Chapter Sixty-Four: The Rise of the Demon Race, Hongjun Attains Sainthood

The burly man holding a massive axe sensed the situation turning dire. Realizing that the three of them had run into a formidable adversary, he let out a furious roar, swinging his giant axe and forcing Taiyi to retreat. He shouted, “Hou Yi, Kuafu, fall back! We are no match for these two!”

At that moment, Kuafu, already locked in combat with Di Jun, understood that he was not his opponent. He managed to push Di Jun back a step and shouted angrily, “We can’t escape! Xingtian, go and summon Lady Houtu!”

Hou Yi, skilled in archery, saw the unfavorable turn the battle had taken. He drew an arrow with grave determination and aimed it at Di Jun. Noting that Taiyi was protected by the Chaos Bell, his arrows would be useless against him, so he targeted Di Jun, who was pressing Kuafu hard.

Though Di Jun possessed the River Diagram and the Luo Book, he was not adept at defense and dared not ignore an arrow shot by a great witch. He commanded the River Diagram and Luo Book to lay down several layers of defensive formations, blocking Hou Yi’s attack. This caused his grip to slacken for a moment, giving Kuafu, who was being relentlessly suppressed, a chance to catch his breath.

Of the three, Xingtian was somewhat cunning. Knowing he was not a match for Taiyi, he dodged, avoiding direct confrontation, but stubbornly kept Taiyi occupied, preventing him from assisting Di Jun. Yet, the difference in cultivation was vast, making it exceedingly difficult.

Hou Yi continued to shoot arrows intermittently to relieve his two companions, all the while lamenting in his heart. He had already sent out a secret call for help, but wondered why Ancestor Witch Houtu had not arrived.

Despite Hou Yi’s assistance, Kuafu and Xingtian were barely holding on. As the three silently cursed their luck and were about to be slain by Di Jun and Taiyi, suddenly a thunderous shout echoed, “Who dares harm the people of my witch tribe!”

With the booming voice, twelve enormous figures appeared in the distance, running toward them with a resounding rumble—it was the Twelve Ancestor Witches.

It turned out that after receiving Hou Yi’s plea for help, Houtu observed the situation in secret. Seeing that the two adversaries were not weaker than herself and possessed powerful artifacts, she knew that even if she appeared, she would not be their match. Thus, she alerted the other Ancestor Witches, causing the delay.

Di Jun and Taiyi, witnessing the formidable aura of the twelve and sensing their cultivation was no less than their own, exchanged a glance, their expressions changing. “Let’s go!” Di Jun called, forcing Kuafu aside, unable to finish him off. The two transformed into streaks of blazing light, shooting off into the distance and vanishing in an instant.

The Twelve Ancestor Witches arrived. The leader, Dijang, saw the two fleeing and knew pursuit would be futile. He snorted angrily and turned to Hou Yi and his companions. “What happened? Who were those two?”

Hou Yi and his companions forced a bitter smile and recounted the events. The hot-tempered Zhu Rong roared, “So you thought you’d make prey of others, only to nearly become prey yourselves, is that it?” The three nodded with wry smiles.

“Useless! From today, double your training. You’ve brought shame on our witch tribe!” Zhu Rong scolded fiercely.

The three hung their heads, faces red with embarrassment. At that moment, a woman dressed in white approached, speaking gently, “Fifth brother, don’t be angry. I will supervise their training.” She was the youngest among the Ancestor Witches, Houtu.

When the Twelve Ancestor Witches were born, they absorbed endless baleful energy, making them all extremely violent and bloodthirsty.

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The only exception was Houtu. When her eleven siblings were born, most of the baleful energy had already been absorbed, so her temperament was unaffected. She was always gentle and peaceful, a stark contrast to her siblings’ fierce nature.

Seeing his little sister speak, Zhu Rong snorted in anger but said no more. The eldest, Dijang, waved his hand and said, “Just two little fish—nothing to worry about. Next time, kill them on sight. Since it’s settled, let us disperse.” The crowd nodded and departed.

Dijang could never have guessed that the two who escaped would later become the witch tribe’s greatest enemies, leading to mutual destruction. Had he known, he would have hunted them to the ends of the heavens and not let them escape.

Yet for all that, the creator of the primordial world, Pangu, had not yet perished. Would he watch as the saints schemed against his bloodline? Who can say what the outcome would be?

Fangzhang Island. A thousand years had passed since Chen Xing and his two wives were married. The two mothers had hoped for grandchildren, but their wishes were unfulfilled. After Chen Xing explained that the two women’s cultivation was insufficient to bear his offspring, the elders put their hopes aside for the time being.

Chen Xing secretly wiped away a cold sweat, relieved he hadn’t told them that Nuwa had already attained the realm of the Great Dao Saint. Otherwise, he would never have peace for countless years to come, since the gap between the initial stage and perfection of the Great Dao Saint was immeasurable, and Nuwa still had a long way to go before reaching perfection.

But seeing his mother’s disappointed expression, Chen Xing smiled bitterly. Hoping for Nuwa to reach perfection was less practical than focusing on perfecting his own Dao heart. Once the power of the primordial chaos was unsealed and everything returned to his control, siring a child would be a trivial matter.

With the task of perfecting his Dao heart once again at the forefront, Chen Xing lamented his years of complacency. Ever since he brought his family out of Earth and married the two women, he had paid little attention to cultivation. This was unworthy of the Supreme Lord of All Worlds! Once Hongjun attains sainthood, it will be time to travel the worlds once more.

As he pondered, Chen Xing’s divine sense stirred, and his figure appeared in the chaos, just in time to see a giant, tens of thousands of feet tall, striding forth from the depths of chaos. Like a demon god descended, the chaotic currents parted, making way for him.

The giant approached Chen Xing and gradually shrank to normal size. He bowed respectfully and said, “Master, I have returned!” This was Pangu, who had gone to the Perfect World.

“So soon? Did your junior brother not come with you?” Chen Xing asked in surprise, not inquiring about the situation with the Corpse Emperor, knowing that Pangu, unlike himself, would have dealt with him decisively.

Pangu shook his head and explained, “I had hoped to bring my junior brother to pay respects to Master and Mistress, but he insisted on breaking free from that world’s constraints on his own, saying it was Master’s expectation for him and that he must fulfill it!”

Chen Xing nodded, hesitated, and awkwardly asked, “And… how is she?”

Pangu paused, instantly understanding who Chen Xing meant. He replied, “Master refers to the little willow tree, I presume? Her aptitude is quite good, and having cultivated the Nine Revolutions Profound Art and the Phoenix Breaking Sky Technique you gave her, her cultivation is now no weaker than my junior brother’s.” Chen Xing was speechless—he hadn’t asked about her cultivation.

Sighing inwardly, Chen Xing thought, with Pangu’s emotional intelligence, he was doomed to be single! He let the topic drop.

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“Let’s return to the island.” Chen Xing said calmly, vanishing from chaos in a flash. Pangu followed closely behind.

Meanwhile, the brothers Di Jun and Taiyi, since being driven off by the Ancestor Witches, nursed a burning anger. As they traveled the primordial world and saw countless newly transformed beings being hunted by the witch tribe for food, they had an idea: to gather these beings and unite them against the witches.

Thousands of years passed in the blink of an eye. Over the years, Di Jun and Taiyi had gradually recruited ten great cultivators—Ji Meng, Ying Zhao, Fei Dan, Fei Lian, Jiu Ying, Shang Yang, Bai Ze, Qin Yuan, Zi Tie, and Gui Che—along with countless newly evolved beings, forming a new power called the Demon Tribe! They declared themselves the Demon Emperor and the Eastern Emperor, appointing Ji Meng and the others as the Ten Demon Generals to lead the myriad demons.

Thus, the Demon Tribe was established!

The Demon Tribe was founded to oppose the witch tribe. From its birth, friction between the two was frequent, and covert attacks were commonplace.

One day, as the Demon Emperor Di Jun and Eastern Emperor Taiyi were discussing how to confront the witch tribe, an ancient voice echoed throughout the primordial world:

“High in the ninefold clouds, I sit cross-legged, seeking true Dao.
Beyond heaven and earth’s mysteries, I am the honored teacher.
Pangu births the Supreme Ultimate, Two Principles and Four Images follow.
The Dao passes to three friends, two schools divide and spread.
Leader of the Mysterious Gate, One Qi transforms into Hongjun.
I am Hongjun, having attained the Dao. In a thousand years, I will lecture in the Purple Heaven Palace within the chaos. All fated ones may attend!”

In that moment, the entire primordial world trembled. Countless great beings were stunned.

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