Chapter Twenty-Five: The Witch's Stand

  The vast and desolate land, since the Daozu Qin appointed Dong Wang Gong and Xi Wang Mu to separately lead the male and female immortals of the Honghuang, the two have been working diligently. In just three thousand years, they transformed the originally loose alliance of scattered immortals into a major force that exists today, with the East Sea Penglai Three Islands as their base, and their influence extending to the entire eastern part of the Honghuang. Seeing their development momentum, Emperor Jun could no longer sit still, gathered all the members of the demon tribe, opened an altar to worship heaven, and formally established the status of the demon tribe.

  What is the demon tribe? The wet and raw egg can transform grass and wood into spirits, all of which can be called demons. At that time, the Honghuang cloud gathered and responded, among them were not lacking in great spiritual powers, such as Fuxi and Nüwa, and there were also the future ten great demon marshals, including Meng, Ying Zhao, Bai Ze and others, who all had the strength of Daluo Jinxian.

  "The Heavenly Way is above, now I, Emperor Jun, with my brother Taiyi, formally establish the Demon Clan. With the Pre-Heavenly Treasure, the Hunyuan Bell, we will suppress the Demon Clan's destiny and jointly manage the Honghuang to seek a chance for the survival of the Demon Clan." As soon as Emperor Jun finished his prayer, he took the Hunyuan Bell from Taiyi's hand and threw it into the air. Suddenly, the Honghuang's destiny surged, with three-tenths gathering together, enveloping all members of the Demon Clan. Then, a gourd automatically flew out of Emperor Jun's head, which was picked in the Kunlun Mountains. The gourd floated in the air, slowly rotating, and a stream of energy shot out from each member of the Demon Clan, condensing into a small flag on the surface of the gourd. On the flag were written the words "Recruit Demons", which was the birth of the Demon Clan's racial destiny treasure, the Recruit Demons Flag.

  Tei Kō, who was discussing with the other So On, saw his vital energy slowly draining away and, without further hesitation, flew up into the air to pray to heaven and earth.

  "The Heavenly Way is above, now I, Emperor Jiang, together with my twelve siblings, have formally established the Wu Tribe in the name of our ancestor Wu. With the Pre-Heavenly Treasure, the Qiankun Ding, suppressing the Wu Tribe's destiny, we will govern the central region of the Hongyuan and secure a place for the survival of the Wu Tribe." Emperor Jiang finished his prayer and threw the Qiankun Ding into the air, instantly stabilizing three-tenths of the Hongyuan's energy. The Pangu Hall in the belly of Mount Buzhou automatically flew out, absorbing the Wu Tribe's faith power, and automatically evolved into the Wu Tribe's racial destiny treasure before falling back onto Mount Buzhou.

  The formal establishment of the two tribes of witches, instantly fixed six-tenths of the aura of the vast wilderness, and other forces were terrified when they saw it. This momentum is even more powerful than that of the three ancient tribes. Especially with the appearance of the two innate treasures, many great gods are envious, but after being envious, they are deeply fearful. With the innate treasure suppressing the aura, as long as it's not something that hurts heaven and earth too much, the aura of the two tribes will be long-lasting and will continue to prosper. How can others provoke them?

  At this time, the most surprised were Dong Wang Gong and Xi Wang Mu. These two people worked hard for 3,000 years to build up their current massive power. Now that the witch tribe has been established, their aura has been reduced by one-third, especially among the cultivators within their own domain, three-tenths of whom belong to the witch tribe. Now that the witch tribe has been established, they naturally all left themselves and returned to their clan. This made Dong Wang Gong extremely resentful, and at the same time, he hated Emperor Jun even more.

  Kunpeng's power established in the North Ming also suffered heavy losses, and even he himself had a thread of fate tied to the demon-summoning banner. To be honest, he could also be considered a member of the demon tribe.

  And like some other minor forces, such as the dragon clan that had been hiding in the four seas, were also pulled into a connection with the demon clan's fate, now sharing their fortunes and misfortunes. The demon clan's power entered a period of rapid development.

  The Wu tribe has a small population base, and after three thousand years of development, it has only reached around five million. However, the twelve ancestral witches are all powerful, and their physical bodies have broken through to the peak of the Daluo Golden Immortal realm. Except for the saintly Daozu Hongjun, they are the strongest in the Primordial Chaos. Especially Emperor Jiang, the first of the twelve ancestral witches, who has dual cultivation of his physical body and primordial spirit, and possesses many powerful artifacts, is secretly known among the cultivators of the Primordial Chaos as the number one person below Daozu.

  At this time, Emperor Jiang was reviewing the two people in front of him in his own tribe. These two were dragon clan cultivators who had been captured by himself during the Dragon Han Initial Calamity. One was called Huang Long Dao Ren and the other was Jiao Mo Wang Ao Jiao.

  "You two have been cultivating in the Qiankun Ding for tens of thousands of years, think carefully about whether to stay or leave?" Emperor Jiang released his own aura, suppressing the two, who were only at the mid-term cultivation level of Daluo Jinxian, and for a moment they didn't even dare to breathe.

  At this time, Ao Jiao's mouth twitched slightly, struggled for a long time, and finally stood up straight and said: "Zu Wu has been teaching us the way for many years, and also allowed us to cultivate in the Qiankun Ding. I am very grateful in my heart, but you killed the ancestor of my dragon clan. Although I can remember the kindness and not seek revenge from you, it is absolutely impossible for me to join the Wu clan."

  Looking at Ao Jiao's stubborn face, Emperor Jiang didn't say anything and instead looked at Huang Long Dao Ren beside him. As soon as Huang Long saw Emperor Jiang looking at him, he immediately knelt down, "Huang Long is willing to join the Wu tribe."

  Di Jiang waved his hand, signaling them to stand up, then said: "Huang Long Dao Ren, you go meet the Dragon Clan first, the Witch Clan is not suitable for you."

  Huang Long was overjoyed as if he had been granted a great amnesty, and immediately expressed his gratitude. He then left. Ao Jiao, who was standing on the side, looked disdainful.

  Di Jiang wasn't paying attention to Huang Long, but was instead seriously looking at Ao Jiao. This Ao Jiao had some backbone and a strong personality, which suited his taste very well. However, seeing that he refused to agree to stay in the Wu tribe, Di Jiang couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

  "From now on, you and I will wipe out all our past grievances, can you agree?"

  "Of course I agree."

  "If in the future I have another favor for you and want you to join me, will you agree?"

  Ao Jiao was taken aback, never expecting Emperor Jiang to value him so much. His heart stirred with emotion, "From today on, the matter of killing Long Zu has nothing to do with me. If in the future you show me kindness again, I, Ao Jiao, will willingly enter your service."

  "Alright, you can go too. I look forward to seeing you again." Emperor Jiang waved his hand once more, indicating for him to leave. Ao Jiao didn't make any extra movements, cupped his hands together in a farewell gesture, and flew off towards the Dragon Clan's direction.

  "It's really hard to believe you'd just let them go like that." Just then, a cold voice rang out, and from the room beside Emperor Jiang came a figure in black clothes - it was the Rainy Season Fairy who had struck Emperor Jiang with lightning on Mount Tai.

  "If you can't stand it, then leave on your own, I don't owe you anything." Since becoming the Emperor of the Witch Clan, Di Jiang felt that the era of the Great Witch War was approaching, and his mood had been bad. Seeing Lei Yu Xian Zi's cold mockery, he couldn't help but say in a cold tone.

  "I won't leave until I've killed you." The Storm Fairy said resolutely. Upon hearing this, Emperor Jiang's heart ignited with a flame of anger.

  "You must be crazy!" Di Jiang had had enough of this beautiful-looking but mentally-ill woman.

  The Thunder Rain Fairy was also feeling wronged, her sole purpose for appearing was to bring down thunder punishment on him and use all her might to strike him dead, this had been decided since she was born. If she didn't kill him, then the purpose of her living would be gone, what significance would her existence have? At this time, she was like a confused girl who didn't know which direction to move forward in, looking at Emperor Jiang with hope, hoping that the person indirectly responsible for creating her could give her an answer.

  Feeling the gaze of the Thunderstorm, Emperor Jiang couldn't take it anymore and flew out of the tribe in an instant, heading straight for the Eastern Sea's Penglai Three Islands. Although that place was currently within the sphere of influence of the Eastern King Gong, Emperor Jiang didn't care in the least. He recalled that one of the Four Sides Lotus Platforms, the Canghai Green Lotus, would be born there and couldn't help but want to go try his luck and search for it. His current aura was flourishing, so who knows, he might actually encounter it.