Chapter 44: Reincarnation in the Present World

  All the saints are in a dilemma, not knowing how to deal with it. Moreover, the saints do not have the power to suppress any tribe. Fortunately, the demon tribe was defeated and their morale is low, but the witch tribe has just experienced a great victory, and it's not something that can be resolved by a few saints talking empty words.

  The old man bowed his head and pondered for a moment, "It seems that the war between witches and demons is not a good thing, and it's better not to fight if possible. Moreover, the reasons behind the war between witches and demons are not something that we can decide with just one word. As saints, we shouldn't interfere in the affairs of witches and demons either. I wonder how you fellow Taoists see this?"

  Laozi kicked the ball out again, but Laozi's intention was also very clear, that is, all saints should not interfere with the dispute between witches and demons, mainly referring to Nüwa Niangniang, who cannot favor the demon tribe anymore. From now on, when witches and demons fight each other to death, saints will no longer intervene.

  "Laozi's words are indeed correct, but how should we wrap things up at this point?" Zhuanti spoke up.

  "I think it's better to let the witch stop fighting for now and no longer create killing karma." Yuanshu also spoke up.

  The Jade Pure One thought for a moment and understood the Three Pure Ones' plan. The great war between the witches and demons was unstoppable, and all the saints were happy to see it happen. However, this time the demon tribe suffered too much, so the Three Pure Ones wanted to give the demon tribe a chance to catch their breath. As soon as the words left his mouth, Laozi also nodded in agreement.

  Zu Wu was furious, "We've gone to great lengths to cripple the demon tribe and now we're about to kill Di Jun and Tai Yi. How can you let them off scot-free?" Jiang stepped forward as a representative of the Wu tribe.

  "I have met with all of you sages, Emperor Jun has wronged me without cause, invading my home and killing my kin. This grudge cannot go unavenged, I hope the sages will help us achieve our goal."

  "Hmph, Emperor Jiang, you dare to threaten a saint?!" Nuwa's eyebrows stood on end, her face as cold as frost.

  "Nüwa said, 'What Emperor Jiang says isn't unreasonable. Since ancient times, the victor becomes king and the defeated become bandits. Now that the demon clan has been defeated, it's not right to just let them off like this.'" Jiying continued the conversation.

  "Leading the way for Daoist friends, Emperor Jun is the emperor of the demon clan. Do you want to see if the demon clan will rise in revolt?"

  "This is a scourge on the world, and his death would be no loss." Zhen Ti said coldly.

  "Are you looking for a fight? You think you can take me on?" Niúwā was determined to protect Dìjūn and Tàiyī, of course she didn't necessarily want to die for them, but she had been pushed to this point and couldn't back down. Moreover, Niúwā had already vaguely guessed the intentions of the Three Pure Ones, so she absolutely wouldn't show weakness in her words.

  Laozi's white eyebrow twitched, the two Western saints sat on one buttock in the witch tribe, and it was hard to say that there was no collusion between them. Now it is clear that the witch tribe is strong, and the demon tribe cannot be allowed to decline at this time, otherwise it will be irretrievable.

  "Fellow Taoists, no need to quarrel. I think we should stop fighting for now, considering the presence of Nüwa's sister. However, in the future, all saints are not allowed to interfere with the war between witches and demons. What do you think?" Laozi spoke up.

  Laozi, as the leader of the Xuanmen sect, with the support of the Primordial and Tongtian, his words naturally carry great weight. The Heart Introducer in his heart is not really willing to help the Wu tribe, on the contrary, his thoughts are no different from those of the Three Purities, only the means are different.

  "Emperor Jiang, I think you might as well agree to let Emperor Jun and the others off. I'll stand here as a guarantee for all the saints, and in the future, I absolutely won't interfere with the affairs of witches and demons. How about it?"

  Emperor Jiang knew that the various saints had reached a consensus, and it was not something he could resist at this time. The attack by Nüwa earlier made Emperor Jiang and the ancestral witches remember vividly, and they saw the methods of the saints. Emperor Jiang did not dare to lose face in front of the saints, so he nodded in agreement.

  A great war has temporarily ended, and the final appearance of all saints did not change anything, but only made the conflict erupt later and more violently.

  Emperor Jun Taiyi returned to the Heavenly Court and went to recover from his injuries. The Wu tribe made brief corrections and then sent troops in all directions, sweeping away the forces of the demon tribe on the vast land of Honghuang. For a time, it was blood-soaked yellow sand, with countless deaths and injuries. Many untransformed demons and strange beasts suffered disaster, and the bloody slaughter was not enough to satisfy Honghuang.

  The core combat power of the demon clan was damaged and could not cope, and could only do its best to gather troops in the heavenly court. However, it was inevitable that countless people would die or be injured, and the foundation of the demon clan had already been shaken.

  The number of witches is limited, and after several wars, many elites have been lost. Now the vast wilderness is basically under the control of the witch tribe, and the demon tribe has retreated to the stars. The witch tribe also does not have enough power to attack the heavenly court for the time being, and both sides are again at a stalemate.

  In this catastrophe, there were also beneficiaries, such as the human race. The witch tribe drove the demon tribe out of the land, and the number of witches was not enough to fill the gap, so the human race took advantage of it and made great progress in numbers.

  Innumerable vengeful spirits drifted above the vast wilderness, and many were collected by the witch tribe. As for what use they would be put to, it depended on the skills of the ancestral witch.

  The remaining souls were drawn to the Blood Sea by the aura of yin and evil, which made it convenient for Lao Zu of the Nether River. The Nether River had been cultivating in secret since its defeat at the hands of Jie Yin, waiting for an opportunity to avenge itself. However, after the Zixiao Palace, the Nether River knew that revenge was probably hopeless. Nevertheless, the Nether River was also a proud and arrogant being, bitterly cultivating in hopes of one day becoming a revered sage.

  The entry of these souls made Minghe extremely excited, his Blood God Son incarnation was greatly enhanced, and the 480 million Blood God Son incarnations almost all had the cultivation of Golden Immortal. This caused Minghe's strength to surge violently, almost comparable to the realm of the Saint who beheaded two corpses, but he couldn't find an opportunity to behead a corpse no matter how hard he tried.

  The River Styx was watching the countless wronged souls struggling in the sea of blood, wailing and surging up and down. The River Styx's heart was moved, a red light shot out, and it caught a soul, then took some seawater from the sea of blood.

  The Naihe didn't care about the soul's wailing and suffering, using the Great Law to merge the seawater and the soul together. It was like hot oil meeting water, the soul crying out in pain, and soon disappeared completely. The Naihe spent a hundred years doing this, after annihilating countless souls, finally found the essence of creation, creating a tribe called Shura. From among them, the Naihe chose the four with the best qualifications as his disciples.

  They were named Mahabrahma, Devaloka, Svarga and Siva, and the Asura tribe was born.

  A lot of merit fell from the sky and landed on the head of the Nether River, the old ancestor of the Nether River, Minghe, cut out the evil corpse and achieved the position of a quasi-sage. However, the Nether River still has self-awareness, let alone those uninvited saints, even any one of the witch or demon tribes is not something he can provoke, so he is content to cultivate in the sea of blood and be a local overlord.

  Minghe thought he could stay in one place and be at peace, but it seemed that was not possible. When the guide appeared on Mount Sumeru and had merit descend into the Blood Sea, he knew that the Asura tribe had been born, and he would probably have to take action again.

  Summon the mysterious turtle, urge the mount to come to the edge of the bloody sea, use the great method to hide the body, take out a sarira and put it into the bloody sea. This is called using his way to repay him, Shura will still be Shura to deal with, summoning just gave this Shura a Buddha's heart.

  He arrived at the northern sea and took hundreds of giant stones, returned to Mount Sumeru, and carved his Western cultivation method on them, placing them outside the mountain for those with affinity to come and practice.

  Everything is ready, and it's time to make a move in the dark. It's time for Hou Tu to fall, and his body will be reincarnated, which will also balance the power of witches and demons.

  In the current Ancestral Witch Hall, the twelve Great Ancestral Witches along with some outstanding great witches spend their days drinking and reveling together, defeating the demon tribes and giving these witch clans a sense of dominance over the Desolate Lands, feeling utterly exhilarated.

  On this day, the ancestral witches were discussing the future of the witch tribe together. Gonggong and Zhurong, these ancestral witches, loudly said things like "The demon tribe is not worth a blow", "Overthrow the Heavenly Court, capture Emperor Jun, destroy the demon tribe and capture Taiyi" and "Unify the witch tribe in Honghuang". Zhujiu Yin and Di Jiang were both rare wise men of the witch tribe, and they had their own calculations in their hearts, and were not as optimistic as others.

  "Big brother, you see that just one of the female saints, it's not something we can handle, and there are other saints too. If we want to eliminate the demon tribe, these saints are inevitable to face. Who knows which side they will stand on?"

  "Brother Xian said it's not bad, although the introduction is inclined towards us, but it's hard to say whether they can really help us, we still need to think of a way."

  "Big brother, I think we've always been upright and honest, not wanting to play deceitful tricks. However, it seems that now we may have to resort to some underhanded tactics." Candle Nine's face wore a faint smile, sending chills down people's spines.

  Di Jiang bowed his head and thought for a moment, "As long as it's useful, Nuwa won't show her sacred face to us, we don't have to hold back either."

  Zhu Jiu Yin stretched out his right hand, with two clusters of pure blood on his palm, displaying a golden yellow color, with a faintly discernible aura of intense heat within, constantly churning. Upon seeing this, Emperor Jiang was slightly taken aback, before bursting into loud laughter.

  "Brother Xian, is this the essence of Di Jun and Tai Yi's blood? You really have a way with you." Emperor Jiang suddenly understood Zhu Jiu Yin's plan and secretly admired him.

  "Big brother, this is what I collected during the great war back then. Originally, I wanted to use our Wu tribe's secret method to refine Emperor Jun, but I didn't expect it to have such a use. It's fitting that those two flat-haired beasts are unlucky."

  Emperor Jiang and Zhujiu secretly discussed and decided to summon several ancestral witches who were well-versed in secret methods to make arrangements, intending to plot against the lives of Emperor Jun and Taiyi.

  Houtu is one of the ancestral witches, but she is not good at these things. She is more skilled in the secret art of saving people. Houtu is a rare kind-hearted person among the witch tribe, humble and gentle to others, deeply loved by the witch tribe, and even many ethnic groups are extremely worshipful of Houtu.

  Many ancestors were busy setting up, and Hou Tu felt that the ancestral temple was a bit dull, so she came to visit the vast wilderness above the flood. Along the way, Nüwa's brow was tightly locked, and she didn't look happy.

  The originally lush mountains and rivers, the spiritual grasses and immortal roots were all destroyed in the wars, and the vast land became even more barren. However, it was also a pleasure to see people living peacefully everywhere.

  In the dark and obscure land, Hou Tu felt a thread of pulling force, rushing towards the south. Along the way, Hou Tu occasionally saw vengeful spirits and evil ghosts drifting around, guided by the power of yin, heading towards the sea of blood. Hou Tu's heart stirred.

  The scene in front of me suddenly changed, the sky and earth were filled with a bloody red color, the blood rain corroded the earth, countless witches fell together, the cultivator's blood dyed the sky and earth red, the cultivator's mournful howl shook the earth, the sky and earth mourned together, all things cried together, a complete doomsday scene.

  Houtu saw a witch tribe member, whose chest was pierced by a magical treasure. The witch let out a loud roar and exploded his own body, taking several demon tribes with him to their demise. On the vast battlefield, this was just a small episode, and even more brutal battles were still ongoing.

  Houtu raised her head, just in time to see the battle between the leaders of the Star Gods above. Emperor Jun was covered in blood, wielding his long sword as he fought against several giant magic gods. Taiyi wore the Dong Huang Bell on his head, and with a burst of energy from his magical treasure, struck a massive magic god that was thousands of feet tall. The mournful wail shook Houtu's heart, and she knew that this was the true form of her brother Tianwu's ancestral witch. A pain originating from deep within her soul spread throughout Houtu's heart.

  The battle is still going on, the blood is still flowing non-stop. Hou Tu's eyes are welling up with tears, Hou Tu wants to close his eyes and escape this torture, but he can't escape no matter what. The cries of killing are still in his ears, the smell of blood is still piercing his nostrils.

  After a long time, the illusion gradually disappeared, and a Taoist in gray stood in front of Hou Tu.

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  Recently written chapters are somewhat unsatisfactory, probably fellow Taoists won't like them either. Let me reorganize my thoughts properly, just one chapter for today, I'll make up for it tomorrow and pay off the interest the day after tomorrow.