Chapter 54: The Human Tribe is Betrayed Zhou Cheng was extremely angry

  After the gathering of the ancestral witch of the Zulong tribe, a bloody storm suddenly swept across the vast expanse of Honghuang.

  First, the witch tribe's excuse for invading the human territory was to plunder food, and all sorts of small frictions began to erupt. The witch tribe was powerful, while the human tribe was weak. Every time they fought, hundreds or thousands of humans couldn't even defeat one witch. The so-called wise men of the human tribe, who could use their intelligence to defeat a hundred enemies with just one person's strength, were completely useless in this situation. In the face of absolute power, small clever tricks were not enough. Moreover, the witch tribe had come prepared. Fortunately, for now, the witch tribe was only engaged in minor skirmishes, after all, there was still Laozi's barrier that they hadn't crossed yet.

  As the two tribes of witches were already showing some friction, Wujiu thought it was time to go see Taishang Laojun. The witch tribe immediately made preparations for a visit. Some took the essence of the stars, while others collected rare beasts and searched the wilderness, emptying their stores, but they managed to gather many strange treasures and exotic animals. After all, Laozi is a saint, how can ordinary things be pleasing to his eyes? The witch tribe's gift-giving was just a gesture.

  At this time, Laozi still lived in Shouyang Mountain. Perhaps the timing was not yet ripe, and he had not gone to that place outside the 33 heavens to establish a Daoist temple. However, there were more human disciples among his followers. The teachings of Ren also took shape.

  This time, Zu Wu didn't make a big show of it and only brought two people, Zhu Jiu Yin and Xuan Ming. When they arrived at Shou Yang Mountain, all they saw was a vast expanse of fog in front of them, with no visible path to take. The mountain blocked their way, but the saint's Daoist temple was indeed extraordinary.

  Two people were in a state of distress, when they saw a golden-robed boy walking towards them. What a wonderful boy he was: wearing golden robes, his hair tied up in small braids, with one standing upright on each side; between the opening and closing of his eyes, there seemed to be a subtle glow emanating from within, containing the aura of an immortal elixir, his cultivation was not weak at all, probably possessing the strength of a mid-stage Immortal.

  The child's hands swept away the dust, and he walked to the front of the two people, opening his mouth to sing: "Are you the Candle Nine Yin, the Ancestor of the Mystic Abyss?"

  This time on Mount Taiyang, I was indeed seeking something from someone. The two ancestral witches were actually well-behaved and not annoyed by the childish tone.

  "It is us."

  "I am the Golden Horned Boy under the Taishang Laojun, my master has an order, instructing the two of you to follow me to pay respects." The Golden Horned Boy spoke, not putting the two ancestral witches in his eyes at all.

  Xuan Ming saw this and seemed to want to speak, but was stopped by Zhu Jiu's subtle gesture.

  "Thanks for your hard work, Jin Jiao Dao Chang." The two ancestors followed him into the First Sun Mountain. The palace where Laozi was located was called the Xuan Du Tian Ba Jing Palace, so he had a reputation as the Great Master of Xuan Du, meaning the first person under Laozi's seat.

  Entering the Eight Scenic Palace, Laozi was wandering in the void, not paying attention to the two ancestral witches. The saint's power, however, was subtly pressing down on Zhu Jiuyin and Xuanming. The two ancestral witches struggled hard to resist, but seeing the situation, they could only open their mouths to report their origins.

  "The two ancestral witches, although reluctant in their hearts, were under the saint's command and could only obey. They took out two wristlets made from the secret methods of the witch tribe and placed them on the incense table in front of them, which was filled with gifts."

  "I've long heard that the old master is a mentor to the human race, but this time we've come for the dispute over the witch. The human population has grown too quickly, affecting the development of the witch tribe, resulting in many conflicts. To let the saint know, we support and acknowledge the human teachings, it's just some friction... Although Candle Nine knew that these polite words were useless, after all, the witch tribe's intention was clear, and the old master as a saint would not be unaware of this, he still had to say it, so as not to tear each other's faces apart, polite words were the most suitable thing to say."

  The old man dispersed the sacred aura, turned around with clarity, opened his Dharma eye, and glanced down at the two ancestors Wu who were bowing their heads and clasping their hands. He said: "You have come for this matter, I already know what you want to do. What is important in human teachings is only the transmission of the orthodox Dao, the great teaching's energy operation. Although what you want to do involves many killings..."

  Laozi said half, and then stopped. Since the witch tribe has sent it to the door this time, after calculating, the cause and effect are naturally clear and clear. It's not that the saint is omnipotent, but rather that the opportunity is so coincidental that it can be calculated as a matter of the world. The way of heaven is vast, how can the saint know everything? Cause and effect are complicated, and once someone interferes with the yin and yang of heaven, wanting to spy on the heavenly machine, it becomes even more difficult.

  The Wu tribe thought that although the killing was cruel, it greatly injured the harmony of heaven. However, Laozi had previously practiced the heavenly mechanism and had a plan.

  "This matter you'd better handle with ease. Just remember, I teach people to follow the orthodox way, don't ruin my great teachings' fortune and go against my great path."

  The old man waved his hand and sent away the two ancestral witches. After a moment of calculation, he took out the Taiji diagram, drew it in mid-air, and the great method of the sage was instantly unfolded. With a light drink, however, the heavenly mechanism was disrupted.

  "Hmph, you demons, this time you'll be the ones who are left in awe." The old man summoned Donghua Zhenren from his sect and instructed him for a bit, preparing to head to Mount Kunlun for the second Debate of the Way.

  Nüwa Palace, Nüwa was about to set up the frame and hurry to Kunlun Mountain to discuss the matter of the second theory. Her mind moved, and she got off the chariot, standing quietly in front of the palace.

  Dong Huang Tai Yi had a heavy heart as he arrived at the palace of Nuwa. From afar, he saw the goddess standing outside her palace and stopped in his tracks, approaching her to pay his respects.

  "The Eastern Emperor has met the Demon Emperor, the Holy Man." The Eastern Emperor bowed his hands and paid respects, but he deliberately emphasized the two words "Demon Emperor".

  "Dong Huang, why aren't you staying in the Dong Huang Tian Di Palace? What brings you to my Wa Huang Palace?" Nüwa said with a smile, her tone seeming to look down on Dong Huang. Although she was also a monarch of the demon tribe, it was an empty title, and there were many places where she didn't see eye-to-eye with the Heavenly Emperor Dong Huang Taiyi, who held real power. Even saints have likes and dislikes, and sometimes they can be even more stubborn.

  "Let the Queen know that Dong Huang has recently gained some insight, and the second battle between the Witch and the Demon is likely to be imminent. Although the Witch clan has lost Zhu Rong, its foundation remains unshaken. However, my brother Emperor Jun has lost the He Tu, and his strength has been severely damaged." Dong Huang saw Nüwa's attitude and couldn't help but scold in his heart, "You've become a saint, and you're still so cold towards our Demon clan." "I hope the Queen will inform us of any way for our Demon clan to gain victory."

  Nüwa, after all, was a member of the demon clan. Although she disapproved of Dong Huang's actions, when it came to the survival of the demon clan, she was deeply concerned. After some thought, she said: "I think that the witch tribe has some plans, but the heavenly mechanism is unclear. I'm afraid someone has disrupted the balance of yin and yang." As Nüwa spoke, she paced back and forth, thinking silently to herself. "The witch tribe's reliance is nothing more than their powerful bodies. Although their bodies are strong, they are not invincible. All it takes is a sword that can be forged with the essence of the four directions of the vast earth, mixed with the essence of the stars, using heaven and earth as the furnace, the blood of living beings as the catalyst, and 81 years of effort to create."

  Dong Huang listened to Nüwa's words and remembered them. He immediately said, "Since you are a saint, if you personally take action, the small Shu tribe will be nothing but chickens and dogs. Under the saint, the Shu tribe is like an arm trying to stop a chariot or an ant trying to shake a tree; they cannot resist."

  Nüwa listened to Dong Huang's words, and her heart suddenly didn't feel right. She immediately waved her hand and sent Dong Huang away. The struggle between the witches and the demons would bring about a great calamity in the vast expanse of the universe. If she were to take action herself, she feared that the war between the witches and demons would come even sooner and be even more intense. How could she reveal heavenly secrets, go against the heavenly way, and tell Dong Huang that in the end, the war between the witches and demons would ultimately benefit humanity? All she was doing was trying her best to keep the demon tribe safe.

  Dong Huang was sent back to the Heavenly Palace in an instant, still stunned and marveling at the great divine law of the saint. However, the voice of Nüwa echoed in his mind.

  "I think He Tu and Emperor Jun still have a fate together, and they will be able to reunite in the future."

  Everyone, hold on a bit. Little Fish has finally made it to the top of the new book chart with great difficulty. For the long-term development of this book, I need to control the update speed for one week. I will definitely work hard to stockpile drafts and prepare plots, and after next week, I will resume updating at full force.

  After finishing this chapter, I was informed by friends that today is Mother's Day. My mother gave birth to my little sister last year and her hair has turned white a lot. If readers have mothers around 45 years old who just gave birth, they should be able to feel it. The hardships of mothers, Xiao Yu cannot repay, not even a phone call can be made back home. Mother is very traditional, probably didn't even know about Mother's Day, last year on Mother's Day when I called back home, mother scolded me for wasting phone bills!!!

  The little fish once again declared that it would definitely not be too greedy, striving to earn a meager manuscript fee to alleviate the burden on its family.

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