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Chapter 942: Another Human King

The area around Mount Buzhou is no longer suitable for living.

Murong Ji thought about it carefully and decided to promote intermarriage between the human race and the witch race. No matter what, Hou Tu was an extremely important saint.

If we can't squeeze her out of the spot, then we can only lead her to join the human race, let her become the ancestor of the human race, and enjoy the incense and fortune of the human race.

In this way, the human race can, in a certain sense, produce numerous geniuses and outstanding people, and the authority to control reincarnation is too great. No matter what, it is a force that cannot be ignored.

After coming to his senses, Murong Ji arranged for Xuanming and the Wu clan to settle near the royal city.

After settling them down, Murong Ji dealt with the urgent matters at hand, and discussed with Feng Hua and Feng Xu. After resolving most of the urgent matters, he stood up and walked out of the royal city.

Now that he had some free time, Murong Ji also wanted to take a look at the ups and downs of this world. The human race was still poor, they couldn't even get enough food, let alone development.

When he came to his senses, he realized that he had arrived at the Witch Clan's base. Murong Ji walked into the Witch Clan's base and took a look. In fact, it was no different from the human race.

In this great battle, ninety percent of the thirty to forty thousand Wu tribe members died. The remaining ones were taken away to pacify the area by Xingtian, Houyi, Chiyou and others.

He waved his hand to stop a member of the Wu clan and said directly, "Take me to see your Wu Zu."

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Murong Ji followed behind the man, looking around everywhere. The witch clan was surrounded by a large amount of calamity energy. There was no way to stop them. The pillars of heaven collapsed and all living beings were lost.

Countless lives perished because of a great calamity caused by the lich. This is the cause and effect, and it is the calamity.

The human race still has the support of merit, which can eliminate most of the calamity and cause and effect without affecting their practice and life, but the witch clan is not like that.

Murong Ji's mind was turning over a lot for a moment, and he came up with an idea in his mind. He wanted to promote intermarriage between the human race and the witch race, so now he had to solve the problem of Xuanming.

In the original timeline, Xuanming died in the great calamity of witches and liches, but now, because of herself, she and Houtu are the only two ancestor witches left.

"Your Majesty, we're here. I'll go inform Wu Zu."

Murong Ji nodded and waited outside the yard. Not long after, he heard a voice coming from inside the house: "Come in."

The voice sounded a little weak and a little vicissitudes of life.

[It seems that this catastrophe has left this person with many deep feelings. ]

Murong Ji pushed the door and entered the yard, then glanced at the layout of the yard. It was a bit simple and messy, and many things had not been sorted out yet.

When I pushed the door open and entered the room, I saw Xuan Ming, whose face was pale and full of evil spirit, sitting on the chair in front of him with a somewhat tired look.

At this time, Xuan Ming's realm had fallen to the Daluo Golden Immortal, and he was at the bottom among the Daluo Golden Immortals.

For a moment, Murong Ji was still a little stunned, but looking at the aura of disaster lingering around her, he was no longer surprised. If her cultivation had not declined, that would be strange.

With this collision, Di Jun almost dragged the demon clan, the witch clan, and even Murong Ji to be buried with them.

If Murong Ji did not have his own methods, these calamities would have eroded the luck, and then the rise of the human race would have encountered setbacks again.

"What's going on?" Murong Ji asked casually, then sat on the chair on the other side of Xuan Ming.

Xuan Ming shook his head and said nothing more.

Without further ado, Murong Ji knew that Xuan Ming was not feeling well at the moment. He was unable to dispel the calamity energy, and his cultivation level was declining.

Murong Ji sighed lightly and grabbed the calamity energy surrounding Xuan Ming casually. The energy gathered in Murong Ji's hand and was then sucked into his stomach.

"I can't do anything about it if it's integrated into your blood and energy." As he said that, he handed Xuan Ming a jade bottle. These pills could make her feel better and stabilize her realm.

Looking again, the calamity energy was still slowly condensing around Xuan Ming. In such a short period of time, it was almost the same as what Murong Ji absorbed.

For a moment, Murong Ji felt helpless. Once a person is possessed by calamity, not everyone can dispel it like him.

"It's not easy to save a life. After all, we have survived. We should think about how to keep them alive."

Xuan Ming was full of sorrow. She really had no way to dissipate the evil spirit of the Wu Clan. Only luck could offset the evil spirit of the Wu Clan.

Where else can one obtain such tremendous luck and merit?

Then, Xuan Ming's eyes lit up and his gaze fell on Murong Ji, looking at Murong Ji carefully.

Murong Ji felt a chill down his spine, and he twitched his lips and said, "Why are you looking at me like that? If you have anything to say, just say it directly."

Xuan Ming and Murong Ji were not very familiar with each other, but she, who had always been straightforward, suddenly felt a little embarrassed at this moment.

After hesitating for a long time, he said, "Use the luck of the human race to help us wash away the calamity. I...I will thank you."

"Thanks?! Stop it, big sister!" Murong Ji said coldly, "To accumulate such a small amount of merit and luck, is it easy? I... even put my life on the line!"

"The human race shouldn't have gotten involved in the witch-lich catastrophe. I risked my life for the sake of merit and luck. Now, because of your words of thanks, I want to use 40% of the human race's luck to dissipate the witch clan's calamity. Do you think this is appropriate?"

Murong Ji's tone was not polite, and he was full of sarcasm. He would fight anyone who dared to touch the destiny of his race. Saints were no exception!

If it were in the past, he would have to walk away with his tail between his legs when he saw a saint. After Kangtian, he broke through to the eighth level of Shangqing. Under the saint, he, Murong Ji, was number one!

Xuan Ming's expression instantly collapsed, and he said somewhat sadly: "What can I do? My brothers are all dead, and Hou Tu is still in seclusion. There is nothing I can do."

Murong Ji's originally angry face instantly put on a gentle smile, raised his eyebrows slightly, and then said: "I can show you a way forward."

Xuan Ming instantly raised his head and looked at Murong Ji with hope on his face, "Are you willing to use the luck of the human race to help us?!"

Murong Ji did not respond, and continued, "Merge the Wu Clan into the Human Clan. From today on, you will enter the Royal City as the Human King and govern."

"Every witch of marriageable age who marries a human will have children who identify themselves as human."

"With one or two generations, most of the calamity energy can be washed away. For the rest, we can follow the human race to do things to clear the meridians of heaven and earth, and use our merits to wash away our own calamity energy. It's not difficult."

Murong Ji finished speaking, and turned to look at Xuan Ming's expression. His eyebrows slightly sank, this was the reason why he kept Xuan Ming.

In the Wu clan today, the only ones who can make decisions are her and Hou Tu.

But isn't Hou Tu in seclusion now? In seclusion, she naturally doesn't know what's happening outside. Fearing that the outside world would disturb her, Murong Ji specially set up layers of formations in the place where Hou Tu was in seclusion.

She also secretly found Fuxi and found a way to conceal the secret. Nuwa also contributed a lot to this.

Block Hou Tu's perception and energy, allowing her to practice with peace of mind.

Otherwise, Hou Tu would have come out to join the battle long before the war between the Lich and the Warlock, regardless of her own cultivation level.

There is nothing that can be done about this. Even if Hou Tu holds people accountable in the future, that will be a matter for later.

At most, it can happen a few times over several days.

There is no way. There is only one brain among the twelve ancient witches. If there were more brains, I guess this method would not be used.

After coming to his senses, Xuan Ming had not made up his mind yet and was still hesitating.

Murong Ji knew in his heart that this decision was not easy to make. Every decision represented a result. Either pulling the tribe into the sky, or pushing the tribe into hell.

No one has the ability to see through the endless time and space of the future. We can only rely on experience or means to make some guesses to make the future road smoother.

There are too many variables, how can we make a decision easily?

Murong Ji was not in a hurry and waited quietly for Xuan Ming to make a choice. In fact, there was only one way in front of Xuan Ming.

In other words, there is only one way before Hou Tu.

"Okay! But you can't exclude the Wu clan, let them live..." Xuan Ming's voice became smaller and smaller. A great battle shattered the pride in her heart.

The once arrogant witch clan is no more than this... Especially since Di Jun alone killed three ancient witches, who were the strongest among them.

Xihe fought them alone, and killed two of them at the cost of his life.

All pride will be broken.

Murong Ji ignored Xuan Ming's complicated thoughts and said, "Don't worry, the human race is still very tolerant."

After he finished speaking, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. In the original timeline, Hou Tu became a saint, and the flourishing merits and luck wiped out the calamity of the Wu clan.

The witch clan went underground, and then the underworld came into being.

From then on, many soldiers and important positions in the underworld were controlled by the witch clan.

Even after the great calamity of the Conferred Gods, the power of the entire underworld was firmly in the hands of Hou Tu.

This has led to the formation of a pattern where "the heaven and the earth determine the rise and fall of a country".

Things are different now. The most crucial Fengdu is in Murong Ji’s hands.

Use the good fortune of the human race to wash away the calamity on the witch clan and force the witch clan to join the human race. Whether by coercion or inducement, if it can be done before Hou Tu becomes a saint, Hou Tu will have to accept it no matter what.

The human race reveres Hou Tu as their ancestor and places important figures in various key locations in the underworld. The underworld is almost the back garden of the human race.

"There's nothing wrong with being a human king. There are only a few kings in the entire human race. Xuandu has made a cause and effect settlement with the human race. From now on, he is just Xuandu, not a human king."

"The same is true for the other powerful disciples. They only represent the forces they belong to, not the human race."

"Nowadays, the only ones who can represent the human race are Fenghua Fengxu and me. But now, the human race has a new human king, the Xuanming Human King. What do you think?"

Xuan Ming looked somewhat sad. He was too lazy to pay attention to Murong Ji and simply ignored him and asked about other things.

Afterwards, he talked with Xuan Ming about some issues regarding the treatment and disposal arrangements for the Wu Clan. All of them were based on the standards of the human race and were treated equally. Murong Ji could still do it.

(End of this chapter)