Primordial Era: Reborn as a Tortoise, with Unparalleled Comprehension

Chapter 100 The Witch Clan Transforms into the Underworld, the Demon Clan Heads North

A piercing cry echoed across the primordial sky.

Immediately following this were powerful, scorching forces that manifested in the primordial world.

Hearing the familiar yet unfamiliar cry, all the powerful beings of the primordial world frowned.

"The Golden Crow?!"

The Demon Emperor Jun and Donghuang Taiyi are already dead.

That cry...

All the powerful beings of the primordial world looked up and saw ten dazzling suns stretching across the sky.

It erupted with wave after wave of scorching solar fire, burning the primordial land.

"What a series of misfortunes..."

"This is never going to end!"

"Demon race!! Demon race!!"

A mix of emotions began to emerge.

The demon race, who had been in despair, were overjoyed to see the ten suns in the void.

The demon prince, who had been imprisoned in Tang Valley, was almost forgotten by them.

"Greetings, Your Highness!"

The Demon Emperor is dead, but they still have the Demon Prince!

With the princes around, the demon race will definitely make a comeback.

"Gah!!"

An angry cry rang out again, "The Witch Clan! They killed my father and my uncle! We will wipe out the Witch Clan!"

boom!

Flames descended from the sky, crashing down upon the land of the Witch Clan.

Wherever it passed, everything was scorched and dried up.

The primordial world, which had just begun to recover, suffered damage once again.

All the witches' expressions changed drastically.

With the death of the ancestral shaman, only a few scattered high shamans are now in charge of the shaman clan.

Faced with the sun's true fire descending from the sky, the surviving Wu tribe's dream suddenly changed color.

"A scruffy bird!"

"A few brats dare to attack us!"

anger!

The Wu tribe's fighting spirit soared once more, unleashing a roar.

Why···

Just then, a sigh echoed between heaven and earth.

As the sigh appeared, the true fire of the sun that was about to fall to the ground disappeared.

The Earthly Sage Houtu appeared in the void.

Houtu remained calm as she looked at the golden crows who had transformed into teenagers, and said, "The great war is over. Do you intend to start another one?"

"Greetings, Goddess Houtu!"

The surviving witches were overjoyed.

Since Houtu became a saint and the underworld was closed, they subconsciously forgot about their own witch clan saint.

"How can I not avenge the murder of my father!"

The eldest prince glared at Houtu with hatred in his eyes, "My Heavenly Court has dominated the primordial world for countless years, how could we be defeated by you witch tribes?!"

"This primordial world belongs to our demon race!!"

"Your witch clan has saints, and so does our demon clan!"

Houtu's face was gloomy as she looked at the Great Golden Crow.

This little fellow is unaware of the sage's plans; he is young and ignorant, filled only with hatred. If not handled properly, disaster will strike again.

She would never forget the disaster caused by the sudden appearance of the sky ten days prior.

Thinking of this, Houtu looked towards the chaos beyond the heavens.

"Fellow Daoist Nuwa, shouldn't you, the leader of the Demon Cult, step forward?"

In the Nuwa Palace, Nuwa heard Houtu call her name, and a hint of displeasure flashed across her face.

"Should I step forward and clean up their mess?!"

Nuwa's angry voice appeared.

"Emperor Jun, driven by his own greed, attempted to become a saint, unleashing boundless karma. He even dared to scheme against me, a saint!"

"Now you've thought of me!"

Nuwa reappeared on the primordial land, looking at the ten golden crows with displeasure in her eyes.

Di Jun's scheming backfired, leading to the death of this demon cult leader.

Previously, there was the extermination of the human race, which almost dragged Nuwa down from her holy position.

This time, he secretly instigated a war between the lich and the demons, causing chaos and destruction in the primordial world.

After being plotted against twice, Nuwa herself wished she could resurrect Dijun and then kill him again!

Moreover, Man's elder brother also died in this battle.

If she hadn't made preparations beforehand, Fuxi would have been completely dead!

"Get back to Tang Valley! If you dare to step out of Tang Valley again without my order, don't blame me for showing no mercy!"

boom!

The power of the sage erupted, directly blasting the ten golden crows back into the Valley of Tang.

Then another series of innate restrictions appeared, completely sealing off Tang Valley.

Houtu did not stop them when she saw this.

Nuwa still couldn't bear to kill these golden crows, so she protected them in a different way.

However, isn't this exactly what Dao Ancestor Guixuan arranged?

Thinking of this, Houtu smiled slightly, "My older sister is truly domineering!"

Nuwa gave a muttered snort and turned to leave.

The demons on the primordial land were dumbfounded when they saw Nuwa leave.

Is nobody taking care of them?

Just as they were wondering, streams of karmic force descended from the sky.

It descended upon every demon and witch.

All the creatures of the witch and demon races were horrified.

But what shocked them even more was yet to come.

Suddenly, streams of earthly evil energy appeared between heaven and earth.

Then, to the astonishment of all the gods and immortals in the primordial world, eleven ancestral witches of the witch clan, including Dijiang and Zhujiuyin, appeared in the void of the primordial world.

"How is that possible?!"

"Aren't they all dead? When did the witch clan ever come back to life after death?!"

"These demons, fighting and fighting, who are they really fighting for?"

"·····"

Shock!

Unbelievable!

Not only were the billions of living beings in the primordial world in disbelief at what they were seeing, but the four sages of the Xuanmen were also shaken to their core.

Putting aside the fact that the Wu Clan was repairing and cultivating their primordial spirits, the scene of the fierce battle just now, with quasi-saints exploding one after another, was truly remarkable.

Even if these ancestral witches possessed primordial spirits, it would be impossible for them to appear intact in the primordial world.

The demon race was in despair.

We've been fighting to the death for so long, and our own leaders are all dead while the other side is unscathed. What's the point of fighting anymore?

Under the incredulous gaze of billions of creatures in the primordial world.

Dijiang glanced at the surviving members of the Wu tribe, his expression filled with grief.

Of the hundreds of millions of Wu tribes, only about one hundred million remained after the great war.

This disparity was unacceptable to the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

Fortunately, all twelve ancestral witches are still alive, and the witch clan will surely regain its glory sooner or later.

Thinking of this, Dijiang glanced in the direction of the North Sea and uttered a soft shout.

"By the Heavenly Dao above, I am Dijiang of the Witch Clan. I am aware of my grave sins. From this day forward, the Witch Clan will transform into the Underworld Clan to maintain the balance of Heaven and Earth, and will use the Ancestral Witch Palace as a treasure to suppress the Underworld Clan's destiny!"

"Your Excellency is the Ancestor of the Mysterious Dao, belonging to the Earthly Dao lineage, and governed by the Cycle of Reincarnation!"

"May Heaven bear witness!"

boom!

Heaven sensed this and a golden light descended, falling upon all the witches.

The Witch Clan's form changed drastically, and endless earthly evil power permeated their bodies, transforming into netherworld power.

Under the excited gazes of Dijiang and the other Ancestral Witches, wisps of primordial spirit power began to appear in their sea of ​​consciousness!

Houtu nodded. "The cycle of reincarnation is still lacking positions such as the Five Ghost Emperors and the Ten Yama Kings. My brothers, come with me to the Underworld!"

A pitch-black portal appeared behind Houtu. Dijiang nodded and led the surviving Wu tribe to gather all of our clan's belongings and enter the underworld.

Only the demons remained, looking at each other in bewilderment, unsure of what to do next.

Bai Ze, one of the Ten Great Demon Saints, stood in the empty Heavenly Court with a bitter expression on his face.

"We've lost, we've lost completely..."

When the Demon Emperor died, Mount Buzhou collapsed.

The fact that the great sages did not immediately exterminate all the demons after the deaths of hundreds of millions of innocent lives is already the greatest act of mercy.

But what should the demon race do next?

Nuwa ignored it, the Moon Star closed its palace, and the demon race was left without a leader...

"Why don't we go to the North Sea and find the Demon Master?"

Ji Meng, who was standing next to Bai Ze, suddenly spoke up.

"The North is the territory of my demon race. My race has been defeated, and now only the Demon Master can rule the demon race."

Bai Ze was taken aback.

A glint flashed in his eyes, and finally, gritting his teeth, he ordered, "Notify all demons to go to the North Sea! Find the Demon Master!"

In this desperate situation, only this method can preserve the lineage of the demon race!

And this Heavenly Court is not something that their demon race can occupy at all.

Bai Ze knew very well that the demon race's fate was sealed!

This Heavenly Court may soon have a new master.

With that in mind, he didn't delay any longer.

Despite his injuries, he quickly ordered all the demons to pack their belongings and head to the North Sea to find the Demon Master!

In less than three thousand years.

A significant portion of the demon race on the primordial land went to the North Sea and settled there.

Time flows.

In the blink of an eye, another cycle has come to an end.

Without the damage caused by battle, the world slowly recovered.

However, as time passed, the creatures of the primordial world suddenly discovered that the originally abundant innate spiritual energy was rapidly fading away.

It is transforming into acquired spiritual energy at an alarming rate.

In that primordial starry sky, the power of starlight was also weakening; the light of the moon and the sun had been fading for a period of time after the great battle.

It's almost too late to shine on the vast, ancient land.

Only then did the billions of living beings in the primordial world realize what was happening.

The effects of the Lich War are only just beginning...

North Sea.

Zhen Yuanzi, Hongyun, Houtu, and Styx Ancestor appeared together.

Beside them were the Four Sages of Xuanmen.

It seemed as if the eight sages had made an appointment to come to Fangzhang Immortal Island together.

Zhen Yuanzi and Houtu looked at the Four Sages of Xuanmen with curiosity in their hearts.

"Why aren't you guys going to see your teacher? What are you doing here?"

Hongyun was puzzled.

The Three Pure Ones and Nuwa exchanged wry smiles. "Let's go inside and talk."

"Come in, everyone."

Gui Xuan's voice suddenly appeared in their ears.

"I already know the purpose of your visit."

Looking at the eight sages before him, Gui Xuan spoke in a calm voice.

"With the collapse of the Heavenly Pillar, the innate spiritual energy of the primordial land has transformed into acquired spiritual energy. This is an irreversible event, and there is nothing I can do about it."

The transformation of innate spiritual energy into acquired spiritual energy is an inevitable trend in the primordial world.

It is also an irreversible damage caused to heaven and earth after they were damaged.

It's difficult to return to one's original state after birth!

It had a tremendous impact on billions of living beings in the primordial world.

From this point on, spiritual practice will become even more difficult.

The era when Great Immortals were everywhere and even Supreme Immortals were no better than dogs is gradually coming to an end.

Gui Xuan had a premonition that this might be the way the primordial Heavenly Dao was paving the way for the human race.

In this way, the gap between humans and other races is narrowed.

To enable humankind to stand firmly on the primordial land more quickly and become the protagonist of heaven and earth.

The Sage Taiqing spoke up, "Dao Ancestor, our teacher has already made this clear to us."

"We have come to the North Sea this time because the Lich and Demon races have engaged in too much bloodshed and are no longer suitable to be the protagonists of this world; before the Lich-Demon War, our teacher said that the protagonists of this world are the humans!"

"We humbly request the consent of Dao Ancestor Guixuan."

As they spoke, Taiqing looked at Guixuan with a hint of nervousness in his eyes.

Nuwa, who was standing nearby, did the same.

The human race's relationship with their respective holy positions, and even the scheming between Yuanshi Tianzun and Tongtian Jiaozhu.

If this person disagrees, then we'll be in trouble.

After all, his own teacher had been beaten so badly by the other party that he didn't dare to come out now. If he didn't agree, the specific ownership of the protagonist of this world would be subject to another twist.

Amidst the tense expressions of the four, Gui Xuan remained unmoved, saying, "I have no objection to this matter."

Who the protagonist of heaven and earth is is not of much concern to him.

On the contrary, he also hoped that the protagonist of the world would be the human race.

He also harbored some calculations regarding the human race.

Upon hearing this, Taiqing and Nuwa visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhen Yuanzi suddenly spoke up, "Dao Ancestor, since the war between the Lich King and the Demon King, the primordial starry sky has been damaged, the sun and moon have lost their light, and the starlight has dimmed. If this continues, the primordial world will become a dark place."

"What should we do about this?"

These are things that Hongjun should be worrying about!

Gui Xuan thought to himself, "This is what I'm complaining about."

These sages clearly regarded him as their pillar of support.

Suddenly, Guixuan regretted killing Hongjun.

"I should have left them hanging; killing them all too cleanly isn't a good thing..."

"I have already made arrangements for this."

Point your finger.

Several figures descended from the sky and appeared on Fangzhang Island.

Upon seeing these figures, the eyes of the saints present lit up.

(End of this chapter)