Chapter 2065: The Demon Race Massacres the Human Race!

The Three Pure Ones also sighed; they had always wanted to find a suitable disciple.

Lu Ya Daoren had not yet arrived this time.

"Do you mean Lu Ya Daoren will aid the demon race?" Yuanshi Tianzun asked, his eyes narrowing as he opened his mouth.

"What's strange about that? We all know exactly who Lu Ya Daoren is."

Although Lu Ya Daoren had always remained calm and never appeared elsewhere in Honghuang, he wandered freely, clearly becoming a lone immortal.

Yet Lu Ya Daoren's true identity had always been a mystery, known only to himself.

Even Nüwa was searching for Lu Ya Daoren—how could others not be?

"If Nüwa and Fuxi are truly searching for Lu Ya Daoren, we must give them something to do—send them to find the Bodhi Tree."

"Nüwa cannot leave Nüwa Palace."

"Fuxi can—he can take his Fuxi Bagua and go search for the Bodhi Tree. Perhaps he will aid them later, maybe even protect Nüwa Palace."

Master Yuanshi felt this plan aligned closely with what he had originally envisioned.

But Master Yuanshi never imagined the demon race would begin forging the Butcher-Wizard Sword—once completed, it would bring mass slaughter.

The Butcher-Wizard Sword required vast amounts of human blood and lives to unleash its full power and suppress the overwhelming strength of the Wu Clan.

This was a different kind of consequence—and their nightmare had only just begun.

"How can we possibly stop this?"

Naturally, Yingzhao was deeply troubled by the Butcher-Wizard Sword.

Yingzhao had always gotten along well with the human race, but Shangyang and Jiuying had never told him—so this development took him completely by surprise.

Why are the demon race doing this?

There is only one reason: they must find a way to gain the upper hand over the Wu Clan.

The Wu Clan have arrived at Penglai Immortal Island, and the island holds extraordinarily abundant treasures—any random item they take back could crush the demon race.

Even Donghuang Taiyi and Di Jun had come to Penglai Immortal Island, yet they still felt it was not so simple.

"But you must know that doing this now will surely…"

"I know!"

Feidan said: "We will surely incur heavenly retribution—but we have already made our preparations."

Since Feidan and Qinyuan had both said this, none of them could step forward to stop them—it would seem too abrupt.

"Fine, I don't care!" Yingzhao left, angry.

It wasn't that Feidan was wrong—it was simply that the demon race had always been this way; they could not compare to the Wu Clan, for the Wu Clan still possessed compassion.