At this moment, the Sorcerer tribe seemed a little empty.
After the war between the Sorcerer Tribe and the Demon Tribe, the Sorcerer Tribe had suffered great losses. More than half of their clansmen were gone. If they could not replenish their numbers in the shortest time possible, what awaited them was destruction.
Without the support of a sufficient number of ordinary clansmen, no matter how powerful the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery and a group of Senior Sorcerers were, they would be nothing more than a group of lone commanders. They would never be able to become the Demon Clan's competitors.
In the Divine Hall of Pangu, the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery sat together, looking dejected. They did not look happy at all.
At first, they were still happy, but after Houtu told them about the losses, they were all disappointed.
So what if he won?
Countless clansmen died because of this. The wealth that the Sorcerer Tribe had accumulated over countless years was almost emptied in the war between the Sorcerer and Demon Tribe.
What was there to be happy about? Just because they won?
Did the Wizard Tribe really win?
"Brothers, our Sorcerer Tribe has won the war, but we have lost more than half of our clansmen. We can only hide under Buzhou Mountain.”
Houtu explained the situation of the Sorcerer Tribe.
Zhurong, who had the worst temper, slapped the floor and said angrily,
"Do we, the Sorcerer Tribe, have to watch the Demon Tribe ride over our heads like this?”
"What's the point of living like this? It's better to fight the demons.”
"With what? With your bad temper?"
Xuan Ming snorted and looked over, making Zhurong speechless.
"Hehehe."
Gonggong wasn't afraid of things getting out of hand. He chuckled and looked at Zhurong, who was being insulted, with a gloating look.
Zhurong flew into a rage out of humiliation and roared,
"Gong Gong, what are you laughing at? If you're not happy, then come and fight!!!”
"Fine! Are you afraid of me?"
The two natural enemies were about to start fighting in the Pangu Divine Hall.
As the boss, Emperor Jiang couldn't stand it anymore. He raised his hand and slapped his forehead. The veins on his forehead bulged as he roared,
"How can you make a scene in the Pangu Divine Hall? This was a great disrespect to the Father!!”
"The enemy of the Sorcerer Tribe is the Demon Tribe. Now is not the time for quarrels and internal strife!!!”
Gonggong, who was smiling evilly, immediately became serious. Zhurong stopped making a scene, but it was a little unwilling as it shouted,
"Then what do you think we should do? Do you want me, the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery, to help you give birth?”
"Pfft…"
Under such a solemn atmosphere, Xuan Ming and Houtu could not help but burst out laughing.
Di Jiang covered his face and wailed in his heart,"
What kind of people were these?
"If he can give birth, I will give him 100,000 to 80,000 marriages for you. The question is, can you do it?”
Emperor Jiang couldn't take it anymore, and Zhurong could only laugh dryly.
It wasn't that the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery couldn't give birth, but the purer the bloodline of the Sorcerer Tribe, the harder it was for them to give birth to offspring.
In terms of reproduction, the witch race was completely outdone by the demon race.
If he, Zhurong, were to help give birth to children, it was estimated that no offspring would be born in 1.8 million years.
Zhurong fell silent after successfully rebutting him. Emperor Jiang frowned and pondered hard.
In the end, he didn't think of a way, but it made him feel frustrated.
Helplessly, she could only look at the soil behind her.
After all, Houtu was the best at thinking among the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery. It was the right time to look for her.
Why should he be troubled by himself?
Emperor Jiang looked at Houtu, and the other Ancestors of Sorcery also looked over. Houtu sighed and said,"
" I've already thought of a way. If the Sorcerer Tribe wants to replenish our numbers quickly, there's only one way, and that's to use the blood essence of the Ancestral Sorcerer.”
The Sacred Hall of Pangu was the birthplace of the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery. It was formed from Pangu's heart, so the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery knew very well what its effects were.
In the depths of this divine hall, there was a vast blood pool that was almost as vast as the endless sea of blood.
The difference was that this blood pool was not like the endless blood sea, which was filled with filthy blood water. Instead, it was pure, except that it did not have any power of Pangu's bloodline.
As long as the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery forced out their blood essence and poured it into the blood pool, a large number of Sorcerer Tribesmen would be born from it.
Using blood essence to create a human was not a joke. It would greatly damage the vitality of the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery.
Although it would not cause their cultivation to fall, it would also make it difficult for their strength to improve before their blood essence could be replenished.
One had to know that the people of the Sorcerer Tribe only cultivated their physical bodies and not their primordial spirits, so their cultivation speed was very slow.
Fortunately, there was no bottleneck. As long as he accumulated enough, the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery could break through to the peak of Sage-to-be.
Unlike others, who had to think of ways to break through various bottlenecks and find opportunities.
Using one's own blood essence to create a human would cause one's strength to stagnate.
The group of Ancestral Magi weighed the gains and losses in their hearts.
"Count me in."
She naturally agreed to Houtu's suggestion. Xuan Ming was the first to express his opinion.
He yawned and said,
"In any case, the strength of those demons is only so much. Even if we don't break through, we can still chase after them and fight.”
"I agree."
The two females of the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery agreed. Could it be that he, as the eldest brother, did not dare to?
Emperor Jiang also expressed his opinion.
The others considered it for a while and nodded in agreement.
So what if he was only a Perfected Golden Immortal?
They could still chase after the Sage-to-be Realm demons all over the mountain. The most important thing now was to replenish the number of their clansmen.
At that moment, the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery began to use their own blood essence to create humans in the Pangu Divine Hall.
The Demon Tribe and the people from the outside world all thought that the Wu Tribe did not have the strength to fight against the Demon Tribe. When the next war broke out, countless Wu Tribesmen would run out and definitely beat the Demon Tribe to a pulp.
In the secret chamber of Mount Kunlun, Li Tong was trying his best to merge his Three Separations into one as soon as possible.
Although it didn't matter if the Three Separations could merge into one or not, it didn't matter if they could enter the Peak of Sage-to-be Realm or prove their Dao. However, if they could prove their Dao with the Three Separations, they would be more powerful.
However, it was not something that could be done in a day or two. He would probably have to wait until his realm reached the peak before he could merge the three corpses into one. Li Tong did not mind. He still had a lot of time to merge the three corpses into one.
After stabilizing his realm, he chose to come out of seclusion.
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