In the chaos, Taiqing regained his senses and couldn't help but sigh, "Fellow Daoist Nuwa, why must you attack those beings?"
Nuwa sneered, "Others may, but not the Ancestral Witches! If it weren't for the Heavenly Dao's cycle of reincarnation, I would have already annihilated them."
Taiqing shook his head, "Fellow Daoist Nuwa, now that you have become a Saint, you should no longer concern yourself with ants."
"Oh?" Nuwa asked in surprise, "The Heavenly secrets were obscured, the new and old Moon Gods, my ten sons of the demon race, the Demon Emperor Donghuang, who obscured them all? Was it not you, the Saint most adept at deducing Heavenly secrets, who shrouded them?"
Taiqing remained silent. He and Nuwa, and indeed all five Saints and Nuwa, were now at odds. This was because the demon race were the overlords of the old era, and for the five newly established great teachings to rise, the new forces had to extinguish the old. The five Saints were united on this front: the Wu and Demon races would suffer greatly, and retreat from the Primordial World stage. Among Saints, there were never permanent enemies, nor were there always allies. It was only interests that brought them together and separated them, with their pursuit of the Great Dao changing with time and circumstances.
Nuwa scoffed, "Why aren't you speaking? Since you said you wouldn't attack insignificant beings, then attacking Saints should be acceptable, shouldn't it?"
Nuwa flung her Red Embroidered Ball, imbued with the power of creation and vitality, smashing it towards Taiqing. Her twin sabers reappeared in her hands. Clad in the Mountain and River Geographical Map, treading on the Treasure Lotus Lamp, with the Heaven and Earth Cauldron atop her head, and twin sabers in hand, Nuwa threw herself at Taiqing. The Red Embroidered Sabers, enchanting to the eyes, bathed in neon blood, each strike taking a life, a sea of corpses and blood, eternally barren, all souls perishing beneath the Red Embroidery.
Saint Taiqing finally stabilized himself, having recovered from the suppression of the Primordial Chaos's explosion. Fearless, the Divine Illumination with three flowers bloomed above his head, condensing into one stream of energy. Taiqing smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist Nuwa, come and experience my 'One Qi Transforming Three Pure Ones' technique!"
As the words fell, the single stream of Qi above Taiqing divided into three. In the midst of the chaotic four symbols, a bell chimed, and a Daoist appeared, wearing a nine-cloud coronet, a scarlet and white crane cassock, riding a beast, holding a treasure sword, and shouting, "Fellow Daoist Nuwa, I am here to spar with you!"
Just as Nuwa was about to respond, another bell chimed. A Daoist, wearing a Ruyi coronet, a light yellow Eight Trigram robe, riding a celestial steed, holding a Lingzhi Ruyi in one hand, shouted, "I, too, have come to seek guidance from Fellow Daoist Nuwa!"
Finally, a third bell chimed, and another Daoist arrived, wearing a nine-firmament coronet, an eight-treasure longevity purple haze robe, holding a dragon-whisker fan in one hand and an Eight Sceneries Palace Lantern in the other, riding a ground lion. He roared, "Fellow Daoist Nuwa, please impart your wisdom!"
Nuwa raised an eyebrow, "Are you all here? If you're all here, I'll begin the fight!"
Taiqing smiled faintly, waved his sleeve, and the three Daoists stepped forward in unison, surrounding Nuwa.
Nuwa sneered, and her Red Embroidered Sabers gleamed anew. Red light flashed with each strike, like crimson lightning, as if tearing through the fabric of heaven and earth. The void was ripped apart, the chaos shattered. The treasures in the hands of the three Pure Ones' avatars each displayed their might, striking at Nuwa, causing the Heaven and Earth Cauldron above her head to rise and fall, the Treasure Lotus Lamp at her feet to bloom and wither, and the Mountain and River Geographical Map's vital energy to surge and ebb.
The might of the two Saints turned the chaos into disarray. Countless winds, fires, waters, and earths were torn apart, ravaged, and reduced to nothingness.
Saint Taiqing stood with his hands behind his back, leisurely watching Nuwa and the three Pure Ones' avatars fight to a standstill. He nodded, his 'One Qi Transforming Three Pure Ones' technique had produced three avatars, and fighting them was equivalent to fighting his true self. Even a Saint would find it troublesome.
Taiqing's thoughts suddenly faltered as he noticed something amiss with Nuwa. He suddenly shouted, "Not good!" But it was already too late.
Nuwa instantly broke free from the encirclement of the three Pure Ones' avatars. The Heaven and Earth Cauldron descended, protecting the Demon Realm from any attacks Taiqing might launch. Nuwa's figure, however, had already appeared in the Primordial World. With a wave of her hand, she cleaved through the Taiji Diagram of the Heavenly Lord of Morality, who was contending with Kunpeng. With another strike, she felled the holy chariot of the Primordial Heavenly King, who was confronting Dijun. Her third saber strike was aimed at Lingbao Heavenly Lord. However, Tongtian in the East Sea suddenly swung his sword, a vast Qingping, and the collision of saber and sword caused the heavens to collapse. Lingbao Heavenly Lord returned to Yuxu Heaven's Taiqing Realm, releasing Taiyi.
Nuwa scanned the Primordial World, her gaze finally settling on Kunlun, within the Jade Void Palace, upon Yuanshi. Nuwa sneered, such schemes against the demon race would be repaid sooner or later. Then, Nuwa turned and returned to Wa Huang Palace.
The pursuing Saint Taiqing was once again stunned for a moment, then shook his head and returned to Shouyang Mountain. Within Kunlun Mountain, Qingling smiled heartily and cupped his hands in a bow, "The game is over, this humble one shall take his leave!"
The Heavenly Lord of Yuanshi's somber face seemed capable of dripping water, but he was a Saint after all, possessing the bearing of a Saint. Victory was victory, and defeat was defeat. Furthermore, the Jianmu had not changed hands, and its life and death depended on Qingling's whim. For the stability of heaven and earth, Yuanshi would not directly attack him.
Before Kunlun Mountain, Nanji Xianweng respectfully saw Qingling off, saying, "Senior, this junior has offended you with a word. May I ask when Senior will release my unworthy junior disciples?"
Qingling smiled and said, "Rest assured, when I return to Jianmu, I will release them." Nanji Xianweng breathed a sigh of relief, bowed respectfully again, and said, "I bid you farewell, Senior!"
Qingling waved his hand, flicked his sleeve, and walked out of the divine mountain of Kunlun with ease and grace, ignoring the astonished gazes of the mighty beings. No one believed Qingling could emerge from Kunlun Mountain, yet now he not only had, but had done so unscathed! All the mighty beings in the world felt an unfathomable sense of depth from Qingling, as if he were unfathomably profound.
As Qingling stepped out of Kunlun, the chaotic self also left the Primordial World and returned to the chaos. Having merged with his future self, his cultivation had reached the thirty-second heaven, just one heaven short of perfection. The four world-guarding envoys had just seen the Dao Master leave, only to see him return moments later. They were momentarily bewildered. Qingling, seeing their confused expressions, chuckled and explained the chaotic self to them, only then did they understand. The four returned to their respective posts. This time, the entire Eastern Wasteland fell into complete silence. The nine tribes departed, leaving only ordinary beasts, and they dispersed throughout the Primordial World. In the entire Eastern Wasteland, only the four world-guarding envoys remained as Da Luo. For a time, the heavens and earth of the Eastern Wasteland were utterly silent.
Meanwhile, those who had entered the Demon Realm began their busy work. The nine tribes were assigned to nine planets near the central Wooden Ark Mountain, each tribe occupying one planet. The ordinary tribesmen were evenly distributed throughout, ensuring the balance of species and the integrity of the food supply chain. The nine tribes began to settle in the nine-star domain and started to spread throughout the entire Demon Realm. The nine tribes' populations expanded wildly, gradually spreading to the over ninety million planets in the Demon Realm. Only when living beings existed would a lifeless planet gradually proliferate life and create an environment. If the demon race were to migrate, how would countless tribes find homes? How would territories be divided? What would ordinary tribesmen eat? Food, water, and resources all needed to be established step by step. Even for a mere nine tribes, preparations took a long time before migration. If the entire demon race were to migrate to the Demon Realm, it would take countless epochs to complete.
Qingling released Chi Jingzi, who had been captured, and said indifferently, "You may return now." Chi Jingzi's face lit up with joy and he said, "Thank you, Senior, for your magnanimity! However, my junior disciples..." Qingling raised his eyes and glanced at him. Chi Jingzi immediately stopped speaking and quickly bowed his thanks and departed. Qingling waved his sleeve again, and the Ancestral Witch Jumang was flung out of the Eastern Wasteland. He could only return to his tribe, filled with disbelief. Among the Wu tribe, Zhujiuyin, Qiangliang, Tianwu, Xizi, and Jumang, only five Ancestral Witches remained. Moreover, three of them were severely injured, their combat power greatly diminished. Zhujiuyin's mind was in chaos, and he remained in seclusion in the Ancestral Witch Hall. Only Jumang could manage the affairs of the tribe. The Wu tribe's influence began to completely contract, ceding half of the Primordial World and only guarding the twelve Ancestral Witch Halls, fearing a counterattack from the demon race.
The demon race, Dijun, learned that only one of his ten sons remained, and his heart was filled with grief and hatred. Xihe also returned severely wounded. Taiyi and Dijun were both furious. They went directly to Wa Huang Palace to consult Nuwa, seeking to wage war against the Wu tribe! Nuwa naturally had no objections. She accepted her tenth Golden Crow as a disciple, naming him Lu Ya, so that one day, the sun would press down upon the earth without restraint! After consulting with Nuwa, the Saint of the demon race, it was time to consult the Demon Ancestor. Taiyi and Dijun personally went to Jianmu to seek an audience with Qingling.