Seeing that Zhurong was crushed and only some of its flesh and blood essence were taken back by Emperor Jiang using the spatial law, the other Ancestors of Sorcery were instantly furious.
The Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery were born from the same roots and were brothers.
Even if Zhurong and Gonggong often fought and disliked each other, they were still brothers.
Now that Zhurong was dead, Gonggong was the angriest.
But just as they were about to lose their minds, Houtu stood up.
"Sage, please calm down!"
Houtu was the only Ancestor of Sorcery who had been to the Purple Cloud Palace. As she was the youngest among the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery, she was naturally the least affected by the foul air.
Therefore, he still had some wisdom and knew how to pursue the Dao, unlike the Ancestral Magus, whose mind was only filled with power.
Looking at Houtu, Lin Tian's expression softened a little.
After all, Houtu was present during the two sermons. With the strength of the Ancestral Wizard, he sat at the front, just the one closest to Lin Tian.
She was very studious and would often ask Lin Tian some questions. Moreover, she was also very respectful to Lin Tian.
"The war between the Sorcerer and Demon Tribes has devastated Untainted Land and caused a great loss to the people. If you don't listen to my advice, I will call the Sorcerer and Demon Tribes extinct forever.”
Silence. Everyone looked at Lin Tian with their mouths agape. They never expected Lin Tian to say such words.
In fact, Lin Tian would really do that. First of all, Lin Tian was the Heavenly Dao.
If he really destroyed the Sorcerer and Demon Clans and activated the power of the Heavenly Dao, he could completely create a new race to replace the two.
Wasn't the human race the best example? Goddess Nvywa became a Saint to create the Human Tribe. Since there were humans, there could be other races.
However, the Sorcerer and Demon tribes were still somewhat meaningful to Lin Tian.
Whether it was Dijun, Donghuang Taiyi, or the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery, they were all legendary figures. If possible, Lin Tian still wanted to keep them.
That's right, in Lin Tian's eyes, the Sorcerer and Demon tribes had obtained the possibility of survival for such a simple reason.
"It's true! What he said is true!"
Di Jiang looked at Lin Tian with cold sweat. His powerful perception made him certain that Lin Tian was not lying. If they continued to fight and destroy the Wilderness, Lin Tian would really destroy the Sorcerer and Demon Tribes.
On the side of the demon race, Dijun suddenly stood up and bowed respectfully to Lin Tian.
"I will obey the words of the Sage."
Dijun nodded without hesitation. What a joke. Just now, Zhurong was crushed just because its tone was slightly bad. If they dared to bargain, wouldn't they be crushed just like Zhurong?
They didn't have a terrifying physical body like the Ancestral Magus. If the Sage used a little strength, even their True Spirits would be crushed.
The Demon Race immediately admitted defeat. After losing an Ancestor of Sorcery, the Sorcerer Race naturally did not dare to continue to be arrogant.
Moreover, they were much more clear-headed now. Because the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery had grown up and had twelve Sages-to-be, the Sorcerer Tribe was very arrogant.
However, after sensing the might of a Saint, they knew that they could not be arrogant anymore.
In the face of the powerful strength of a Saint, their quasi-Saint existences were simply ants!
"The Sorcerer Tribe will abide by the Sage's words!"
Emperor Jiang took a deep breath and bowed.
He was indeed the big brother of the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery. Even if Zhurong was crushed, he could still take it up and let it go. Logically speaking, the Ancestral Magus had a fearless personality and would not cower even if he died.
However, for some reason, when facing Lin Tian, Di Jiang realized that his pride as a witch was useless.
The Wizard Race did not cultivate the primordial spirit, but they had their own talent. They had a very accurate perception of the level of life. When facing Lin Tian, they felt that they were high and mighty.
That feeling even surpassed the remnant power of Pangu that he had faced in the Hall of Pangu.
Seeing that the two tribes had admitted defeat, Lin Tian nodded. He waved his hand and instantly sent the Sorcerer and Demon tribes back.
That was the Sorcerer and Demon Tribes, with countless demonic beasts and sorcerers! However, at this moment, they were actually sent back by Lin Tian with a wave of his hand. This kind of power was simply terrifying.
Then, looking at the desolate land that had been beaten into pieces, Lin Tian frowned slightly. He mobilized the power of the saint and swept across the desolate land.
Then, under the vigorous vitality of the power of creation, the Primordial World began to recover.
The broken earth reformed, the collapsed space began to heal, and the broken sky began to be mended. This move was comparable to Goddess Nvywa mending the sky after Mount Buzhou was broken.
This was just a casual move by Lin Tian, unlike Nuwa who needed to rely on magic treasures and treasures.
At this moment, all the great divine arts practitioners of the Primordial World were silent.
Although the matter ended very quickly, Lin Tian also played it down.
However, the shock to the Primordial World was not small at all. That was Zhurong! The Ancestor of Sorcery of the Sorcerer Tribe was a Sage-to-be expert. His body was the strongest in the Sage-to-be Realm.
And such a powerful Zhurong was actually crushed by Lin Tian with one hand. Was this the power of a Saint?
The creatures of the Primordial World who saw the Sage's attack for the first time were completely shocked, and the three thousand guests of the Purple Cloud Palace were looking forward to the last sermon.
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