true form, preparing to massacre the core Human Race who were leaving after the Fengshan ceremony at Mount Tai.

A colossal hand descended from the sky, swatting the ferocious beast away from Human Race territory and suppressing it.

Only...

Whether this day was due to Fuxi's account of Hongyun's reincarnation or a secret tale of Sage, it remains to be seen.

Zhenyuanzi didn't know whether he should believe it or not, or whether he should believe some things and disbelieve others.

Outside of Human Race territory.

Above a swampy landscape, a Bagua symbol appears and disappears in the void, emitting a weak light and suppressing the creatures within the swamp.

Above the swamp, several figures hovered in mid-air, gazing down at the nine-headed ferocious beast sealed within the swamp.

"It really is Jiuying."

One of the figures spoke, his voice low and deep.

"How... how could he do this, how could he do this!" Another figure, his eyes filled with extreme resentment, turned around and looked at the others, hissing in a low voice.

"Why can't it be like this... Didn't you hear his words of enlightenment? The Human Emperor Fuxi, the Human Emperor... and not the Emperor Xi of my Demon Race." Demon General Ying Zhao in a low, bitter voice.

"Even so, considering our past relationship, he shouldn't..." The demon general Guiche, who hadn't dared to speak before, still wanted to say something.

"Alright, shut up, Guiche!" Shang Yang interrupted Guiche, then said in a low voice.

"If we truly had no regard for past feelings, what we see before us now would not be the sealed Jiuying, but a dead Jiuying."

"Alright!" Bai Ze said calmly from the side.

"For billions of years, Emperor Xi worked diligently for the Demon Race, striving for Demon Race growth and prosperity. Even in the final battle, Emperor Xi did not desert his post and perished on the spot..."

"Fuxi owes my Demon Race nothing!"

Upon hearing Bai Ze's words, the other demon generals, though unwilling, could not help but disagree.

They had all witnessed Emperor Xi's behavior in the Heavenly Court, and naturally they could not erase it against their conscience.

However, even so, many demon generals still harbored deep resentment.

After all... in that great battle, their Demon Race's Heavenly Emperor Demon Emperor all perished, and countless Demon Sages and demon gods also fell.

Why is it that only you, Fuxi, survived?

Moreover, it has now undergone a complete transformation and attained sainthood.

Is it because you have a Sage sister?

But we have lost even the Heavenly Realm and the Heavenly Court, and have become homeless dogs.

Bai Ze, standing to the side, naturally noticed the resentment of the many demon generals. He shook his head slightly but said nothing more.

After all, even if he could understand Fuxi's current choice, deep down he still found it hard to accept.

"Alright, now what we need to do is not to blame anyone, nor to harbor deep hatred, but to preserve our own lives."

"Preserve the last strength of our Demon Race, so that our Demon Race can survive in the Primordial World," Bai Ze said in a low voice.

Not only the other demon generals, but even Bai Ze himself felt distressed.

When did the survival of the Primordial World Demon Race become their top priority?

Two flowers bloom.

There are two sides to the story.

At this moment, the Demon Race was talking about the Human Race and the Human Emperor Fuxi, while on the other side, the remaining Great Witch of the Witch Race were also talking about the Human Emperor Fuxi.

"Is the Human Emperor Fuxi... the Fuxi I'm thinking of?" The Great Witch Xiangliu asked in a low, menacing voice.

"It's him, of course!" Jiufeng said in a deep voice, "Besides Fuxi, is there anyone else in the Primordial World who dares to use that name?"

"Damn it... damn it..."

"Damn it! Damn it..." Xiangliu immediately flew into a rage, his killing intent soaring to the heavens.

The war between the Lich King and the Demon King was not the only one in which the Demon Race lost its pillar.

The same was true for their Witch Race; all eleven Ancestral Witch, countless Great Witch, and ordinary Witch Race perished.

But...

Why, why did Fuxi survive the Lich Wars?

"That Fuxi deserves to die!"

Xiangliu thought of his leader, Gonggong, who had rushed towards Mount Buzhou in despair. He could hardly contain his anger and wanted to rush into the Primordial World to kill Fuxi.

"Bang!"

A flash of axe light swept across, and the side of the giant axe slammed heavily into Xiangliu's body.

"Xingtian, you..." Xiangliu roared in fury.

"If you want all the remaining members of our Witch Race to return to the embrace of the Father God, then just say so, even if it means the extinction of my Witch Race."

Xingtian said coldly.

Upon hearing Xingtian's words, the enraged Xiangliu froze, his anger instantly extinguished.

It's because he's not afraid of death.

The Witch Race are not afraid of death.

For the Witch Race, death is simply returning to the embrace of the Father God.

But...

The entire Witch Race is now reduced to just the three Great Witch. Once they die, there will be no place for the Witch Race to stand in that vast Primordial World.

The Witch Race might even be wiped out of the Primordial World.

They are not afraid of death, but they cannot die.

Xiangliu's eyes regained their clarity, and he collapsed to the ground, his expression blank.

Beside them, Jiufeng and Xingtian were equally filled with resentment and... sorrow.

When did his Witch Race fall to such a state?

Fuxi was unaware of the situation of the Wu and Yao tribes, and even if he had known, he wouldn't have cared too much.

The moment he attained sainthood, the still-unfinished Lich Era began its transition into the Human Race era...

It should be said that the Primordial World had already entered the era of the Human Race!

The rise of Human Race is inevitable!