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

Upon seeing Cang like this, the soldier quickly handed over a jade slip and a demon core with both hands.

The jade slip contained the method for perfectly converting the power of a demon core.

This method is not difficult; Cang mastered its secrets in just a dozen breaths.

He then placed the demon core in his hand and began to circulate the magic.

The next instant, a surge of pure power flowed into his body. The demonic power in the demon core was transformed into the purest spiritual energy after being processed by the method. As for the impurities in the demon core, they were not wasted, but were applied to his physical body by the method, directly strengthening his physical body.

"Great! Great!" Cang's face lit up with an excited smile after feeling the changes within his body.

With this method, the immortal race had another reason to wage war against the demon race.

"I'll give you another ten years. After that, I will personally lead a large army to conquer the demon race," Cang said to the heavenly soldiers before him, and then left.

He was going to find the Eastern King Duke and tell him about this matter, so that with this method, the power of the immortals would reach a new level.

Upon seeing this, Xuan Tian, ​​who had been observing from the shadows, smiled and then concealed himself, leaving the Three Immortal Islands.

This method was derived from his Nine Revolutions Yuan Gong, and he refused to believe it couldn't attract these people.

Once the immortals find out about this method, even if the Eastern King Duke doesn't want to fight, he won't be able to, because there will always be someone who wants to increase their strength.

Upon returning to Wuzhuang Temple, Zhen Yuanzi warmly received Xuan Tian, ​​who then returned the Earth Book to Zhen Yuanzi with a smile.

"Fellow Daoist, spiritual treasures and spiritual roots are ultimately just external things. If one relies too much on external things, it will only lead to a minor path." Before leaving, Xuan Tian thought for a moment and said this. As for whether Zhen Yuanzi can comprehend it, that depends on himself.

"Thank you for your guidance, fellow Daoist!" Zhen Yuanzi paused for a moment, then cupped his hands and said.

After returning to Buzhou Mountain, the Six-Eared Macaque was still in seclusion, as were the Ancestral Witches. Xuan Tian then went to the Three Lights Divine Water in the back hall.

He kept three of the original innate gourd vines, and refined the two mature gourds into the seventh immature gourd. Then he put it into the Three Lights Divine Water to nurture it, hoping to see if a new gourd could be nurtured.

At this moment, the gourd had turned grayish-green, and its aura flickered, which brought a smile to Xuan Tian's face.

After leaving the rear hall, Xuan Tian went directly into the blood pool and went into seclusion with the Ancestral Witches.

He is now only one step away from becoming a Quasi-Saint, so he plans to do so before the Three Lectures, since the future prehistoric world should belong to Quasi-Saints.

If he were to roam the primordial world with the cultivation level of a Great Luo Golden Immortal, he would be looked down upon.

Just as Xuan Tian went into seclusion, the Immortal Clan sounded the horn for a counterattack against the Demon Clan.

The immortal and demon races met in Yunmeng Marsh and immediately engaged in battle. In an instant, the prehistoric world was filled with killing intent and calamity. Some weaker races became extremely wary, fearing that they would be caught in the crossfire of the battle at any moment.

For some reason, the Immortal Clan is unusually fierce this time. In the past hundred years, the Demon Clan has been almost completely suppressed by the Immortal Clan, and even suffered a total annihilation at one point. If it weren't for the timely support of the Demon Clan's reinforcements, the vanguard would have been wiped out long ago.

After the demon race's reinforcements arrived, the immortal race's reinforcements followed, and the two sides stood together again. The waters of Yunmeng Marsh were stained crimson with blood, and countless souls wailed on the battlefield before being drawn into the sea of ​​blood by an invisible force.

After the great war had lasted for nearly five hundred years, Hongjun appeared on the battlefield and called a halt to the war between the two sides.

Hongjun then established the rule that the demon race would rule the heavens and the immortal race would govern the earth, and declared that there would be no more wars for ten thousand years, with severe punishment for those who violated it.

It was only after Hongjun's words that the Immortal Clan stopped, and then they began to clean up the battlefield.

While they claimed to be cleaning up the battlefield, they were actually digging out the demon cores of the demon race. However, they were very fast and skilled. By the time the demon race discovered them, the immortal race had already retreated back to the Three Immortal Islands with the demon cores. This infuriated Bai Ze and the others.

One hundred years after the great war between immortals and demons, magical fluctuations emanated from the Pangu Temple on Mount Buzhou.

Xuan Tian opened his eyes from the sea of ​​blood, feeling the surging magical power within him, and a smile appeared on his lips.

"Finally, I have advanced to the Quasi-Saint level. If I activate the Ancestral Witch True Body, coupled with my current control over the laws, fighting against a late-stage Quasi-Saint will not be a problem."

Xuan Tian clenched his fist, and after feeling the powerful force, he muttered to himself.

After he finished speaking, he began to calculate, wanting to see what had happened in the primordial world during his years of seclusion.

Soon, he learned what had happened in the primordial world after he went into seclusion.

"Hongjun has finally made his move. Yunmengze, huh? We should go check it out."

The next second, Xuan Tian transformed into a streak of light and flew towards Yunmeng Marsh.

Upon arriving at Yunmengze, he was stunned by the sight before him.

The Yunmengze area used to be a beautiful place with stunning scenery, a veritable paradise. Anyone who saw it would say they felt refreshed and happy. But now, it is littered with corpses and a scene of utter devastation.

"Could they be waiting for the Ancestral Witch to clean up the battlefield?" Looking at the scene of corpses scattered everywhere, Xuan Tian suddenly had this thought.

He was right after all. The reason why the demon race and the immortal race hadn't dealt with Yunmengze was that they were waiting for the Ancestral Witch to clean up the battlefield.

After the immortals finished extracting the demon core, they prepared to take the immortal corpses back with them, but were stopped by the Eastern King Duke and the Western Queen Mother.

They told everyone what the Ancestral Witches had been doing since the beginning of the three races, and finally said, "Let's leave it as it is. If no one cleans it up in three hundred years, then we'll come back."

The demon race shared the same thoughts as the immortal race, having witnessed firsthand the merits the ancestral witches gained after cleaning up the battlefield.

They feared that if they cleaned up the battlefield, it would delay the ancestral witches from gaining merit. If the ancestral witches came to their door then, they would not be able to defeat those thirteen bandits.

When the thought popped into Xuan Tian's mind, he chuckled to himself, and then began to clean up the mess.

First, they collected the corpses, then separated the blood from the Yunmeng Marsh, and then absorbed the killing intent, malevolent energy, and calamity energy from the battlefield.

After doing all this, they began to work on restoring the geological features and environment of Yunmengze.

A hundred years later, looking at the restored Yunmengze, Xuan Tian nodded, a satisfied expression on his face.

The next instant, Heaven bestowed merits, which Xuan Tian collected with a wave of his hand before turning and leaving.

After Xuan Tian left, the spies from the Immortal Clan and the Demon Clan reported the situation back to them.

Dongwanggong and Dijun both breathed a sigh of relief. Sure enough, wherever there was a battlefield, there would be the presence of the Ancestral Witches. Fortunately, they hadn't rashly cleaned up the battlefield back then.

If we delay the ancestral witches from accumulating merit, we fear we will suffer their retribution.

Xuan Tian had no idea what the Eastern King Duke and Emperor Jun were thinking. If he had known, he would have definitely given them a thumbs up.

Just as Xuan Tian was about to reach Buzhou Mountain, he suddenly sensed something and looked in the direction of Kunlun Mountain.

Perhaps because he had absorbed the fortune of the Three Pure Ones, just now he suddenly sensed a different kind of aura coming from Kunlun Mountain.

Looking in the direction of Kunlun Mountain, Xuan Tian's lips curled into a meaningful smile before he flew back to the Pangu Temple.