"End? How could it be over! Look, look around, my people, their corpses are wailing at me! Today... it's either us who die, or the demon race perishes!" Gonggong, already covered in wounds, roared as he looked at the powerful beings of the primordial era who suddenly appeared one after another, glaring at the remaining demon race.
Houtu remained silent, standing beside Gonggong, still determined to continue the fight. The surviving members of the Wu tribe felt the same way; almost all their relatives had perished in the battle, and none were willing to live a life of dishonor until all the demons were exterminated. How could they possibly agree to a truce and let their fallen comrades have died in vain?
The temporary ceasefire was merely a respite for their exhausted bodies and minds after months of fierce fighting.
The remaining demons glared angrily at the last remaining ancestral witches, Gonggong and Houtu, and the remnants of the witch clan. Now, with the witch clan on the verge of extermination and the prehistoric world about to become the domain of the demons, they, who had also suffered heavy losses, were unwilling to let the war end and give the witch clan a chance to recover.
Unfortunately, in the recent great battle, with the Ancestral Witches' successive self-destructions, the demon race's Kunpeng, Bai Ze, and many other great demons had already fled in panic upon seeing the situation turn against them. Now that the Demon Emperor and Demon King had both perished in battle, even though the two Ancestral Witches were severely wounded, they were no match for them. Compared to these lesser demons who couldn't see the bigger picture, the great demons like Kunpeng and Bai Ze understood much better that both the Witch and Demon races were doomed and had already escaped.
"You have already suffered heavy casualties, why persist in this and risk the extermination of your race!" Laozi said, seeing that the Wu and Yao races were still unwilling to stop fighting.
"Ancestral Witches Houtu and Gonggong, you two should lead the Witch Clan to a ceasefire! You cannot win this war. If Nuwa and Fuxi arrive, it will be too late for you to call a truce while you are already severely injured." Seeing Laozi speak, the Primordial Celestial Venerable also spoke, clarifying that two powerful figures from the Demon Clan had not yet arrived, and that Houtu and Gonggong were already severely injured and unable to defeat them. However, although the Primordial Celestial Venerable was advising the two to lead the Witch Clan to a ceasefire, his words sounded somewhat harsh, and even carried the suspicion of a warning to the remaining Demon Clan members.
As expected, following the words of the Primordial Celestial Venerable, the gazes of some of the remaining demons who understood the situation and had been considering retreating became firm again. Yes, the demons still had powerful beings, while the twelve ancestral witches of the witch clan were now reduced to the severely injured Houtu and Gonggong. As long as they won this great battle, the demons could become the overlords of the prehistoric world.
(Although Nuwa did not join the Heavenly Court, she had a good relationship with the demon race, and Fuxi even held a position in the Heavenly Court.)
Tongtian frowned at the words of the Primordial Celestial Venerable, but he did not say anything. Instead, he advised, "You should all lay down your weapons, go back and make amends for your mistakes. Do not follow the old path of the Dragon, Phoenix and Qilin clans."
After all, what the Primordial Celestial Venerable said was true. Nuwa and Fuxi belonged to the demon race, and if the only option was to continue the war, they would help the demon race. However, in that case, the demon race's fate would likely not be good either; the Dragon-Phoenix Calamity was a cautionary tale.
Tongtian was advising both clans to have a long-term vision and not to be limited by the victory in this war. The Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin clans are examples of what should have happened before, and they should not follow the same path as the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin clans.
As for why the three didn't try to persuade the demon race, compared to the witch race which is almost entirely composed of one race, the demon race is made up of many races of monsters that have cultivated into demons. If the witch race were to give up the war first, it would be much easier for both sides to cease hostilities. Currently, the demon race is in a weaker position. If the witch race stops first, the demon race will naturally have no choice but to stop as well, making it much easier to persuade them.
"Heaven has a merciful nature; why must the Wu and Yao tribes fight to the death? Wolves can live and eat with crows; the Wu and Yao tribes can naturally coexist peacefully. Gonggong, Houtu, you should bow your heads to the Yao tribe and ensure the continuation of your race," Jieyin said. However, he compared the Wu and Yao tribes to wolves and crows.
"Houtu, Gonggong, you should abandon the war and leave Buzhou Mountain! Otherwise, once Nuwa and the other great demons arrive, the Wu tribe will truly be doomed. You should give up first, and then we will naturally persuade Nuwa and the other great demons to set aside their past grievances," Zhunti said, using similar words to those of the Primordial Heavenly Venerable. Although he was trying to persuade them, he was actually provoking the Wu tribe.
"You?" Gonggong glared at Zhunti and roared, "My Wu clan will never bow down to the demon clan, even if Nuwa comes. Even if they don't fight, we will still fight. Even if we die, we will still be glorious in defeat."
"Sigh!" Tongtian sighed. Jieyin and Zhunti were clearly pushing the Wu Clan to their doom, and his own brother, Yuanshen Tianzun, was adding insult to injury. Shangqing Laozi, aside from offering a brief word of advice at the beginning, remained silent, watching others provoke the Wu Clan into continuing the war, his intentions quite ambiguous. Even if Nuwa arrived after Gonggong's words, a truce would likely be impossible. After all, Nuwa also had her pride.
"Even if we don't fight, you will still fight. Fine, today my brother and I will grant your wish. I want to see how you will achieve a glorious defeat." A gentle, ethereal voice rang out. In the sky, Nuwa and Fuxi, with their human bodies and snake tails, rushed over and just in time to hear Gonggong's roar. They also spoke angrily.
'It seems these powerful beings didn't foresee Nuwa creating humans, not even Nuwa herself, and are still pushing the Wu tribe to their doom.' Wang Han, who had been hiding to the side, looked at the Three Pure Ones, the arriving Nuwa and Fuxi, and the ever-ready Zhunti and Jieyin, and canceled his invisibility, walking between the two sides. He said, 'This war should end. There is already too much resentment in the world. If any of you still want to continue this war, then I will accompany you.'
After speaking, Wang Han looked at Zhunti and Jieyin. These two Westerners wanted to scheme against the Wu and Yao tribes to the death, probably because they were afraid that if the fact that this great war was caused by their own scheme was exposed, the remaining Wu and Yao tribes would definitely become their enemies.
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