Primordial Era: I am a treasure trove, full of magical treasures.

Looking at the enormous Demon God before him, Xuanbao was helpless. He estimated that he would have to wait until he became a saint before he could break through the creature's defenses. However, Xuanbao was still very confident in his cultivation speed. Moreover, he was already a half-step demon god, only slightly inferior to Hongjun, and much stronger than the Three Pure Ones at present.

Xuanbao stored the Demon God of Control in a small space and searched it carefully again, but found nothing of value. He only found a few pieces of Chaos Stone. Xuanbao wasn't discouraged at all; after all, this harvest had already exceeded all expectations, what more could he ask for?

Stepping out of the small space, the oppressive pressure that had weighed on Xuanbao, like the leaden weight of Pangu, now felt incredibly light, making his treasure hunt much more profound.

Just as Xuanbao was happily embarking on his treasure hunt, he was unaware that the method he had told Houtu would change the entire Wu tribe.

"Pangu Temple of the Witch Clan"

There were twelve thrones upon which sat the twelve Ancestral Witches, each gnawing on freshly roasted meat. And you know what? The meat was incredibly delicious. Zhu Rong nearly ate his tongue off from the deliciousness, and the other witches weren't much better, wolfing it down as if they hadn't eaten in ages, except for Hou Tu, who was still pondering the possibility of the solution Xuan Bao had devised for the Witch Clan.

The most perceptive of them all. Xuanming noticed his little sister was lost in thought, not even eating the delicious roasted meat. So he stepped forward and asked.

"What's wrong, little sister? You seem downcast."

When Houtu saw Xuanming step forward to ask her, she didn't hide anything; she originally wanted to discuss this with the other ancestral witches.

"Sister Xuanming," someone told me that our Wu clan is facing extinction... Before Houtu could continue, the hot-tempered Zhurong threw down the roasted meat in his hand. "How dare you deceive Little Sister Wu! Our Wu clan is so powerful, how could we face extinction? Little Sister, don't listen to others' nonsense! If I find out who said it, I'll melt them down!"

"Not bad, such a petty trick to deceive my little sister. If I, Gonggong, catch him, I will drown him in the Weak Water." Houtu was not surprised when she heard Zhurong and Gonggong's words. She was used to it. Zhurong and Gonggong were the most hot-tempered of the 12 Ancestral Witches and would fight each other at the drop of a hat.

Houtu ignored them, while Zhurong and Gonggong continued speaking to themselves. I feel that what they said does make some sense?

Dijiang, who was in the lead, also became interested when he heard what his younger sister said.

"Oh," Houtu asked, "who told you this, little sister?" Houtu didn't hide anything, after all, she had exchanged 30 innate spiritual treasures for it. She repeated what Xuanbao had said, explaining that the endless killing of the Wu tribe, accumulated over time, would eventually backfire. When their karmic debt of killing reached its limit and the Heavenly Dao rejected them, even if the Wu tribe were descendants of Pangu, they would face annihilation. The other ancestral witches listened intently, their brows furrowed in deep thought. The remaining ancestral witches also stopped what they were doing and listened attentively.

The 12 Ancestral Witches were reckless, but they weren't fools; they naturally understood the seriousness of the situation.

Xuanming said, "If what this Xuanbao says is true, then we really need to make plans as soon as possible."

Gonggong snorted coldly: "Hmph. Although I don't want to admit it, it is indeed possible that my Wu clan will suffer a backlash from all the other races."

Zhu Rong said, "Me too."

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Houtu continued, "I also think we can't just sit here and wait to die." Although Xuanbao gave a solution, planting spiritual roots and raising ferocious beasts are ultimately no match for hunting all races. The expansion speed of the Wu Clan will definitely be greatly reduced, which is what I am more worried about. If our development is slow and we are overtaken by the demon race, will we still have the strength to fight back?

Dijiang nodded and said, "This plan is feasible, but Houtu's concerns are not without reason." Dijiang turned his head to the only one among the 12 Ancestral Witches who knows how to use his brain, "Zhujiuyin". "Second Brother, what do you think we should choose?"

Zhu Jiuyin: ...How can I see? Me, sitting here and looking? Zhu Jiuyin felt very dry right now, like a blind man, unable to calculate anything. Zhu Jiuyin rubbed his temples and said helplessly, "I can't figure it out now either. But this Xuanbao can see the hidden dangers of my Wu clan, so it must have some ability. Although the method it gave will slow down the expansion of my clan, it can ensure the long-term survival of my Wu clan."

Dijiang pondered for a moment and said, "Then let's first set aside a portion of our clansmen to try planting spiritual roots and raising ferocious beasts, while the other portion continues hunting, mainly hunting those burdened with karma. This two-pronged approach will ensure development without making our killing karma too heavy."

The ancestral witches all nodded in agreement, finding the plan feasible. Houtu was also relieved, feeling that this compromise could alleviate the current predicament.

After discussion among the Wu tribe, it was decided that the Houtu tribe would begin the trial. No one could have imagined that Xuanbao's reminder would cause a subtle change in the entire prehistoric situation.

First, there were the demon tribes surrounding the Houtu tribe. For a full 300 years, they hadn't suffered much attack from the Wu tribe. Their initial determination to fight the Wu tribe to the death had quietly faded with time. Who would willingly fight if they could avoid it? Isn't living better?

Moreover, because the Wu tribe pioneered planting and raising ferocious beasts, they even attracted the attention of the Heavenly Dao. Heavenly merit descended from the heavens, much to the delight of the ancestral witches and people of the Houtu tribe. This was a symbol of the Heavenly Dao's approval. Although the Wu tribe only revered Pangu and not the Heavenly Dao, they wouldn't refuse free merit. Those who received merit experienced varying degrees of improvement in strength. Two layers of merit flew towards Buzhou Mountain and merged into Xuanbao's head as he continued digging, leaving Xuanbao bewildered. Only after the Heavenly Dao warned Xuanbao did he realize that the merit was due to his suggestion that the Wu tribe engage in planting and animal husbandry. Seeing the four golden wheels of merit spinning behind him, Xuanbao felt a surge of energy throughout his body.

At the same time, the demon race's high command learned of the changes in the witch race and was immediately in an uproar. Three hundred years ago, all races were terrified by the witch race and all wanted to join the demon race. However, in just ten thousand years, the demon race has become a behemoth with four demon gods, hundreds of demon generals, and over a hundred million demon soldiers.

Who would have thought that three hundred years ago, the Witch Clan would suddenly stop hunting other races and instead "learn to cultivate and raise ferocious beasts," even gaining merit from the Heavenly Dao. Even when they hunt, they only hunt those with karmic burdens. Races that originally considered joining the Demon Clan are no longer in a hurry and are all observing. It's no joke that other races aren't stupid; they'd rather be the head of a chicken than the tail of a phoenix. They decide what they do now, but joining the Demon Clan isn't something they can decide for themselves.

The main problem is that the external conflict with the Wu tribe is gone, which shakes the main conditions for the existence of the entire demon race. Not only are the other races not joining the demon race, but even within the demon race itself, there are voices calling for them to break up.

Emperor Jun, Taiyi:...

When morale is low, it's hard to lead a team.

Xuanbao was unaware. The plan he devised for Houtu had altered the entire prehistoric world's situation. If Xuanbao knew now, he would definitely regret it. Then he would say to Houtu, "I need to pay more."