Many children, many blessings; the twelve ancestral witches forced marriages throughout the primordi

In the eastern part of the prehistoric world, there is an inconspicuous little valley.

This place was originally a small human tribe of a few hundred people, living by the mountains and rivers. Life was hard, but it was peaceful. But now, it has become a battlefield. The stench of blood is overwhelming, and severed limbs are everywhere.

A wolf-headed demon general sat on a large rock, clutching a human leg in his hand, eating with gusto. At his feet, several lesser demons were cleaning up the mess, herding the still-living humans into cages.

"What bad luck." The wolf demon spat out a bone and cursed, "The king sent us out to collect blood food, and we ended up with this bunch of scrawny bastards. These humans, apart from this meat being a little tender, have no spiritual energy at all. Eating them won't increase our cultivation."

A small demon approached, carrying a rusty iron knife, its blade still stained with blood and a faint, grayish aura. "General, you know what, although this human is weak, their soul is rather strange."

"Strange my foot!" The wolf demon scoffed, picking its teeth. "How could it be more sinister than the malevolent energy of our demon race?"

"Really!" the little demon exclaimed anxiously, pointing to the knife in his hand. "When I killed that old man just now, he glared at me with intense hatred before he died. Then this knife struck a passing witch clan scout, and guess what?"

Upon hearing the words "Witch Clan," the wolf demon's ears immediately perked up. The demon race was currently suffering from nervous breakdowns due to the Witch Clan's influence, and the mere mention of those words made them tremble.

"What? Those witch tribe members have thick skin and tough flesh, how can your broken knife even cut through them?"

"It made a cut!" The little demon danced with excitement. "Not only did it make a cut, but the wound was sizzling and steaming, like it had been doused with acid! The witch was screaming in pain, and the little ones swarmed him and killed him!"

The wolf demon was stunned. He suddenly stood up and snatched the iron knife.

The knife was ordinary, just made of common iron. But a barely visible resentment clung to the blade. Normally, the wolf demon could easily disperse this resentment with a single breath.

"Lead the way! Let's go see that witch's corpse!"

A few minutes later, the wolf demon stared at the corpse of the witch on the ground, its eyes almost popping out of its head.

This was indeed a member of the Witch Clan, though only a low-ranking Witch Soldier, whose physical strength was beyond the reach of ordinary iron. However, the corpse now had a long gash in its chest, the surrounding flesh displaying an eerie, decaying gray color, as if it had been corroded.

"Resentment... the resentment of humans..." the wolf demon muttered to himself, then slapped his thigh hard, wincing in pain but laughing like a madman. "I'm rich! I'm going to be rich! This is an incredible achievement!"

……

Beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, in the Demon Court.

Di Jun sat on his throne, lost in thought. Ever since the failed sneak attack and the plucking of the demon master's feathers, the demon race's morale had been low. He was also feeling very frustrated as the Heavenly Emperor, and for the past few days he hadn't dared to leave his house, fearing that he would be laughed at by all the beings of the primordial world.

"Report—!"

A sharp announcement broke the silence.

"Your Majesty! Great joy! This is an extraordinary event!" The wolf demon was led to the Lingxiao Palace with all the green lights, and knelt on the ground kowtowing repeatedly.

Di Jun frowned, looking impatient. "What's there to be happy about? Did the Witch Clan blow themselves up?"

"It wasn't the Witch Clan that exploded; it was us who found a way to deal with them!" The wolf demon trembled as he presented the iron sword, which was wreathed in resentment, and then vividly recounted what had happened.

At first, Di Jun didn't take it seriously and casually accepted the iron knife.

He casually summoned a captured witch prisoner—a tough nut to crack, who hadn't uttered a sound even after being subjected to various forms of torture.

Di Jun gripped his iron sword and lightly slashed the arm of the witch clan prisoner.

"Sizzle—!"

It was like hot oil poured onto snow. The once-tough witch prisoner suddenly let out a shrill scream, his body convulsing, black smoke billowing from his wounds, and his once indestructible physical defenses crumbled instantly.

"Ouch! What is this?! It hurts! It hurts so much!"

Di Jun's hand trembled slightly.

He stared intently at the rusty iron knife, then glanced at the witch writhing on the ground in pain. The light in his eyes grew brighter and brighter, finally turning into ecstatic joy.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Emperor Jun jumped down from his throne, his laughter shaking the entire hall.

"Heaven never seals off all paths! Heaven blesses my demon race!"

Taiyi rushed in upon hearing the commotion, only to be completely bewildered by what he saw. "Big brother, have you gone mad?"

"Second brother, look!" Di Jun handed the iron sword to Taiyi, pointing to the wound. "Humans! The souls of humans! These ants' souls carry an innate resentment that specifically counters the Pangu body of the Wu tribe!"

Taiyi tried it, and his eyes lit up. "It really is! This effect is a hundred times stronger than those magical artifacts we've crafted!"

Di Jun paced back and forth in the main hall, the gloom on his face vanished, replaced by a ruthless and insane expression.

"Humans...humans created by Nuwa..." Di Jun squinted. "Although we have the influence of Nuwa and Laozi, for the sake of the demon race's future, we can't worry about that anymore. What does this little bit of karma matter as long as we can destroy the witch race?"

He stopped and turned around abruptly, looking down at the demon saints and demon gods.

"Pass down the order!"

"Gather all your demon followers and descend to the mortal realm!"

"Target: Human Tribe!"

"Kill them! Slaughter them all! Collect their souls to forge the 'Witch-Slaying Sword'!"

Di Jun's voice carried a bloody undertone, echoing throughout the entire hall.

"Since the Witch Clan treats humans like treasures, then I'll turn humans into weapons to kill them! I want to see what kind of expression that bastard Lin Xuan will have when he sees his own people dying at the hands of the human souls he's protecting!"

The Kunpeng, huddled in the corner (with just a few downy feathers growing on its head), listened to the command and, while feeling it was somewhat cruel, felt mostly relieved.

"Kill! Slaughter all these humans! Let Lin Xuan taste the pain of heartbreak!" Kunpeng thought viciously.

The entire Demon Court instantly sprang into action. Countless demonic clouds converged, carrying overwhelming killing intent, and pressed down upon the primordial land.

……

At the foot of Buzhou Mountain.

This is the largest settlement of the human race. With the help of the witches, the humans have built rows of neat stone houses. Children run along the ridges of the fields, while adults work in the fields.

Although they lack magical powers and have short lifespans, the inexhaustible vitality of these creatures adds a touch of life to this ancient land.

A burly man who was teaching a child to run suddenly stopped.

He is Kuafu.

He looked up at the sky. The once clear sky suddenly darkened. It wasn't dark clouds; it was demonic energy. A demonic energy so intense it was suffocating.

"Something's not right." Kuafu gripped his peachwood staff tightly, his expression turning grave. "This killing intent... it's coming this way."

He turned to the human chieftain who was still grinning foolishly beside him and roared, "Quick! Take everyone into the cave! Notify the thirteen ancestral witches! The demon race is here!"

Before the words were even finished, a shower of blood began to fall from the sky.

That was a spell used by the vanguard of the demon race.

"Hehehe! You lowly humans, offer up your souls!"

Countless ferocious beasts swooped down from the clouds, like hungry wolves charging into a flock of sheep.