Ye Qing went into seclusion while the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery led their tribes to different parts of the Untainted Land.
Anyway, the Sorcerer Tribe had already been tainted by karma. It was not a time of life and death, so they were not in a hurry to enter the Chaos Bead.
At this time, the Zhu Rong tribe settled down in the South Sea and built the Palace of Light.
At this time, the human race had already reproduced for countless generations.
However, the entire world was desolate. In order to survive, humans could only hunt wild beasts and devour them along with their fur and blood.
Therefore, humans had very short lifespans, and they often fell ill and died for no reason.
On this day, Zhunti came to the Palace of Light.
"So it's the Second Sectmaster of the West. Why have you come to my Palace of Light?”
Ever since the battle on the Sun Star, where the Sorcerer Tribe had won a great victory, the Demon Tribe had started to retreat and develop.
Zhurong and the other Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery were also living very comfortably.
At this moment, Zhurong was very satisfied with the Little Wine Spirit Fruit.
Besides, the Wu Tribe didn't respect the Sage or the Way of Heaven, so Zhunti didn't take it seriously at all.
"The rumored Fire God Zhurong likes to be competitive. Now that I've seen it, it doesn't seem to be true!”
Zhunti said with a smile.
It sounded like a compliment, but in fact, it was flattering Zhurong before starting his deception.
"Haha, you old brat, you're really knowledgeable! I like freedom and justice!”
As expected, Zhurong smiled after being flattered by Zhunti.
At this moment, Zhunti could not help but feel a wave of contempt in his heart.
Back then, you brought people to the west to eat, drink, and pee. You even wanted to beat us up after saying a few words to us.
Now you're talking about justice? Justice my ass.
However, for the sake of their plan, Cundi endured it.
"Yes, yes, of course Fire God Zhurong is righteous. He can be said to be an example of the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery!”
Zhunti was also going all out.
It might as well suck up to Zhurong, making Zhurong's mouth curl up to the sky.
"Hahaha, you're right! Among the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery, I am the model!”
The Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery were all simple-minded but brawny.
They started fighting at the slightest disagreement.
When I hear flattery, you are my brother.
How could he know that Cundi had a purpose for doing so?
"By the way, on my way here, I passed by a forest. There are humans living there. They're really miserable!”
Cundi began his performance.
"Oh? Quickly tell me!"
Zhurong's interest was instantly piqued.
" Alas, the human race was created by Fellow Cultivator Nuwa. They have lived through generations, but they have been gnawing on fur and bloodthirsty every day. How miserable!”
"Moreover, their lifespans are very short. The longer ones are no more than 30 years old, and the shorter ones die before they even grow up!”
Zhunti sighed and told him about the miserable situation of the Human Tribe.
Of course, the Human Tribe he was talking about was not the Connate Human Tribe that Goddess Nvywa had created before. Instead, it was the Human Tribe that had been reproduced after birth.
Their lifespans were short, and they did not have cooked food, so it was easy for them to get sick.
Therefore, they usually died in their thirties.
Some died prematurely at birth.
Some even became food for wild beasts.
"Oh? Can't we help?"
Zhurong asked.
"This is the law of the Heavenly Dao. The human race can only develop after experiencing many hardships.”
Zhunti shook his head. Otherwise, they would have directly targeted the Human Tribe.
Unfortunately, humans had short lifespans and poor physiques. They would die within a few decades.
What was the use of this?
The only ones left were the Xiantian Humans.
However, Nuwa had created it at that time. If they had taken it away, Nuwa would definitely fight them to the death.
"However, you can help them! "At that time, you will receive the worship of the human race. Your merits will be boundless!”
Zhunti began to set a trap.
"Tell me, how can I help?" Zhurong's eyes lit up and it immediately asked.
"As far as I know, the reason why humans have short lifespans is because they eat raw food.”
"And you, Zhurong, control the fire seeds in the world. If you pass it down and let them eat cooked food, won't it be fine?”
Zhunti said.
"Eh? That's right! Why didn't I think of that?"
Zhurong felt that this method was feasible.
Of course, he was fooled by Zhunti. Otherwise, how could he have the leisure to worry about the Human Tribe?
After that, humans obtained fire seeds and ate cooked food. They got fewer illnesses and really extended their lives.
For a time, the Human Race's worshiper, Zhurong, shook the Primordial World.
On the other side.
The North Sea Water God Palace was led to Gonggong.
He started to provoke Gong Gong.
"Gonggong, I heard that Zhurong passed down the fire seed and received the worship of the human race, while you, the Water God, were abandoned by the human race.”
"You're both the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery. He's so glorious, but you're so miserable. I really feel sorry for you!”
His words infuriated Water God Gonggong.
"Bullshit, how could I be abandoned by the human race?”He was very dissatisfied.
"Isn't that because the human villages are always flooded? Zhurong said that you're a jinx!"
Gong Gong, who had a bad temper, immediately exploded after hearing those words.
"Zhurong, that turtle bastard, dares to call me a jinx?”
He was furious. He led Feng Bo, Yu Shi, and his clansmen to the Palace of Light in the South Sea.
In an instant, the wind and rain began to blow.
A great battle began.
Above the white clouds in the sky.
Jieyin, Zhunti, Emperor Jun and Taiyi were all here.
Looking at the battle between the Grand Wizard Zhurong and the Grand Wizard Gonggong below, he was overjoyed.
Ancestral Magi were all masters who would not rest until one of them died.
Even if they were against their own people, they would show no mercy.
Their goal was to make the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery fall out with each other, and it would be best if one of them died.
Only in this way could the powerful Twelve Divine Beings Killing Formation not be unleashed.
This was a formation used by the Twelve Ancient Ancestors of Sorcery to condense the Real Body of Pangu to prove their Dao.
It was known as one of the four great killing formations of the Primordial World.
This formation was formed by the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery. It could summon the True Body of Pangu and was an existence that could resist Saints.
Therefore, if they wanted to deal with the Shamans first, they had to stop the formation from being set up.
Of course, according to the normal trajectory, Zhurong and Gonggong would have died in this battle.
Gong Gong even broke the heavenly pillar of Buzhou Mountain.
It caused the sky to collapse and the earth to sink, and demons and devils rose everywhere in the Primordial World.
However, they didn't know that Ye Qing already knew about this.
"The two of them still started fighting!”
"However, you want to scheme against our Sorcerer Tribe? It's not that simple!"
Ye Qing woke up from his closed-door cultivation and disappeared, heading toward Mount Shouyang's Eight Visions Palace.
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