Primordial Era: My father is Hongjun, who dares disobey!

"Little sister, in the present primordial world, the sage Hongjun is the only one who is powerful and can form his own power. However, the sage is ruthless, and his cultivation of the Great Dao is not related to living beings, so he cannot personally participate in the primordial world's situation."

Upon hearing this, Houtu and the other ancestral witches all nodded in approval, agreeing with this point.

Seeing this, Dijiang simply continued:

"In the present primordial world, the three races of dragon, phoenix, and qilin have not long since gone into seclusion. Everything is in ruins and life is returning. Among them, only two forces have the greatest momentum and are most likely to inherit the fortune of heaven and earth."

At this point, Dijiang paused, giving his brothers and sisters ample time to think.

"Brother is right, these two forces are my Witch Clan and the Demon Clan."

Gonggong, the ancestral sorcerer of water who was usually not good with words, spoke up at this moment.

"That's right." Dijiang continued, "The Lich and Demon races are blessed by the bounty of heaven and earth. The Demon race is powerful and the Lich race is strong. The fortune of heaven and earth naturally flows to the two races."

"However," Dijiang suddenly sighed, then continued, "I once heard Fellow Daoist Fuxi deduce that the Golden Crow Dijun of the Sun Star has the signs of a Heavenly Emperor, with a majestic bearing and rising purple aura. Presumably, he is unwilling to live in seclusion and is full of ambition."

"But what does that have to do with my witch clan?"

The kind-hearted Houtu couldn't help but ask a question.

Upon hearing this, Dijiang sighed deeply and said nothing more, instead turning his gaze to the several great shamans approaching step by step outside the gate.

"Hou Yi, you explain."

Dijiang suddenly spoke.

Immediately, a man swiftly entered from outside the door. He was burly and had a rugged face; he was none other than Hou Yi, the Great Witch of the Witch Clan, who ranked below the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

At this moment, he was seen with his bare hands, his veins bulging, and his blood vessels clearly visible. He could shatter the void with every move he made. His strength had reached the early stage of the Great Luo realm, second only to the Ancestral Witch.

Upon hearing Dijiang's call, Houyi did not hesitate for a moment and strode into the hall.

He then respectfully bowed to the ancestral witches and slowly said:

"The demon race will become powerful in the future and may obtain the throne of the Heavenly Emperor, while my witch race is also developing rapidly and its power is growing day by day. The two will inevitably clash again in the future."

After speaking, his gaze fell on Houtu, who looked puzzled. Seeing that she was still confused,

So he simply tore away all pretense and spoke frankly again:

"May I ask you, my ancestral witches, what has enabled our witch clan to develop?"

Although it was a question, Hou Yi answered quickly without waiting for others to think.

"resource!"

He then added,

"The Witch Clan refines their physical bodies and blood essence, increasing their cultivation... all of this relies on resources, among which flesh and blood are especially important, particularly the flesh and blood of the Demon Clan!"

Only then did the group of ancestral witches awaken from their daze and suddenly realize the truth.

At this moment, Hou Yi didn't need to explain further; they understood that a war between the witches and demons was inevitable.

If the Wu Clan wants to improve, it needs an extremely large amount of flesh and blood resources to sustain it, but where does this flesh and blood come from?

In this primordial world, only the demon race, with its large population and enormous body, meets this condition.

This means that the two sides were destined to be enemies from the very beginning.

"Is this really the only way, brothers?" Houtu still couldn't accept this cruel reality, but she tried to find some solace.

However, the heavy nods from the other eleven ancestral witches and Hou Yi completely shattered the last glimmer of hope in her heart.

She immediately slumped down, her eyes becoming vacant.

The Pangu Hall fell into a deathly silence.

……

At the same moment,

Jiang Daoxuan, his companion, and the tiger arrived before a sacred mountain. The mountain was surrounded by red clouds and shrouded in purple mist, and contained countless fire-attribute spiritual roots and exotic herbs.

Its entire body is crimson, its rocks resembling cinnabar clouds; when sunlight shines upon it, it emits countless rays of light, hence its name:

Fiery Cloud Immortal Mountain!

This is the true Daoist temple of Ancestor Hongyun, and it is not far from Kunlun, Jiang Daoxuan thought to himself.

"Fellow Daoist is fortunate. This Fire Cloud Cave is clearly a top-grade innate cave heaven, brimming with spiritual energy."

Jiang Daoxuan expressed his admiration.

Upon hearing this, Hongyun repeatedly said that it was an overstatement, and that it was not as good as Daoxuan's Jade Capital Mountain.

After some mutual flattery, the two men and the tiger entered a cave on the mountaintop.

"Such a rich spiritual energy!"

As soon as he stepped inside, Hakimi beneath him let out a gasp of surprise, then broke away from Jiang Daoxuan and began to wander off on its own.

Jiang Daoxuan looked up and saw a crystal-white Fire Cloud Palace sitting there. The palace was magnificent and grand, with dragon and phoenix patterns engraved on it, making it even more luxurious.

Inside the palace, three innate cloud lamps were scattered in various places to protect the fortune of this cave and prevent it from dissipating. Only a Xuanbing cloud bed remained standing in the center.

Seeing this, Jiang Daoxuan smiled, but he didn't expect Fellow Daoist Hongyun to be enjoying it so much.

"You flatter me. This is the Red Cloud Dojo, the Fire Cloud Cave," the Red Cloud Ancestor said with an embarrassed smile.

Dao Xuan didn't seem to care, but looked around and observed, though a faint tremor ran through his heart.

The two then began to talk.

……

From the words, Dao Xuan learned that this place was not where Hong Yun was born, but a treasure land that he had found by chance.

Because of the unique nature of its mountain range, which emits purple vapors that are connected to its own origin, it has been transformed into a sacred site.

However, Jiang Daoxuan gleaned an extremely important piece of information from it.

"Fellow Daoist Hongyun, are you saying that the Fire Cloud Immortal Mountain has a special destiny and should have a supreme treasure born there, but after millions of years it has been nurtured and there is still no sign of it?"

Across from him, Jiang Daoxuan asked in confusion.

"Yes, Fellow Daoist Dao Xuan, it's a pity that I haven't found the slightest sign in all these millions of years."

Hongyun sighed.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Daoxuan suddenly understood the reason for the slight tremor in his heart earlier, but there was still one thing he didn't understand:

What is the relationship between this Fire Cloud Cave and the Fire Cloud Cave where the three human saints were imprisoned in the Court of Humanity? Are they the same place?

Jiang Daoxuan had no idea about these things.

So he simply stopped thinking about it and silently closed his eyes to wait.

Seeing this, Hongyun suddenly asked in confusion:

"Fellow Daoist, what are you doing?"

However, at this moment, Jiang Daoxuan was immersed in the principles of humanity, his mind and body completely focused, and he simply replied with a rather calm, "Wait!"

"Wait? Wait for what?"

Hongyun was completely baffled, her face full of confusion, not knowing what Xuan was doing.

After that, Jiang Daoxuan remained silent, sitting quietly for a long time until…

"They're here!"

A gasp interrupted Hongyun's thoughts. He looked up instantly but found nothing unusual.

The next moment, the sacred mountain trembled, and a radiant glow rose, with a vast and ancient aura slowly emerging from behind the mountain.

Before he could react, a sharp, piercing sound rang out, and then a supreme treasure slowly landed in Dao Xuan's hand.

At this moment, Dao Xuan slowly opened his eyes, his gaze sweeping freely over the top-grade innate spiritual treasure before him.

Kongtong Seal!