The Battle Between the Two Races Is About to Erupt!

Within the Primordial World, twelve presences shot into the sky, accompanied by raging fury.

Their battle intent blazed, sweeping across every corner of the Primordial World.

They were none other than the Witch Clan's Twelve Ancestral Witches!

"Hahahahaha!" Dijiang, leader of the twelve tribes, suddenly burst out laughing. His voice rolled across heaven and earth like thunder as he shouted, "Dijun, Taiyi! You two brats, if you want to fight, then fight; if you want to kill, then kill! Why would my Witch Clan fear you?"

"Stop spouting lies and making excuses so ridiculous they'd make our teeth fall out laughing. Your Demon Race's Demon God was beaten until both body and soul were destroyed. Never mind that his skills were inferior-you turn around and slander my Witch Clan instead. How shameless, how utterly brazen!"

"My Witch Clan inherited Pangu's bloodline and holds dominion over the Primordial Wilderness. We stand by the Great Dao, and the tides of destiny are with us!"

Dijiang's words were overbearing and wildly arrogant, brimming with boundless confidence and conceit! The Witch Clan truly lived up to its reputation for courage and love of battle!

"What a lot of talk. Dijiang, three days from now, I shall lead my billions of subjects to test our strength against yours. I'd like to see for myself how your Witch Clan stands by the Great Dao, has the tides of destiny behind it, and holds dominion over the Primordial Wilderness." Dijun's icy voice drifted down from the nine heavens through the boundless void.

"Hahahaha, good! Three days from now it is. I shall take you two brats' worthless lives!" Dijiang laughed, his voice dripping with endless mockery and scorn, his murderous intent plain to see!

He seemed to be mocking Dijun and Taiyi for overestimating themselves, while his killing intent was like the bitter force of deep winter freezing a thousand miles of an icy river!

At that very moment, atop a mountain an immense distance from the Witch Clan's Pangu Hall, Lin Yunji and Lady Nüwa stood side by side.

Dijun and Taiyi had just declared war on the Witch Clan, and the two races' powerhouses had exchanged shouts across the distance. Naturally, they had heard it too.

"How could this happen?" Lady Nüwa looked astonished and could not help saying to Lin Yunji, "I... I didn't mishear, did I? Taiyi just said an Ancestral Witch killed Great Demon Qijing. How could that be?"

"Given how powerful Dijun and Taiyi are, how could they have no means of seeing through the secrets of heaven and learning that you were the one who slew Great Demon Qijing?"

Puzzled, Lady Nüwa looked at Lin Yunji. Suddenly, she seemed to recall something and cried out, "Could it be because of you? Little Jade Bamboo, tell me the truth! Did you have a hand in this?"

"Hahahaha!" Hearing Lady Nüwa's suspicion, Lin Yunji burst out laughing. Then he shook his head and denied it. "Lady Nüwa, you've guessed wrong this time! I didn't do anything at all. But do you think it still matters who killed Great Demon Qijing?"

Hearing this, Lin Yunji fixed his gaze on Nüwa. Seeing her deep in thought, he continued, "I imagine this is merely an excuse they found to send troops against the Witch Clan! It doesn't necessarily mean they don't know who killed Great Demon Qijing."

As Lin Yunji spoke, his composure and effortless calm made it seem as though he had long since seen through everything. His confidence had a distinctive charm, as if his whole being were glowing, drawing Lady Nüwa's gaze.

"So that's how it is!" Lady Nüwa seemed to understand as well. She nodded slightly and agreed, "Indeed, that sounds very much like the way Dijun and Taiyi do things!"

Her gaze softened, and something stirred in her heart.

Though Little Jade Bamboo usually seems frivolous and sometimes has a glib tongue, and his cultivation is only at the Early-stage Daluo Golden Immortal realm, his mind is remarkably clear and perceptive. He is almost like a deity, truly watching the countless living beings and seeing through layer upon layer of truth. He truly embodies the saying: heaven and earth are not benevolent; they treat all things as straw dogs!

Sometimes he seems so proud, and at other times so indifferent, but if I look closely, why can I discern a trace of loneliness instead?

What is he thinking? And why is he lonely?

Lady Nüwa looked at Lin Yunji and fell into thought, her gaze growing somewhat entranced.

In the Primordial World, three days were no more than the flick of a finger, gone in an instant.

That day, countless living beings across the Primordial World hid themselves away to avoid the great battle between the two races. Others, however, waited eagerly, thinking only of how they could watch the fire from across the river while the two mighty races fought and reap the fisherman's profit!

The Demon Race, meanwhile, had long since made its preparations!

That day, countless billions of Demon Race beings, their momentum like a rainbow and their battle intent surging to the heavens, broke through the sky. Riding auspicious clouds stretching ten thousand miles, they descended into the void above the Witch Clan's tribes.

Dijun and Taiyi personally led the expedition, riding in an imperial carriage drawn by nine dragons.

Fuxi himself stood beside them, already at the Early-stage Quasi-Sage realm. Behind them stood the Heavenly Court's nine remaining Demon Gods, followed by three thousand powerful Demon Kings.

"Big brother is truly muddleheaded! How could he help Dijun and Taiyi after coming out of seclusion?"

Catching sight of Fuxi standing among the Demon Race, Lady Nüwa was deeply displeased.

After all, she was relatively close to Lin Yunji, while Dijun and Taiyi had already made enemies of him, and matters between them could not possibly end peacefully. As her elder brother, Daoist Fuxi truly should not have gone to help the Demon Race!

It was no wonder she thought this way; after all, first impressions were hard to shake. Now that she stood on Lin Yunji's side, she felt close to him, and so Dijun and Taiyi, who bore him ill will, were villains.

But she had forgotten that Fuxi did not know there was an irreconcilable conflict between Lin Yunji and the Demon Race!

And Daoist Fuxi belonged to the Demon Race, so it was only natural for him to support Dijun and Taiyi!

Lin Yunji, however, showed no displeasure. He merely smiled and said nothing.

Seeing how angry Nüwa was over what Fuxi had done, he could not help feeling warmth in his heart.

"Dijiang! How savage your Witch Clan is! Not content with slaughtering my Demon Race's subjects at will, you drink their fresh blood and feast on their flesh! Worse still, you have gone so far as to kill a Demon God of my race! If you cannot give my race an accounting today, I shall fight you until one of us is dead!"

Looking over from afar, Lin Yunji saw Dijun seated upright in his nine-dragon carriage, suspended in the void as he looked down upon the Witch Clan warriors.

His voice rolled like thunder, vast and mighty, so that these words rang in the ears of countless billions of beings throughout the Primordial World.

Rumble!

Now that they had heard Dijun challenge the Witch Clan on behalf of the Demon Race, how could the Witch Clan warriors remain turtles hiding in their shells? With a great show of force, they formed their ranks opposite the Demon Race warriors led by Dijun and Taiyi.

Leading the Witch Clan tribes was none other than Dijiang, with the other eleven Ancestral Witches standing proudly behind him. Among them was Ancestral Witch Houtu, whom Lin Yunji had met a few times.

"Dijun, Taiyi, you two brats are utterly unreasonable! Your Demon Race was born to be food for my people. You meddle in heaven and earth, and now you're meddling in what my Witch Clan puts on its dinner table!" Before Dijiang could speak, Zhurong, the Ancestral Witch of fire, could no longer contain himself and shouted abuse at them.

He had always had an explosive temper. One remark was not enough for him; he stepped forward, pointed at Dijun and Taiyi, and roared, "Cut the nonsense! If you want to fight, then fight! What is there to account for? Didn't you bring out this huge force just to fight? What, do we have to quarrel first? I won't waste my breath on you savages!"

Clang-

As soon as the words left his mouth, Zhurong shook the saber in his hand. The two fire dragons beneath his feet surged forward, turning into streaks of crimson flame that flew straight at Dijun and Taiyi.

"Ignorant fool!"

Confronted by Zhurong unleashing his might, Taiyi sneered, open mockery on his face. With a wave of his hand, he raised the Eastern Emperor Bell.

Dong!

Taiyi summoned his Law Power and infused it into the Eastern Emperor Bell. An ancient, muffled toll rang out between heaven and earth!

The bell's toll echoed through the void, its beginning and end unknown, as though it had existed since time immemorial.

In the blink of an eye, it reached Zhurong's side.

Pfft!

The moment Zhurong heard the bell, before he could react, his body shuddered and he spat out a mouthful of Essence Blood. All color drained from his face.

The majestic crimson fire dragons beneath his feet suddenly dispersed as well.

Their first exchange made the difference in strength clear.

Zhurong could not even withstand a single move from Taiyi!

"Is that Taiyi's accompanying Law Treasure? It's actually that powerful? I heard it was called the Eastern Emperor Bell!"

"As expected of an Innate Supreme Treasure! It really is terrifying!"

Seeing the Eastern Emperor Bell drive back Zhurong, the Ancestral Witch of fire, the moment it was used, the onlookers cried out in astonishment. Some even looked on with burning envy.

An accompanying Law Treasure! One could only encounter such a thing by chance, never obtain it by seeking!

"Zhurong!"

Zhurong was sent flying backward and took quite a while to steady himself. Feeling that he had lost face, he gave a cold snort and returned to the ranks of the Witch Clan's powerhouses.

Seeing Zhurong's expression, Gonggong, the Witch Clan's Ancestral Witch of water, gave him a questioning look, asking whether he was all right.

Zhurong shook his head almost imperceptibly. Only then did Gonggong look away and glare at Taiyi. Furious, he shouted, "How dare you injure my brother! You've got some nerve! Fight me, then. I'll give you a taste of what it's like to be drowned!"

Splash-

As soon as he finished speaking, Gonggong sprang into action, commanding towering waves that blotted out the sky and crashed toward Taiyi!

Dijiang was the first to charge out. Pointing at Dijun and Taiyi across from him, he roared, "Witch Clan warriors, charge-"

"Kill-"

Cries of battle shot into the heavens!

The great battle was about to erupt!