Honghuang: Witches Are the Root of Chaos. Why Are You Crying When I Lie Flat?

Transmigrating as Zhu Jiuyin in the Primordial World, I find myself from the start at the bitter end of the War Between the Lich Clans.

Everyone says the Witch Clan is a scourge. Hongjun wants to wipe us out, the saints scheme against us, and even all the beings of the Primordial World curse us.

Fine, then our Witch Clan will lie flat for good!

The beings of the Primordial World call us the source of chaos? Fine, we'll stop meddling in worldly affairs.

We won't fight for Heaven and Earth, incur karma, take in turbid qi, or meddle in worldly affairs.

Three thousand years later: A tide of turbid qi runs rampant, laying waste to the Primordial World.

Five thousand years later: The Demon Clan runs wild, wiping out countless races.

The tide of turbid qi is going to destroy Heaven and Earth? What has that got to do with me? The Heavenly Dao is malfunctioning? Heh.

Hongjun is panicking, the saints are flustered, and all living beings are in tears.

Ten thousand years later, Hongjun comes to our door in person: "Please, Witch Clan, come out of seclusion!"

I take a leisurely sip of tea. "Dao Ancestor, where's all that authority you had back then?"

"Dao Ancestor, weren't you the one who said our Witch Clan was the source of chaos?"

"You want us to do the work? Fine. First, have the Heavenly Dao kowtow to my Witch Clan."

"Zhu Jiuyin, what is it you want?"

I smile faintly. "What I want is simple: for the Witch Clan to stand above the Heavenly Dao."

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.