Prehistoric: The female saint Shiji, brilliant and talented

"Jiejiao?" Jieyin heard this and a trace of doubt flashed across his face, "Does Jiejiao also want to intervene in this mess?"

"Junior sister, I think that perhaps the Wu clan's large-scale search is also related to the Jie Religion!" Zhunti added when he saw that Jie Yin was not angry.

"Why is that?" Jie Yin asked.

"Brother, do you remember the rumor that has been circulating in the ancient world for thousands of years?" Zhunti asked back.

After these words were spoken, Jie Yin fell into deep thought, and various rumors circulating in the ancient world for thousands of years emerged in his mind.

Finally, he remembered an important rumor about Jiejiao and Tongtian.

"Are you talking about Tongtian's direct disciple?" Jie Yin spoke slowly.

"That's the man." Zhunti answered with certainty, "When the blood sea and sky changed dramatically, wasn't it because of searching for that man's aura that Senior Brother fought with Tongtian?"

"Now all signs indicate that Tongtian must have a secret disciple, and this person has deep connections with the demon and witch tribes." Zhunti came to his own conclusion.

After hearing this, Jie Yin fell silent. This was a problem he had been unwilling to face for thousands of years.

Whenever I think back to the dramatic changes in the bloody sky, the feeling of humiliation at being threatened by Tongtian is hard to shake off.

He suppressed his anger and thought calmly, and he knew that what Zhunti said was right.

He should have realized this as early as when Houtu and Tongtian formed an alliance.

"Things... have become complicated." After a while, Jie Yin spoke slowly.

As one of the Taoist traditions of Xuanmen, Jiejiao is closely related to Taiqing Laozi and Yuqing Yuanshi.

Once the Jiejiao intervenes in the calamity between wizards and demons, or even tries to quell it, it means that the Three Pure Ones will all be involved.

By then, even if Lingshan intended to stir up conflicts between the wizards and liches, it would be difficult to cause any waves.

"There is only one way to solve this problem!" Suddenly, a gleam of light flashed in Jie Yin's eyes.

"What's the solution?" Zhunti was a little confused and didn't understand what Jieyin meant.

“If my calculation is correct, the calamity of wizards and liches will surely break out. You and I should hurry to Zixiao Palace to seek an audience with Daoist ancestor Hongjun!” Before Jie Yin finished speaking, he stood up, emitting a terrifying aura of a late quasi-saint from his body.

For thousands of years, Jie Yin has relied on his great perseverance to improve his cultivation to the late stage of the holy realm, and is ranked among the top among the holy realm Hunyuan powers in the prehistoric world.

At least on the surface, except for Taiqing Laozi who may be in the late holy realm like Jie Yin, the rest are no match for him.

"Brother, when did you break through?" After Zhunti sensed Jie Yin's realm, shock appeared in his eyes.

"After thousands of years of deducing the secrets of heaven, I have comprehended the true meaning of the supreme great way." Jie Yin responded calmly.

Zhunti was filled with joy and surprise and said no more.

Then, the two saints each activated their cultivation and rose into the air at high speed, like two meteors streaking across the sky, heading straight for the thirty-sixth heaven.

Not long after, Jie Yin and Zhunti arrived at the thirty-sixth heaven and landed in front of the gate of Zixiao Palace.

They saw that the gate of Zixiao Palace was already open, as if Taoist Hongjun had already known about their arrival.

Jie Yin was a sophisticated man and he immediately guessed Daozu's intention. He took Zhunti into the main hall of Zixiao Palace without hesitation.

Sure enough, sitting on the cushion at the head of the hall was a weathered figure in a white Taoist robe, with materialized Taoist energy surging around him.

"Disciple, please come and meet the Taoist Patriarch!"

"Disciple Zhunti, I pay my respects to the Taoist Patriarch!"

Jie Yin and Zhunti came to the center of the hall, knelt on their knees, and saluted the weathered figure.

In the entire prehistoric world, Hongjun is the only one who can be called the Taoist Ancestor and sits on the first seat in the main hall of Zixiao Palace.

"You are here." Hongjun suddenly opened his eyes, and there seemed to be a starry sky flowing in his eyes.

From a distance, Hongjun's figure appeared extremely weathered, but when one got close enough one could see that he was emanating a vibrant vitality that was completely different from his old appearance.

"I have some doubts in my mind, so I came to Zixiao Palace to seek advice from the Taoist Master." Jie Yin said respectfully.

In front of Hongjun, Jie Yin put away his demeanor as one of the most powerful beings in the prehistoric world. Even though he had now broken through to the late stage of the Saint Realm, he did not dare to be presumptuous in front of Hongjun.

"What doubts do you have?" Hongjun asked gently, looking directly into Jieyin's eyes.

"May I ask Master about the secret of heaven. Will there be a catastrophe in the prehistoric world?" Jie Yin asked without hesitation.

Hongjun looked normal, and was not unhappy about the fact that Jie Yin's questions involved the secrets of heaven.

At this moment, the entire Zixiao Palace seemed to be in a state of stillness.

After several dozen breaths, Hongjun finally said, "Not bad."

Although there were only two words, they caused huge waves in the hearts of Jie Yin and Zhunti.

In the ancient world, when it comes to the ability to deduce the secrets of heaven, Jie Yin and Lao Tzu are both outstanding, but the strongest is undoubtedly the Taoist Hongjun.

Now, the two saints of the West have personally heard confirmation from Hongjun that the great catastrophe is about to break out, and the shock in their hearts is beyond words.

"The ancient times were in turmoil and all races were in turmoil. What will happen if the catastrophe is quelled?" Jie Yin quickly adjusted his mind and continued to ask.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the words fell, Hongjun shook his head and said, "The catastrophe is a destiny determined by heaven, and it cannot be changed by the creatures of the prehistoric world."

Hongjun's words were firm and powerful.

"If there are disciples from the Xuanmen sect involved, can it be changed?" When Jie Yin asked this question, he was actually referring to Jiejiao and others.

Hearing this, Hongjun frowned slightly, "The trend of heaven is irreversible, and the catastrophe is bound to break out."

In the end, Hongjun shook his head and sighed helplessly.

Jie Yin looked calm on the surface, but he was filled with joy in his heart.

The Taoist Ancestor said that the trend of the Heavenly Dao is irreversible, which means that Hongjun will never allow any prehistoric creature to interfere with the outbreak of the witches and demons calamity.

You must know that after Hongjun merged his body with the Way of Heaven, Hongjun became the Way of Heaven, and the Way of Heaven became Hongjun!
"Do you have any other questions?" Hongjun suddenly asked, with a tone that sounded like he was sending someone off.

Jie Yin and Zhunti understood what he meant and stood up immediately, "Thank you, Daoist Ancestor, for your teachings!"

The two Heavenly Saints said in unison.

"Go." Hongjun nodded slightly and brushed his Taoist robe.

Jie Yin and Zhunti then left the Zixiao Palace.

"Haha, Daozu clearly said that the great calamity will break out. If the Three Pure Ones are ignorant of the current situation and try to prevent it, Daozu will deal with them!" On the way back to the lower world, Zhunti laughed excitedly. "Junior sister, don't be so wild. Be careful that there are ears on the other side of the wall." Jieyin was cautious by nature and hurriedly warned.

"Brother, you are already a powerful person in the late Saint Realm, why are you so reserved?" Zhunti could not hide his excitement, "When our Buddhist sect flourishes, you will be the second most powerful person in the prehistoric world after Daozu!"

Hearing this, Jie Yin smiled helplessly and simply stopped correcting Zhunti.

"The catastrophe has not really broken out yet, so we two shouldn't be too happy too soon." Jie Yin said solemnly, "There is an urgent matter that needs you to complete right now."

"What's the matter?" Zhunti was stunned.

"Provoke disputes between wizards and liches." Jie Yin's brief words contained profound meaning.

"Brother, just leave this matter to Junior Sister!"

Zhunti agreed without hesitation.

In terms of realm, formation and the art of deducing the secrets of heaven, Zhunti may not be among the top in the prehistoric world, but when it comes to creating disputes and provoking conflicts between two major forces, in the entire prehistoric world, if Zhunti calls himself second, no one dares to claim to be first.

Not long after, Jie Yin and Zhunti parted ways. Jie Yin turned into a thousand-foot-long light and flew straight back to the top of Lingshan Mountain.

Zhunti concealed his aura and quietly descended on a demon star.

Through the exquisite disguise, Zhunti not only looked like a witch, but also exuded the same aura of cultivation as a witch. He secretly investigated and finally found a team of powerful demons carrying rare treasures.

Seeing the right moment, Zhunti attacked suddenly, using his witch lich body to destroy the team of demon clan warriors with almost overwhelming force. At the same time, he deliberately took away the treasure, creating the illusion that the witch clan warriors were slaughtering the demon clan in order to seize the treasure.

This scene was repeated in the demon clan's territory, and dozens of incidents occurred in just one day.

The high-level demon clan was furious, and many demon gods came to the scene. After sensing the aura of the witch clan, they all became eager to fight.

When the demons transported treasures to Jinchuang Island again, Zhunti took action again and killed all the transporters with thunder. Finally, the two emperors of the demons could no longer sit idly by.

Although they guessed that someone might be secretly instigating, as powerful demons continued to die, the entire demon clan fell into anger.

After successfully arousing the hatred of the demons against the witches, Zhunti did not stop. He changed his aura, transformed into a demon, and descended on the land of the witches. At this time, most of the strong men of the witches were outside collecting treasures, and they were almost defenseless.

Zhunti chose a way that would anger the witch clan the fastest.

On a sunny day, he transformed into a ferocious monster and rushed into the witch tribe's settlement.

The strong men in the tribe are gone, and the remaining ones are mostly old and weak, and pose no threat to Zhunti.

Then, a brutal massacre unfolded.

Zhunti, in the identity of a demon, slaughtered nearly a hundred witch tribes, and his hands were stained with the blood of the witch tribe. In order to put the blame on the demon tribe, he also took away many treasures that the witch tribe was looking for.

Soon, the news that the powerful demons were slaughtering the witches spread throughout the ancient land.

The powerful witches were furious, and the eleven ancestor witches immediately returned and summoned all the powerful witches.

For a moment, all the tribes in the ancient world were shocked.

Everyone knows that the witch clan will retaliate against the demon clan with violence. An unprecedented chaos is about to come.

On the shores of the four seas and in the basins of the great rivers, the news that the demons were slaughtering the witches also reached the ears of Shiji and others.

At first they thought it was a rumor. After all, the wizards and liches had been living in peace for many years.

It was not until Hou Tu received the message from Di Jiang that she confirmed the authenticity of the rumor.

Hou Tu has the blood of the Wu clan flowing in her body, so she will never sit idly by. She plans to return to the Wu clan and start a war against the demon clan.

Fortunately, Shiji dissuaded Hou Tu in time and raised doubts, which helped Hou Tu calm down her anger.

Shiji pointed out that if the demons really initiated the massacre, why did they only send one strong man? This is totally unreasonable.

The final explanation was that someone was framing and deliberately provoking the war between the witches and the liches.

Shiji's statement was recognized by Nuwa and others, and also convinced Houtu.

Hou Tu conveyed Shiji's words to the eleven ancestors of the witch clan.

In the center of the Wu Clan, in the Pangu Temple, the eleven ancestor witches gathered together, with serious expressions on their faces.

Dijiang spoke first, breaking the silent atmosphere.

However, after the words fell, no one responded.

This matter involved too much, and it was a fateful choice for the entire witch clan. The witch ancestors were strong-minded and soon discovered something strange.

They had fought a great war with the demons before, and they knew that the demons would fight to the death. Therefore, this so-called massacre seemed like a stupid frame-up.

But the timing of this incident was wrong, and the slightest action could lead to the collapse of trust between the two races of wizards and liches. Therefore, whether the massacre was a frame-up or not was not so important.

Zhu Jiuyin said with a gloomy face: "What my little sister said does make sense. The massacre may be a calculation. But the problem is that the war between wizards and liches has already begun, and it cannot be settled with a few explanations."

At this time, Wu Tianwu, the ancestor of wind, said a piece of news: "The spies of our clan hidden in the demon clan reported that there have been dozens of incidents in the demon clan heaven where the witch clan's strongmen slaughtered the demon clan's people and robbed treasures. At present, the demon clan has gathered the eight demon gods, 3,650 demon generals and billions of demon troops, and they are about to rush to the lower world."

Upon hearing this, all the witch ancestors in the temple looked solemn.

It is obvious that someone is secretly and deliberately causing disputes between the wizards and liches.

Zhu Rong said angrily: "If I knew who this person is, I would destroy his body and make his soul suffer the pain of burning in the fire of karma forever!"

Di Jiang pointed his finger at the demon tribe and said, "The coming of war is inevitable. Our tribe can only fight to the death with the demon army if we use all our strength. My little sister said in the message that she will fully support whatever decision we make. If a war breaks out, she will return to our tribe at the first opportunity."

Everyone felt a little relieved after hearing this.

Hou Tu is a Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian. With her support, they have a better chance of winning the battle against the demons. Emperor Jiang glanced at everyone and asked one last time: "Everyone, do you have any other opinions?"

In response to him, the other ten witch ancestors burst out with fighting spirit: "Fight! Fight! Fight!"

They are the prehistoric giants who inherited the bloodline of Pangu, the prehistoric gods of war with supreme dignity, and the eternal guardians of the prehistoric turbulent times!
When the war comes, the only thing they have to do is to welcome the killing and blood with the will to fight to the death! To create the immortal legend of the Wu clan! To continue the supreme glory passed down for billions of years!
As the fighting spirit roared from the mouths of the ancient witches, the strong killing will affected the entire Pangu Temple.

Above the temple, an ancient war bell that had disappeared for a long time quietly took shape.

"Boom!"

When the first bell rang, the clear sky of the Witch Clan instantly turned blood red!
The murderous will has descended upon the world, and the supreme fighting spirit has awakened from the years!
"Boom!"

When the second bell rang in the land of the Wu clan, super storms emerged like mushrooms after rain, and the chaotic ancient undercurrents raged, tearing apart countless mountains and rivers.

"Dong!" The third bell rang, and the sound of ancient chanting echoed in every corner, as if playing a requiem for the whole world.

"Boom!" Then, the fourth bell sounded, and most of the primitive world was shrouded in the sad songs of the dead souls. Endless sorrow soared into the sky, and billions of dead souls seemed to be trying to break free from the cycle of reincarnation. (End of this chapter)