Meanwhile, Shang Yang led ten demon saints and a million celestial demons down to the mortal realm to hunt down humans. In an instant, the area around the Yellow River was filled with bloodshed and carnage, even turning the river itself red. The poor human race, having endured countless trials and tribulations over millennia to reach its current size of billions, never imagined such a calamity would befall them. Some humans, though possessing some cultivation, were no match for the demon saints and celestial demons. Moreover, other demon races, having heard that human blood essence could enhance their cultivation, and with the Heavenly Emperor having ordered the hunt for humans, had no hesitation whatsoever. Those who were quick enough were spared, while those who were slow were left only as bones. Suddenly, the demons who usually hid all came out.
Most humans were unarmed and no match for the demons. So they burned incense and prayed day and night for the protection of the Holy Father and Holy Mother. However, Xuan Tian was in seclusion at this time, cutting off most of his contact with the outside world. In addition, Di Jun and Dong Huang joined forces to use the Chaos Bell to cover up the secrets of heaven. How could he know? How could he know? Nuwa knew that the way of heaven was going to destroy the fate of the demon race. The way of heaven cannot be defied. Secondly, she could not interfere. Di Jun had ordered the killing of the demon race without authorization. Nuwa was already unhappy with Di Jun. He had brought death upon himself. Nuwa was too lazy to care about him. So she turned a blind eye and let the demons kill the humans. Only Nuwa was secretly heartbroken.
Thus, with humanity helpless and unable to appeal to heaven and earth, Nie Feng and several previous human leaders led a rebellion against the demon race. It was more of an escape than a rebellion; few humans possessed high cultivation, and they were no match for the hundreds or thousands of demon soldiers. At best, they could only buy time. Many humans were instead devoured, torn apart, burned with true fire, or raped by the enraged demons. All the killings were cruel and horrific, moving heaven and earth.
The Wu tribe had a shaman named Qunfeng, a man of exceptional intelligence and quick wit, a rare sage among the Wu tribe. Though lacking a primordial spirit and unaware of the seasons or fortune, he was adept at observing situations, disappearing at the slightest sign of trouble. During the last Wu-Yao war, he was an exception, using a pretext to avoid the calamity. While he escaped the disaster, the outcome of the war enraged him; millions of Wu people perished. Even the deployment of Pangu's true form was blocked by Dao Ancestor Hongjun, resulting in heavy casualties for the Wu tribe without achieving their objective. The Wu tribe's weakened state has yet to recover. Furthermore, they have learned that the Yao tribe has acquired a new great formation called the Zhou Tian Xing Dou Great Formation, said to be as powerful as the Wu tribe's Du Tian Shen Sha Great Formation. Now, the Yao tribe has gained another sage, greatly increasing their power. If the Wu tribe has no other way to strengthen itself, their situation is likely dire.
The demon race, as observed by Qunfeng, was numerous and powerful, skilled not only in hand-to-hand combat but also in various spells and magical artifacts. Although the witch race was strong, they lacked magical prowess and the ability to utilize magical artifacts with their spiritual energy; their physical attacks ultimately suffered from the disadvantage of being outmatched. While he avoided battle, it didn't mean he didn't care about the witch race; on the contrary, he was deeply concerned about their fate and wanted to find a way for them to win.
However, the weaknesses of the demon race are not so easily exploited. Although Qunfeng is highly talented and a rare wise wizard among the witch clan, he was also at a loss. Therefore, he decided to travel around in order to find a solution.
This time, however, he did see some signs of something.
It turns out that when Qunfeng was traveling through the prehistoric world, it was also the time when the demon race was hunting and killing humans. He had observed various killing incidents by the demon race from afar many times, and he discovered some strange things, which gave him inspiration for his idea of ​​controlling the demon race.
Whenever a human suffered a gruesome death, a wisp of eerie, pale blue smoke would rise into the air, billowing and churning, emitting faint, ferocious roars, like a wild beast baring its fangs and claws as it charged towards the murderous demon. The demons didn't know what it was, but they knew it was no good. Whenever the strange smoke rushed towards them, the demons would show disgust and immediately cast spells to dispel it. Sometimes the smoke was too abundant, or it seemed to be condensing into a tangible form, catching the demons off guard. With a scream, their souls would be annihilated, and they would die a horrible death. The smoke, however, didn't spare the demons, swarming around them, consuming the remaining vital energy from their corpses amidst ferocious roars.
Having witnessed this horrific scene, Zhou was filled with dread, but gradually understood the reason. How could this small human race, even without magical powers, possess such formidable power in the malevolent energy that transformed after death? He was unaware that this was a unique characteristic of humanity: the ghosts formed from the three souls and seven spirits after death. The more gruesome the death, the more powerful the resulting vengeful spirit, harming the primordial spirit without resorting to magic. While one or two ghosts might be weak, the power of hundreds or thousands of vengeful spirits was terrifying. Moreover, in the primordial era, humanity possessed exceptional talent, resulting in vengeful spirits far surpassing those of later generations.
Having seen all this, Qunfeng knew the method to deal with the demon race, so he hurriedly returned to the witch race.
Meanwhile, Qunfeng returned to the Ancestral Witch Tribe, which was the Southeast Water God Tribe to which Gonggong belonged. The Water God Tribe was prosperous, and Gonggong was the shaman in the tribe who desperately imitated them. They were all hot-tempered and extremely fierce. If they were displeased at the slightest, they would fly into a rage and fight to the death for face.
"Greetings, Wizard of the Winds." The guards outside the Ancestral Witch Hall, seeing a renowned wizard from their tribe arrive, knelt and bowed in respect. Wizards held a pivotal position within the Witch Clan, their duties being to devise strategies, heal their people, and perform sacrifices to Heaven and Earth. The Witch Clan did not worship Hongjun (a legendary figure associated with the celestial emperor), nor did they respect Taoism; they worshipped only Heaven and Earth, and revered only the Ancestral Witch. This clearly demonstrates the wizard's extraordinary status within the Witch Clan.
"Go and inform them that the shaman Qunfeng has something of great importance to report to the Ancestral Shaman." Although Qunfeng was of high status, he dared not overstep the bounds of propriety, fearing that he might offend the hot-tempered Ancestral Shaman Gonggong and lose his life unjustly. The guard received the order and immediately went into the hall to report.
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