Primordial Era: Oh no, the Witch Clan has produced a genius!

Because it was a self-created weapon-refining technique, it was very easy to grasp and didn't take much time at all.

After comprehending the comprehension, Xuan Tian turned his gaze to the fragments of spiritual treasures piled on the ground and began to ponder.

Before long, Xuan Tian had figured out what kind of magical treasure he should make for the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

With a wave of his hand, Xuan Tian produced several fragments of spiritual treasures, which were then enveloped by a dark red flame.

As time went by, the power of laws on those fragments of spiritual treasures began to dissipate, the Daoist charm began to intensify, and the fragments themselves began to slowly melt away.

Five hundred years later, a large pool of silvery-black liquid appeared in front of Xuan Tian. This was the liquid left after the fragments of those spiritual treasures had melted.

Looking at the liquid in front of him, Xuan Tian thought for a moment, then divided it into thirteen parts and began to shape them. In no time, thirteen hand axes appeared before Xuan Tian's eyes.

These thirteen hand axes are somewhat different from the axes of this world. They were crafted by Xuan Tian using his memories from his previous life, and they are more in line with his aesthetic sense from that life.

"Hmm! Not bad, it fits the personality of the Twelve Ancestral Witches very well." Xuan Tian grinned as he looked at the hand axe in front of him.

He then used the Heavenly Dao Divine Pattern to carve the characters for Virtue and Reason on both sides of the axe, representing winning people over with virtue and reason, which was perfect.

After these two words were engraved, Heaven bestowed merit upon them. Although the merit was not much, it was enough to elevate these axes to the level of acquired merit treasures.

"This is an unexpected gain! Perhaps it's because this style of hand axe is unique in the primordial world," Xuan Tian said with a smile.

He then put away his hand axe and went to the innate gourd vine to check its condition.

After that, Xuan Tian directly guarded the gourd vine. Although an array had been set up here, Xuan Tian had nothing else to do at the moment, so he simply stayed here to guard it.

On the one hand, he had nothing to do and didn't want to travel to the prehistoric world. Although his strength was undeniable, Xuan Tian was a steady person and never wanted to act alone.

On the other hand, it was also to intimidate others. In Buzhou Mountain, besides the Ancestral Witches and Nuwa and her brother, there were actually other cultivators. Although they were not strong, even a lion would use all its strength to hunt a rabbit. He did this to intimidate the others.

While Xuan Tian was protecting the Ancestral Witches and the Primordial Gourd Vine, Di Jun and Tai Yi also took action.

After Di Jun and Tai Yi returned from Zi Xiao Palace, they began to discuss the matter.

After Di Jun and Tai Yi were born, they traveled through the prehistoric world, witnessed the various races and their conflicts. Most importantly, they witnessed the glory of the three races that created the world. In Di Jun's words, he would definitely rule a race and become the overlord of the prehistoric world in the future.

And now, that time has come.

After returning to the prehistoric world, Di Jun immediately confirmed the name of the new race with Taiyi: the Demon Race.

He also brought in Kunpeng as the demon master of the demon race, and ten other powerful cultivators, including Bai Ze, who became the ten demon saints of the demon race. Thus, the framework of the demon race was established.

Because Di Jun was a person on the futon in Zixiao Palace, he quickly strengthened the demon race and showed signs of becoming the number one race in the prehistoric world. However, Di Jun did not announce this to the prehistoric world at this time to completely confirm the demon race. He still had one thing to do, and he would announce it to the prehistoric world after he finished it.

Buzhou Mountain.

At this moment, Di Jun brought Taiyi to the cave dwelling of Nuwa and Fuxi.

After explaining his purpose to Nuwa and Fuxi, Dijun picked up the tea on the table, took a small sip, and then looked at Nuwa and Fuxi, who were frowning, with a smile.

He knew that Nuwa and Fuxi were probably discussing this matter through telepathy, so Dijun was not in a hurry at all. Compared to Dijun in the prehistoric mythology of his previous life, Dijun in this life was much more composed.

Because Di Jun in this life is also a person in the futon, even if Nuwa does not agree to him, he can still win over two people from other places who are as powerful as Nuwa and Fuxi, or even stronger.

"Alright! We agree." After some discussion, Fuxi agreed to Dijun's suggestion.

A smile appeared on Di Jun's face, and Tai Yi beside him also smiled.

Soon, Di Jun announced to the prehistoric world that Nuwa and Fuxi had joined the demon race, and gave Nuwa the title of Wa Huang and Fuxi the title of Xi Huang.

It was at this moment that Di Jun proclaimed the establishment of the Demon Race in the prehistoric world, with himself as the Demon Emperor and Taiyi as the Eastern Emperor.

After Di Jun proclaimed the beginning of the primordial world, the Heavenly Dao manifested, and the positions of the Demon Emperor and the Eastern Emperor were immediately established.

Immediately afterwards, the golden dragon of destiny belonging to the demon race appeared. Everyone who joined the demon race felt the presence of the golden dragon of destiny, and their sense of belonging to the demon race inexplicably increased.

Zixiao Palace.

After Di Jun announced the establishment of the demon race, Hongjun had been trying his best to suppress something. His expression was very ugly, with anger, resentment, and a trace of doubt.

What he suppressed was the Thirty-Three Heavens Demon Court, which originally belonged to the demon race.

Now that the demon race has emerged, the witch race has not. Once the demon race grows strong and there is no force to restrain it, then unifying the prehistoric world will only be a matter of time.

Therefore, it was even more impossible for Hongjun to allow the Demon Court to appear in the world, but simply suppressing it was not a solution.

Ultimately, after countless deductions, Hongjun found a way to maintain balance.

After finding a solution, Hongjun waved his hand, and a stream of light shot out from his hand, heading straight for the prehistoric world.

In the primordial wilderness, there was the immortal island of Penglai.

A figure was cultivating in a palace in the center of the island when suddenly a stream of light flew in from the horizon and entered his body.

The next instant, the figure who was cultivating opened his eyes.

When he opened his eyes, a golden light flashed from the depths of his eyes.

"Demon race!" the figure muttered to himself.

After speaking, he pondered for a moment, then unconsciously said, "Since Di Jun was able to create the demon race, why can't I, the Eastern King Duke, create an immortal race?"

After he finished speaking, a thought took root in his heart like a weed and grew wildly. Soon, this thought filled the mind of the Eastern King Duke.

Subsequently, Dongwanggong, like Dijun, began to gather like-minded cultivators and began to work towards creating the Immortal Race.

Through Dongwanggong's tireless efforts, he also raised a team and established the framework of the Immortal Clan. However, he did not immediately bring the Immortal Clan into the world. He planned to report this matter to the Ancestor during the second lecture, so that the Dao Ancestor would support him in creating the Immortal Clan.

In this way, Dongwanggong has an innate advantage over Dijun. Although Dijun's demon race was established, it was not with the consent of the Dao Ancestor, while Dongwanggong's immortal race required the consent of the Dao Ancestor. With such a comparison, it is obvious which is more important.

Xuan Tian was unaware of Dong Wang Gong's thoughts or Hong Jun's actions. He had already returned to the Pangu Temple.

Just now, the blood pool in the Pangu Temple dropped another three fingers' width, and it is still dropping.

"There's no other way. I have to go to the Blood Sea now." Xuan Tian muttered to himself as he watched the Blood Pool continue to sink.

After saying that, he disappeared from the spot. When he reappeared, he was already at the edge of the blood pool.