19: Chapter 19 Post-War Impact

After the Wu Race retreated, Duobao looked at Ancestor Sui Ren, "My Jie Sect has also left. I imagine that after this, the Yao Race will not invade the Human Race again for a short time."

Now that the one-hundred-yuan epoch limit was approaching, the Yao Race had lost one of their demon gods and lacked the energy to invade the Human Race again.

After bidding farewell to Xuandu and the Human Race, Duobao led the Jie Sect Disciples and transformed into a streak of light, fleeing towards Jinao Island.

Xuandu did not return to Shouyang Mountain but instead remained with the Human Race to wait for them to finish their restoration work before leaving.

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Dijun, the Yao Emperor in the Thirty-Six Heavens, sat on his throne. Feeling the weakening of Luck caused by the loss of one of the ten great demon gods, a chill appeared in his eyes.

Looking at the hongmeng purple qi in his personal space, he spoke coldly: "The Wu Race; the Jie Sect, the Ren Sect—my Yao Race has noted this Karma."

The news of Xiangliu's death and the destruction of the Yao Race army at the Coast of the East Sea spread through the Great Desolation like Zixiao Divine Thunder, shaking the four seas and the vast wilderness.

Under the East Sea Dragon Palace, within a Small World suppressing the sea eye, Ancestor Zhulong's eyes seemed to flow with the River of Time. He commanded the Four Sea Dragon Kings: "From this day forth, all members of the Dragon Clan must return to their ancestral lands. Without orders, you are not to leave the Four Seas. Violators will be expelled from the Dragon Clan."

The Dragon Clan, living in seclusion in the Four Seas since the Longhan Calamity, had been burdened by Karma and rarely interfered in the conflicts of the Great Desolation. However, they always kept a close eye on the trends of the Great Desolation. Now that Xiangliu was dead and the Great Desolation was about to fall into chaos, they naturally had to stay away from the entanglements of Karma.

Like the Dragon Clan, every force in the Great Desolation with any strength understood that turmoil was about to begin and ordered their clans to seal themselves off.

The Phoenix Clan of the Undying Volcano sealed their mountains, the White Tiger Clan near the West recalled all their clansmen, and the tribes living in the North Sea entered the North Sea Giant Turtle's territory.

They left the entire Great Desolation to the Wu and Yao Races.

Meanwhile, inside Pangu Hall, the air was filled with gloom.

Nine Ancestral Witches—Gong Gong, Zhurong, Rushou, Ju Mang, Tianwu, Yanzhi, Xuanming, Qiangliang, and Shebishi—gathered in the hall. Evil Qi surged around them, and all of them wore expressions of regret.

Houtu looked helplessly at her brothers and sisters before her.

Ever since they learned that Houtu had gone to help the Human Race fight the Yao Race, they had been like this.

Houtu stood quietly to one side, her eyes filled with helplessness. Just as she was about to speak, Zhurong, the most hot-tempered of them, stepped forward. His fiery red hair stood on end, and he shouted in a muffled voice:

"Little Sister, you're not being fair here. How could you not call us brothers and sisters for such an exciting battle, leaving us behind in Pangu Hall?"

Gong Gong followed closely behind, unwillingness surging in his blue eyes. He stomped his foot heavily.

"Exactly, exactly! Big Brother is biased."

Ancestor Qiangliang nodded violently in agreement, "Big Brother is biased!"

Xuanming, cold and aloof, looked at Houtu, her tone displeased: "Little Sister, this wasn't very moral of you."

Houtu covered her forehead.

"Sister Xuanming, why are you like this too?"

"Enough!"

The usually silent Ancestor Tianwu finally moved, summoning a gentle breeze to blow away the fire and water Qi radiating from Zhurong and Gong Gong.

"Big Brother must have his reasons for doing things. Moreover, the time for the one-hundred-yuan epoch has not yet arrived. If multiple Ancestral Witches went to the Coast of the East Sea, it would look like we were arbitrarily provoking a war. It would inevitably lead to Hongjun taking action against us."

At the mention of the Dao Ancestor, Hongjun, the Evil Qi in Pangu Hall suddenly stiffened.

The Ancestral Witches stopped shouting, but they still looked aggrieved, their energy surging restlessly.

Ancestor Rushou of Metal could not watch anymore and snorted coldly. The Law of Metal circulated, sharp and piercing, "In this battle at the East Sea, that nine-headed snake Xiangliu of the Yao Race met his end. It should have been a cause for celebration, yet you are all moping around here."

Zhurong stomped his feet, flames splattering:

"It is a cause for celebration! But for such a battle against the Yao Race, you only let Little Sister go alone. It makes my hands itch! How can I not be frustrated!"

"Exactly." Gong Gong echoed, water waves surging, "I clearly could have gone too."

Ju Mang's body swayed with green wood, vitality and murderous intent coexisting. He spoke slowly: "The one-hundred-yuan epoch limit is almost here. You will have plenty of opportunities to fight later."

Tianwu's wind-like eyes narrowed, looking towards the Heavenly Court, his tone cold, "Ju Mang is right. The one-hundred-yuan epoch is coming; there is no need to rush."

The words of Tianwu and Ju Mang swept away the Ancestral Witches' gloomy mood.

The Wu Race turned their eyes towards Mount Buzhou.

Looking at that occupied "family property."

Qiangliang's voice rumbled like thunder: "Once the one-hundred-yuan epoch limit arrives, we will lead the sons of the Wu Race, kill our way to the Heavenly Court, and completely overturn that Yao Race Heavenly Court!"

Xizi's body crackled with electricity, and he responded sharply: "At that time, we will definitely make Dijun and Taiyi meet their ends and return the Heavenly Court to its rightful owners."

Houtu watched the no-longer-gloomy Wu Race members and left the main hall of Pangu Hall to them, chanting "Wu, Wu, Wu."

She walked into a side hall of Pangu Hall.

As soon as she entered the hall, the noise from the outside was cut off by an invisible force.

Inside the hall, time and space were chaotic; the flow of time was fast and slow, and space was folded in layers. It was the phenomenon of the Law of Time and Space intertwined.

A figure sat quietly in the Chaos Qi in the hall. It was Shi Yan. His eyes were closed, and the Dao rhyme of Time and Space circulated around him. He was immersed in the depths of the comprehension of the Law, his aura ethereal, merging with this Small World.

Houtu's gaze swept past him without disturbing him, and she walked straight to the depths of the side hall where two Ancestral Witches, Dijiang and Zhu Jiuyin, were still releasing their innate Laws.

"Little Sister." Dijiang's voice was low, carrying the lingering resonance of spatial vibration.

Houtu: "Big Brother."

Dijiang's gaze swept over, and he said lightly: "They are still as impatient as ever."

Houtu nodded gently, then told the two witches about the matter at the East Sea.

She told them everything, from the Jie Sect Disciples facing the Yao Race army, to Xuandu of the Human Race sealing the space, and finally her own slaying of Xiangliu.

Upon hearing this, the Law of Time around Zhu Jiuyin fluctuated slightly, revealing a hint of surprise: "Little Sister, you slaughtered that snake? No wonder they were complaining outside the whole time."

Houtu: "It was just by Opportunity."

Dijiang and Zhu Jiuyin agreed with this and did not think Houtu was being humble.

No matter how weak Xiangliu was, he was still a Quasi-Saint. If he wanted to run, Houtu really wouldn't have been able to keep him, let alone make him meet his end.

Speaking of this, Houtu turned her gaze to Shi Yan, who was comprehending the Law of Time and Space, a flash of surprise in her eyes, "Little Friend Shi Yan's Law of Space and Time seems slightly different from the Laws of our two brothers."

Hearing this, Dijiang also looked at Shi Yan, a strange look appearing in his eyes, "Little Friend Shi Yan's Law of Time and Space is different from our pure, single Laws. His Dao is a Dao of Fusion of time and space."

Zhu Jiuyin added: "And his Dao has already taken shape."

Houtu heard this and felt incredulous as she looked at Shi Yan.

It had already taken shape?

To have such deep comprehension of both the Law of Time and the Law of Space at this level of cultivation, and to have fused them?

His future was limitless.

Subsequently, Houtu looked at Dijiang, "Big Brother, how much longer will his situation last?"

Dijiang thought for a while and gave an approximate time,

"About ten-yuan epochs."