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"Don't hit my face! Don't hit my face!"

"Oh! My back!"

The mighty Demon Emperor was being humiliated and beaten to a pulp. Dijiang's fists, Zhurong's feet, and Gonggong's water whip were all hitting him in turn.

This scene left all living beings in the primordial world dumbfounded.

The demon race is finished.

This is a consensus among everyone.

With the deaths of Di Jun and Tai Yi, the Demon Court will collapse, and the Witch Clan will completely unify the prehistoric world.

Lin Xuan stood aside, watching coldly. He didn't stop them. He didn't mind eliminating anyone who wanted to kill his entire family and exterminate his clan.

"Brother, stop playing around," Lin Xuan said. "Just send him on his way. Delay will only make things worse."

Di Jiang nodded, a murderous glint flashing in his eyes. He raised his fist, spatial laws coalescing, preparing to deliver the final blow to Di Jun, directly shattering his primordial spirit.

Just then.

"Buzz—!"

The entire world suddenly froze.

The wind stopped, the clouds dispersed. Dijiang's fist stopped an inch from Dijun's nose, unable to strike any further.

An overwhelming pressure, indifferent to all living beings and as if the very heavens themselves had descended, instantly enveloped the entire Buzhou Mountain battlefield.

Everyone was paralyzed. Even the enormous phantom of Pangu's true form began to tremble violently under this pressure, and finally dissipated with a "pop".

Lin Xuan's heart sank.

coming.

The old man who loves to meddle and take sides has arrived.

In the sky, purple clouds stretched for 30,000 miles to the east. An old man dressed in a gray Taoist robe, holding a bamboo staff, appeared in mid-air with an expressionless face.

Hongjun, the Dao Ancestor.

He glanced down at the horrific battlefield, then at Di Jiang who was about to deliver the killing blow, and finally his gaze settled on Lin Xuan.

That gaze held a hint of scrutiny, a hint of helplessness, and a hint of warning.

"Foolish child."

Hongjun spoke, his voice not loud, yet it resonated in everyone's soul: "The great calamity has not yet arrived; do not recklessly commit murder."

He flicked his sleeve lightly.

The group of ancestral witches who were ganging up on Di Jun were blown away like fallen leaves in the wind, and they fell to the ground and couldn't get up for a long time.

Di Jun and Tai Yi (who had been captured from the mountains) escaped death and immediately knelt on the ground to kowtow.

"Dao Ancestor, save us! Dao Ancestor, save us! The Witch Clan is defying Heaven and intends to exterminate our Demon Clan! We beg the Dao Ancestor to intervene!"

Hongjun ignored Dijun's cries and simply said, "In this battle, the demon race was at fault for slaughtering humans and should be punished."

Di Jun felt a chill in his heart.

But then, Hongjun changed the subject: "However, the Wu and Yao races are the protagonists of heaven and earth, and their destiny has not yet run its course; they should not be destroyed. Now, I issue this decree:"

"From this day forward, the demon race will rule the heavens and govern the stars; the witch race will rule the earth and govern the mountains and rivers."

"Within ten thousand years, the two races shall not wage war again. Those who violate this shall be punished by Heaven."

After saying this, Hongjun waved his sleeve, and an invisible barrier separated the Heavenly Court from the Earth.

This is a typical example of a biased support.

Even though the Witch Clan had already won and could have wiped them out in one fell swoop, Hongjun insisted on protecting the Demon Clan and even gave them the title of "Heavenly Ruler," forcibly maintaining the balance.

Dijiang and the others got up, their faces red with anger.

"Dao Ancestor! This is unfair!" Zhu Rong shouted, "They attacked first! Why can't we kill them?"

"Shut up!" Dijiang grabbed Zhurong. Talking back to the Dao Ancestor? That's courting death.

Lin Xuan remained silent.

He looked at Hongjun, who was high above him, with deep eyes.

He knew that Hongjun was revising the script. If the Wu tribe wiped out the demon tribe now, how would the great calamity between the Wu and demon tribes unfold? How would the human race rise to power? How would the Investiture of the Gods be signed?

Hongjun is forcibly forcing everyone to follow his script.

Hongjun seemed to sense Lin Xuan's dissatisfaction and cast his gaze over, carrying a hint of oppression.

"Lin Xuan, although you are an unpredictable force, you must still follow the natural order. Take care of yourself."

After speaking, Hongjun's figure gradually faded away and disappeared into the void.

As Hongjun left, the terrifying pressure also disappeared.

Having narrowly escaped death, Di Jun and Tai Yi didn't dare utter a single harsh word. Leading their remaining troops, they slunk back to the Heavenly Court.

The battlefield was a scene of utter devastation.

Although the Wu tribe won, they felt as frustrated as if they had lost.

"Damn it!" Zhu Rong slammed his fist on the ground. "What kind of bullshit Heavenly Way is this! It's just bullying honest people!"

"Alright." Lin Xuan patted Zhu Rong on the shoulder.

He looked at the sky, at the barrier that separated heaven and earth, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"a thousand years?"

"Old man Hongjun, do you think these ten thousand years have given the demon race a chance to breathe?"

"No."

Lin Xuan turned around, looking at the group of Wu Clan members behind him who were injured but had fanatical eyes, looking at the humans who were being settled, and looking at the Treasure-Dropping Coin in his hand.

"These ten thousand years are time for me to prepare."

"Right now, I can't beat you. But ten thousand years from now..."

Lin Xuan clenched his fist.

"Give me ten thousand years, and I will give birth to a hundred thousand heavenly soldiers and generals. I will transform this witch clan into an unparalleled divine court."

"When that time comes, don't even mention the demon race, I'll tear the sky down with me!"

"Big brother, let's go home! Let's keep having... cough, keep practicing!"

"Let's go home!"

As the sun set, the mighty army of the Wu tribe returned to the Pangu Palace in a grand procession.

Although it was stopped, the seed of resistance had already taken root and sprouted in Lin Xuan's heart and in the heart of every member of the Wu clan.