I, the primordial ancestor, started out as a useless cult and a useless saint.

Chapter 12: Heading to the Witch Clan to Collect Debts! A Plot Within the Purple Cloud Palace

All the sages waited anxiously. Hongjun Daozu's gaze swept over each of his disciples before he spoke:

"Although Ye Yang is the ancestor of humanity, he is incomplete. As the saying goes, the Great Dao is fifty, and the Heavenly Dao is forty-nine. One of the Heavenly Daos of the Primordial World has also escaped, and even now it still needs tribulations to make up for it. How can the ancestor of humanity surpass the Heavenly Dao?"

Looking at Nuwa and the Sage Taiqing, Hongjun said in a calm voice:

"You need not be too hasty for now. After the great calamity, the human race will prosper. That will be the time for you to make your plans. Now, the human ancestor is blessed with good fortune, and even the Heavenly Dao cannot destroy him."

"Uh? Teacher, this..."

The saints were bewildered. There were still people whom the Heavenly Dao could not destroy. They only heard Hongjun explain:

"If it were just the Ancestor of Humanity, it would be one thing to destroy him. But now Ye Yang has sworn an oath to the Origin of the Dao, that the human race and the Ancestor of Humanity share the same honor and disgrace, and their destinies are already bound together. To kill the Ancestor of Humanity is to annihilate the human race."

In an instant, the saints realized that the human race should be the protagonist of heaven and earth. If the human race were to be wiped out, wouldn't that change the general trend? Once the general trend is changed, chaos can only be repeated and the cards will be reshuffled.

The saints gasped in shock. Nuwa and Taiqing, the two saints, were filled with regret. If they had known this would happen, they would have given the human race some pointers whenever they had the chance, and they wouldn't have ended up like this. But now...

It's too late for regrets. I thought I was a saint and could do whatever I wanted, but it turns out I was just being self-righteous.

"May I ask, teacher, must the great calamity of humanity necessarily involve the complete annihilation of all innate humans?"

Jieyin and Zhunti were plotting something, and when Hongjun heard this, he looked over, his eyes showing neither sorrow nor joy.

"According to the original trajectory, the entire innate human race must be wiped out for the human race's calamity to be considered complete; otherwise, the human race's calamity will continue indefinitely."

Then he looked at Nuwa and the Sage Taiqing and said:

"You are the Holy Mothers of the Human Race and the leaders of the Human Cult. The fate of the human race should be under your control. However, if there are innate humans who do not die, your control over the fate will not be complete. Therefore, the innate humans must be completely annihilated, but there are too many variables."

If all 100,000 innate humans were alive, they could instantly control the fate of humanity if they joined forces, and even abolish the Holy Mother. Just as if the seven sages under the Heavenly Dao were to reach a consensus and agree to let the primordial world repeat its chaos, even the Heavenly Dao would have no choice but to admit defeat.

Furthermore, the human race will flourish after the Lich Tribulation. If all the innate human races are not killed during this tribulation, it will be difficult to control the human race's destiny once the human race flourishes in the next tribulation. Ye Yang is a case in point.

"Moreover."

Hongjun suddenly paused, looked at the assembled saints, and after a moment spoke:

"Moreover, I have already sensed that the Ancestor Ye Yang contains a special power, which is the power of the Dao, but I cannot calculate it no matter what I do."

"What? Teacher, could it be that the Great Dao has made its move?"

But Hongjun shook his head:

"When the Heavenly Dao manifests, the Great Dao retreats into seclusion; this is the natural order, and the Great Dao will not intervene."

Hearing this, everyone was puzzled. If it was the power of the Dao, but not the power of the Great Dao, then what power could it be? The Heavenly Dao certainly wouldn't intervene to help.

Suddenly, the sage Nuwa thought of something and immediately asked:

"May I ask, teacher, when you left just now, the human race's fortune suddenly surged. This shouldn't be the case."

The Supreme Sage, standing nearby, hurriedly echoed and inquired, only to hear Hongjun say:

"Ye Yang of the human race is indeed a variable. The current fortune of the human race will indeed improve, but not by this much. He has mobilized the future fortune of the human race. However, the secrets of heaven are in chaos now, and even you saints cannot calculate it. How could a cowardly human know the secrets of heaven?"

The rise of humanity after the Great Tribulation is a top secret, known only to the Sages. Moreover, it was Hongjun who informed them of this; otherwise, how could they have known? So how did Ye Yang find out?

"Future fortune?"

That explains it; after a while, quite a bit of time had passed.

"Alright, you may all leave now. Remember, you must not interfere with the human race for a hundred years after you return, or I will not forgive him."

"Yes, teacher."

The saints retreated, but Nuwa and the Three Pure Ones were quietly left behind by Hongjun.

"Teacher, what's wrong?"

All that was heard was Hongjun saying:

"The two Western Saints will have their day of great prosperity in the future, while you, the Saints of the East, still have important matters to attend to."

"Please give your instructions, teacher."

Hongjun waved his hand, and stones appeared one by one.

"Nuwa, this is a nine-colored divine stone. Keep it safe. Also, take this Creation Universe Cauldron and master it as soon as possible."

Nuwa was stunned as she looked at what was in front of her:

"Teacher, what's wrong?"

It was worth hearing Hongjun say:

"In the final battle of the Lich War, Mount Buzhou will surely collapse. At that time, the heavens will crumble and the waters of the Milky Way will overflow. Only the Nine-Colored Divine Stone can repair it."

"What? Mount Buzhou is going to collapse? Teacher, this...!"

Nuwa was shocked, and the Three Pure Ones were even more shocked.

"That is the embodiment of the Father God's will."

Although the Three Pure Ones abandoned the Great Dao of Pangu, their primordial spirits were transformed from Pangu, so it would be a lie to say they had no emotions.

"Teacher, is it really impossible to protect Mount Buzhou?"

After settling the remaining humans at the foot of Mount Buzhou, Ye Yang headed straight for the location of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, all of whom were on Mount Buzhou, not far away, only a few hundred million miles apart.

At this moment, after the twelve Ancestral Witches returned to the Ancestral Witch Temple, each of them was filled with murderous intent and rage. However, the Ancestral Witch Houtu was filled with sorrow.

Along the way, all I saw were countless souls roaming freely in the sky, their wails echoing throughout the entire prehistoric world. These included human souls, demon souls, and of course, all the living beings of the prehistoric world.

Between heaven and earth, wandering ghosts and spirits roam freely, wantonly destroying the creatures of the primordial world. The bright daylight in the sky is now somewhat gloomy, as if it has been a hundred years since the last time.

A tear fell, and Houtu, the ancestral witch, seemed somewhat reluctant.

"Hey girl, what's wrong with you?"

At this moment, Dijiang, the chief of the Ancestral Witches, came over and became very anxious after seeing Houtu's sorrow. His other older brothers and sisters also rushed over to offer their concern and comfort.

Houtu, the Ancestral Witch, was their youngest sister and the only Ancestral Witch with a primordial spirit, so they valued her highly. Now that they saw Houtu shedding tears, the other Ancestral Witches could not bear it.

All that could be heard was the ancestral witch Houtu saying:

"Brothers, on our way back, I saw countless wronged souls wandering everywhere, and the world was filled with mournful cries. They were all lives."

The other ancestral witches also sighed upon hearing this:

"Sigh, it's only because you're kind-hearted, little sister. Why bother with them? Life and death are predestined. If they're not happy, they can be made to vanish into thin air."

"That's right, little sister. Big brother is right. You're just kind-hearted. If it were me, I would have eaten them all."

During the Lich War, countless primordial beings perished, with no place for reincarnation. Countless wronged souls transformed into vengeful ghosts, roaming the entire primordial land with lonely spirits and wild ghosts everywhere, especially in the Blood Sea, where they were densely packed.

Just then, the Twelve Ancestral Witches suddenly heard a voice:

"The ancestor of humanity has come to collect a debt."

"Damn it, how dare they come to the Witch Clan to collect debts!"

The Ancestral Witch instantly went berserk.

(End of this chapter)