After bidding farewell to Houtu, who had finished watching the spectacle, the grand sacrificial ceremony drew to a perfect close. The migration began the very next day, striking while the iron was hot.
One-third of the clan remained behind with Ziyishi, under the watch of Nameless, who possessed “rock-solid strength.”
Another third was escorted to the Western lands by Nanji, Duobao, and Dizang, who teamed up with Youchao to lead two thousand Human Race experts.
As for the final third, Yuan Heng, Little Yellow Dragon, and Suirenshi led them along with one thousand innate humans toward Mount Shouyang...
Those who were leaving bid their farewells to the clansmen staying at Mount Buzhou.
Yuan Heng and the youngsters even went over to eavesdrop a bit.
“Hua, I can't bear to leave you. I wanted to have kids with you, but I couldn't win against my mother. She said she's at the age where she needs to make a name for herself in the wild...”
“Sob... Stone, it's okay. If possible, the kids I have with someone else can call you 'Father' too...”
The man looked incredibly moved. “Hua...”
The woman's eyes were filled with reluctance. “Stone...”
Ah???
Yuan Heng's mouth fell slightly agape, her face a picture of utter astonishment. The ancestors were really... open-minded in ways she had never expected.
The youngsters: ???
They felt like something was not quite right here.
Putting on a solemn front, Yuan Heng sealed their hearing. “Children shouldn't listen to things they shouldn't!”
The youngsters: “...”
Oh well, they just wouldn't listen then.
...
On the second day, the grand and mighty migration began.
Yuan Heng gathered with her martial nephews in a circle. They exchanged glances before departing in their respective directions.
She had absolute faith in her martial nephews' abilities. They could handle this, and if they couldn't, her senior brothers would certainly whip them into shape so they could.
In high spirits, Yuan Heng set off on the road with Little Yellow Dragon and the Human Race.
To be fair, in the Primordial World at this time, even ordinary humans possessed excellent physical strength.
Yuan Heng took in the primordial scenery as she walked, occasionally chatting with Little Yellow Dragon under Suirenshi's meaningful gaze. It was incredibly pleasant.
Her leisurely trip lasted until they reached the wilderness of the Central Plains, where she encountered two highly unexpected figures.
Kunpeng and Minghe... How had they ended up together again?
Could it be that ambush on Fellow Daoist Hongyun had actually forged some camaraderie between them?
One was Kunpeng, who harbored resentment because he felt his holy seat had been snatched away. The other was Minghe, who repeatedly fought and failed, having failed to achieve sainthood by creating the Asura race and failed yet again when establishing his cult...
Looking at the sheer greed in their eyes as they stared at the massive crowd of humans... they clearly came with ill intent.
Suirenshi was the first to step forward to meet them. “Why do you two fellow Daoists block the path of my Human Race?”
Even when facing two Quasi-Saints, Suirenshi, who was merely a Daluo, kept his posture perfectly straight. The backbone of the Human Race would rather break than bend.
Kunpeng's words were just as hideous as his appearance. “Mere ants are not worthy of knowing why.”
“Considering you were created by the Sage Nuwa, I will not harm you. Just give me a few humans to take away, and that will be enough.”
Suirenshi: ???
What kind of nonsense is this?
He knew the Human Race was created by the Sage Nuwa, yet he dared to be this arrogant?
The Holy Mother was only a bit busy; she had never said she was abandoning them!
Suirenshi laughed out of sheer anger. “Out of the question! If you wish to abduct my clansmen, you will have to step over my dead body!!”
With that, spiritual energy surged wildly around him as his Dao of Hearth Fire fully unfolded. He was already prepared to die fighting rather than surrender.
Watching secretly from within the crowd, Yuan Heng felt that Kunpeng shouldn't be someone so brainless.
Even if he had become the Demon Master of the Demon Race, could Dijun and Taiyi really protect him if Senior Sister Nuwa came to place the blame??
Or was his hatred for Dijun and Taiyi so deep that he was deliberately trying to draw trouble onto them?
Or could it be... that the source of his confidence in doing this was his two Demon Emperors?
Yuan Heng's expression suddenly hardened, turning incredibly grim.
She had concealed her identity and masked her aura to blend in with the humans, and Little Yellow Dragon was still just a young dragon of very low cultivation who had not yet been taken in as a disciple by Senior Brother Yuanshi.
Were they picking on them because they thought they were easy targets?
Well, they were about to find out who the easy target really was!
Stepping forward with Little Yellow Dragon to stand beside Suirenshi, she spoke with a touch of sarcasm. “Oh, my, what grand authority you two fellow Daoists command.”
“For Fellow Daoist Kunpeng to act like this, is it by the order of the two Demon Emperors of the Demon Court?”
Her eyes narrowed, flashing a hint of warning. “Do you truly disregard the will of our Human Race's Holy Mother completely?”
“Or are the Demon Court and you two completely dismissive of our Human Race's Sage Nuwa, as well as Sage Taiqing of the Humanity Cult?”
“To openly attempt to abduct the Human Race, do you two fellow Daoists insist on doing this?”
Kunpeng and Minghe: !!!
What a sharp tongue! What an enormous accusation to throw at them!
Minghe was already eager to retreat. He had said he should just lie low in the Blood Sea, but Kunpeng had insisted on dragging him out. Look at the massive accusation thrown at them! How could he possibly bear such a burden?
How could he possibly carry this blame?
Turning to Kunpeng, he patted his shoulder and then fled with unbelievable speed, leaving Kunpeng to eat his dust. “Farewell, Fellow Daoist Kunpeng! Just pretend I was never here!!!”
Kunpeng: “...”
As expected of the most death-fearing person in the Primordial World, he slipped away entirely too fast.
A trace of amusement flickered in Yuan Heng's eyes. She looked at Kunpeng. “Fellow Daoist, your ally ran off pretty fast. Are you sure you want to go through with this?”
Kunpeng fell silent for a moment. He thought of the holy seat that had slipped through his fingers, of his sealed Primeval Spirit, and of the words Dijun and Taiyi had told him before he left.
Puckering his lips, he looked at Yuan Heng's soot-blackened face, his words carrying an aggressive edge. “Hmph. Do you think a Sage would call the Demon Court to account over a mere handful of humans?”
“I do not plan on taking all of them. Only a few will do. If your Human Race sacrifices a few, I shall guarantee your safe passage. How about it?”
Dijun, Taiyi, you had better keep your concealment up for a while longer.
Yuan Heng raised an eyebrow. She could hear that Kunpeng was trying to shift the blame to the Demon Court. As expected, he was only aligned with the Demon Court on the surface, but harbored deep discord underneath.
Suirenshi shook his head resolutely. “Never. I advise you to drop this idea. Not a single member of my Human Race will ever be handed over to you!”
The thousand Human Race experts gradually closed in around them, their eyes burning with fury.
You miserable bastard, demanding we hand some over. When has the Human Race ever been the type to abandon our own to save ourselves?!!
Kunpeng felt quite conflicted inside, but his facial expression remained unchanged. “If you are unwilling... do not blame me for taking them by force!”
Yuan Heng took a few more steps forward, a trace of amusement in her voice. “So you insist on doing this, Fellow Daoist?”
Kunpeng looked at the person with the soot-blackened face and fell into deep thought.
This human couldn't even wash her face clean and had barely any cultivation, yet why did she seem to hold such a high status in the Human Race?
His pupils contracted. Could there be some trick to this?
But... if he didn't encounter some powerful threat and simply ran away like that, it would be hard to explain things when he went back.
With this in mind, Kunpeng recalled his unparalleled speed in the Primordial World and mustered up his courage. “I insist on doing this.”
Go ahead and show whatever trump cards you have!
Yuan Heng raised her eyebrows. In a flash, she reverted to her true appearance. The golden light of merit behind her head blazed with a blinding radiance, the White Lotus of World Cleansing hovered by her side, and she raised the Grand Heaven-Measuring Ruler as she charged forward to meet him.
“Let's have a fight then, Fellow Daoist!”
Kunpeng: !!!
Spinning around, he pushed his supreme speed divine ability to its absolute limit and fled.
My goodness! It really was a trap! Why is the Dao Ancestor's most beloved youngest disciple here?!
Time to scram!
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