Chapter 47: The Battle of the Lich and the Witch Begins
“Congratulations, fellow Daoist of Houtu,” Bai Jing said with a smile.
Only then did the ancestral witches awaken from their stupor, one after another offering their congratulations to Houtu.
While everyone was still immersed in the joy of Houtu having formed her primordial spirit, an unexpected change occurred outside the Pangu Hall—the sky suddenly darkened.
Kuafu hurried in to report the situation outside.
Bai Jing and the Twelve Ancestral Witches left the Pangu Hall and looked up, only to see the sky shrouded in a dense, sinister aura.
“It seems Di Jun and Taiyi, those two bristling birds, can’t wait to come and meet their doom!” Di Jiang said with a grim face.
Zhurong, known for his fiery temper, immediately became furious. “The demon race is courting death! We haven’t even launched an attack on the Heavenly Court yet, and they dare to strike us first? Brother, this time we must teach them a lesson they won’t forget!”
“Rest assured! If they dare come to die, I will not let them off,” Di Jiang replied coldly.
“Fellow Daoists, shall this humble one take action?” Bai Jing turned to ask.
Di Jiang waved his hand, declining Bai Jing’s kind offer immediately. “No need, brother Bai Jing. Just watch. If we can’t handle the demon race ourselves, then what right do we have to ally with you?”
Hearing this, Bai Jing fell silent. The Witch Clan had its pride; since Di Jiang said no help was needed, he would merely observe and at most lend support from the sidelines.
Di Jiang then lifted his gaze to the overwhelming demon army that covered the sky, and snorted coldly. “Kuafu, Dayi, summon the clansmen. Since the demon race dares to come, they won’t be leaving. Except for the children, every clansman must prepare for battle. This time, we’ll make sure none escape!”
The two great witches took the order and quickly went to rally the Witch Clan warriors.
Soon, countless Witch Clan warriors emerged, weapons in hand, either from their homes, the Buzhou Mountain, or the fields.
Before long, the Witch Clan army was fully assembled. Facing the impending battle, the warriors’ eyes burned not with fear, but with fervent fighting spirit.
As the warriors gathered, led by the Twelve Ancestral Witches, a terrifying murderous aura swept across heaven and earth.
“Wu!”
“Wu!”
“Wu!”
The Witch Clan’s roar rose in unison, shaking the heavens and earth. Their overwhelming murderous aura shattered the dense demon aura that obscured the sky!
Above the Witch Clan, the dissipated demon aura transformed into countless demon warriors.
At the forefront of the demon army stood Di Jun, clad in golden armor, holding the Hetu and Luoshu charts, one hand behind his back, exuding the undoubted sovereign majesty of the Heavenly Court’s ruler.
To his sides stood Donghuang Taiyi, holding the Chaos Bell, and Fuxi, also with hands behind his back.
Behind these three demon emperors stood the Kunpeng and the Ten Great Demon Saints, along with other powerful demon lords.
Behind them were millions of demon soldiers! Compared to their previous attack on Dongwang Gong, this time the demon race had truly unleashed their full strength!
On the Witch Clan’s side, Di Jiang looked down on them with disdain. Was this all the demon race could muster? Was this worthy of being the protagonists of this land?
The rest of the Witch Clan shared his fervor, eager to charge against the demon race.
Witch warriors stood upon the primordial earth, demon armies hovered amidst the demon clouds at the horizon. The nearly tangible streams of demon aura flowing downward clashed endlessly with the rising murderous aura from below, painting a magnificent scene.
To the mixed-gold immortals and quasi-saints like Bai Jing, this was a breathtaking spectacle. But any cultivator below the Great Dao Golden Immortal rank who inadvertently fell into this clash would be instantly overwhelmed by the opposing energies, perishing on the spot.
Watching the standoff between the two factions, Bai Jing sighed inwardly. The Witch-Demon War should have erupted during the second lecture at Zixiao Palace, but due to his intervention, it was postponed until the first Primordial Assembly after the third lecture.
This prolonged delay allowed both the Witch and Demon clans to grow significantly stronger.
When Bai Jing transformed, the Dragon-Han Calamity had long since ended. Though he never witnessed how terrifying that calamity was, the forces now arrayed by these two clans were likely even more formidable than during the ancient Three-Clan War.
Apart from the ancestral Golden Immortals of the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin—three peak beings—the Witch and Demon clans now possessed power surpassing these three legendary tribes.
This Witch-Demon Calamity would likely be the largest war in the history of the primordial world!
After some time, a deafening roll of war drums echoed through the air. Following the thunderous beat, Di Jun stepped forward. “Di Jiang, you Twelve Ancestral Witches have been hiding in the west so long. Finally, you dare return?”
Di Jiang retorted without hesitation, “It’s because you bristling birds have been too arrogant, killing even kind-hearted Dongwang Gong. We brothers could no longer tolerate it and prepared to slaughter you, to stop you from wreaking havoc on the world our Father God created.”
Di Jun and Taiyi were born with imperial destinies, typically dignified and composed, but the Witch Clan were barbarians—if displeased, they would curse you outright, and their leader Di Jiang was no exception.
Taiyi could no longer hold back and angrily scolded, “Di Jiang, how dare you!”
Di Jun’s face darkened. He said to Di Jiang, “Enough nonsense. I do not wish to resort to war. If your Witch Clan submits obediently, you will retain your positions as demon emperors, and your lives will be spared.”
Di Jiang laughed scornfully, showing no respect. “Brothers and sisters, did you hear what that bristling bird said?”
The other ancestral witches joined in the laughter.
Di Jun’s expression turned as dark as storm clouds, clearly his patience had reached its limit. He shouted at Di Jiang, “If your Witch Clan persists in folly, then after today, there will be no Witch Clan left in the primordial world!”
Di Jiang’s smile faded; he looked at Di Jun with disdain before turning to the Witch warriors. “Sons of the Witch Clan! These bristling beasts above us defile the world our Father God created, yet they dare to dominate this land. Sons, follow me! Tear them all apart! Defend the primordial world our Father God birthed!”
The Witch warriors roared in response, murderous intent surging into the sky:
“Kill!”
“Kill!”
“Kill!”
Di Jiang was clearly pleased by their reaction. He shouted, “Then let the slaughter begin!”
No sooner had he spoken than the spatial laws around him surged. In the blink of an eye, he appeared among the clouds, throwing a punch at the demon army. Space shattered, swallowing tens of thousands of demon soldiers into the void.
With Di Jiang leading, the other ancestral and great witches followed suit. Though initially on the defensive, the Witch Clan now launched the first assault!
“Di Jun, do you dare fight?” Di Jiang raised his fist and charged toward the demon leader.
Di Jun snorted coldly, clutching the Hetu and Luoshu charts, ready to meet Di Jiang head-on.