Primordial Era: With unparalleled comprehension, I created three thousand demon realms.

Chapter 56: Preaching for Ten Thousand Years, Clarifying Cause and Effect

The establishment of the Heavenly Court was indeed in line with the operation of the primordial world, and improved a part of the Heavenly Dao's ability to operate.

This also signifies that Di Jun has truly become the Heavenly Emperor, attained the status of the Primordial Heavenly Emperor, and wielded the power of the Lord of the Primordial World.

However, it's hard to say whether this Heavenly Emperor will gain the approval of others.

Ultimately, the primordial world was a place where whoever had the biggest fist had the final say.

To claim that someone with only the title of Heavenly Emperor can command all living beings in the primordial world is simply a joke.

Di Jun and Tai Yi wore rare expressions of joy.

Right now, the demon race is only in its early stages, and many things are just beginning.

The friction between the liches remained on a small scale, without any real all-out war.

The real all-out war began after Hongjun's third sermon.

After all, now that Hongjun is preaching, who would dare to disrespect him and start a war with other races, making the prehistoric world a mess?

Buzhou Mountain.

Nuwa looked at the seventh gourd that had matured and put it away.

It wasn't that Nuwa wanted to take it for herself, but rather that Yuanmeng hadn't arrived yet; Yuanmeng was currently playing chess with Hongjun in the chaos.

Time passes slowly.

After the demon race established the Heavenly Court, they began to win over other living races in the prehistoric world. As for the powerful, it was fine, but the weak and those who disagreed were destroyed.

This is how the demon race is currently handling things.

Thousands of years later.

Not at the foot of the mountain.

An ancient altar appeared in the tribe of the Wu people.

The altar was inscribed with endless Dao patterns and the sounds of sacrificial rituals. Above the altar lay the corpses of ancient, exotic creatures.

Blood stained the altar, radiating a shimmering glow; this was the ritual of the shamanic tribe.

The twelve ancestral witches stood on the altar.

Twelve towering, illusory figures appeared between heaven and earth.

The true forms of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

"Heaven above, we, Emperor Jiang, Jumang, Zhurong, Rushou, Gonggong, Xuanming, Houtu, Qiangliang, Zhujiuyin, Tianwu, Xizi, and Shebishi, today establish a clan called: Wu!! To govern the primordial land, may Heaven bear witness!!" The twelve Ancestral Wu spoke in unison.

The sound pierced through the primordial chaos.

All the great beings of the primordial era wore intriguing expressions.

The demon race had just established a heavenly court and gained control of the primordial stars when the witch race appeared, also seeking to control the primordial land.

Isn't this going against the demon race?

……

In heaven.

Both Di Jun and Tai Yi looked rather grim.

However, seeing those twelve brutes gave Di Jun and Tai Yi a headache, not to mention that they had now become quasi-saints and established the demon race.

But dealing with those twelve brutes was truly a major headache.

The most terrifying thing about the Witch Clan is naturally their terrifying physical bodies.

Ordinary demons struggled to break through the witch clan's defenses, let alone the incredibly powerful Twelve Ancestral Witches.

In this regard.

Although Di Jun and Tai Yi were unhappy, they did not take any further action.

Time goes by.

Years are like a shuttle.

Yuan Meng returned to the primordial world from the chaos.

Hongjun returned to his Zixiao Palace to prepare for his third sermon.

After this sermon, Hongjun will merge with the Heavenly Dao. Yuanmeng went directly to Buzhou Mountain, to the cave dwelling of Nuwa and Fuxi.

This is a small world.

Fuxi and Nuwa have lived here since their birth.

"Fellow Daoist Yuanmeng?" Nuwa looked at Yuanmeng who walked out of the space and said with some surprise.

"Fellow Daoist Nuwa, Fellow Daoist Fuxi," Yuan Meng said with a smile. Fuxi had naturally noticed him as he emerged from the space.

Both of them are now at the early stage of Quasi-Saint realm, having severed one of their physical bodies.

In terms of their future positions.

There was no problem with Fuxi and Nuwa calling Yuanmeng "fellow Daoist".

It should be noted that after Nuwa became a saint, even when she saw Hongjun, she would only call him "teacher" without bowing, let alone Yuanmeng.

"Fellow Daoist Yuanmeng, here you go." Nuwa handed a black gourd to the Emperor.
Yuan Meng looked at the black gourd with a smile on his face: "It will be a trouble for Fellow Daoist Nuwa."

"You're too kind, fellow Daoist." Nuwa looked at Yuan Meng with some curiosity.

To Nuwa, Yuanmeng was too mysterious, like someone who suddenly appeared in the primordial world.

Even Fuxi, with his superior deductive abilities, couldn't deduce a single piece of information about Yuanmeng, and was even backfired upon.

"Fellow Daoist, given your strength, why have I never heard of you?" Nuwa asked Yuan Meng with curiosity.

In Nuwa's eyes, Yuanmeng's strength was definitely much greater than her own.

"Perhaps it's because I rarely show myself in the primordial world," Yuan Meng said with a smile.

"Since we are destined to meet, let's have a discussion on the Dao." Yuan Meng smiled as he looked at Nuwa and Fuxi.

Nuwa was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "Alright, since you've brought it up, I've recently made a breakthrough, so please give me your guidance."

Then Yuanmeng began to expound on the Great Dao.

At first, Nuwa and Fu listened with great interest, but later they realized that what Yuan Meng was saying was the simplest, most direct, and pointed directly to the origin of the Great Dao.

While feeling shocked, I secretly began to write it down.

I also forcibly wrote down some parts that I didn't understand, so that I could understand them later.

Ten thousand years have passed.

Yuan Meng looked at Nuwa and Fuxi, who were engrossed in enlightenment: "You protected the spiritual treasure for me for ten thousand years, and I will repay you with a ten-thousand-year-old sermon. The cause and effect are now settled."

Yuan Meng then left Nuwa and Fuxi's cave.

We arrived at the Pangu Temple.

Inside the Pangu Temple, Houtu looked at the blood pool within with a hint of sorrow in her eyes. This was the birthplace of the Wu tribe.

Nowadays, the rate of birth among the Wu tribe is getting slower and slower, and naturally born creatures need a long time to grow.

This has led to the biggest problem for the Wu tribe now being the issue of reproduction.

All told, the current population of the Wu tribe is no more than ten million.

That's right, it hasn't even reached ten million yet, it's that little.

The first and second great kalpas were both battles involving hundreds of millions of living beings, even in small-scale conflicts.

The Wu tribe's population is currently less than ten million. How can the Wu tribe not be worried?

"Your Excellency," Houtu said, her eyes filled with respect and surprise as she looked at Yuanmeng who had appeared in the Pangu Palace.

“Hmm.” Yuan Meng nodded, looking at the blood pool in the main hall.

The blood pool is about to dry up; it will probably be completely depleted in a few epochs.

"Are you worried about the population of the Wu tribe?" Yuan Meng said slowly.

Houtu's eyes lit up, and she nodded, saying, "Yes, Your Majesty, do you have any ideas?"

Yuan Meng smiled and said, "You were all born from this Pangu Blood Pool. The Blood Pool is ultimately limited. Why didn't you think of filling it with your own blood? Although the potential of the later-born Wu Clan might be lower, they are still Wu Clan after all."

Upon hearing Yuan Meng's words, Hou Tu's eyes lit up; this was indeed a good idea.

As ancestral witches, they were fully entitled to use their own blood to give birth to a new witch race in the blood pool.

(End of this chapter)