Therefore, almost every Witch in the Flame Race, whether they were a Great Witch or a Little Witch, currently felt a strong sense of crisis.

In recent years, the Great Witches of the Flame Race's Royal Family had been continuously making overtures to the surrounding small and medium-sized tribes, even trying to win them over.

It was all for this reason.

The Great Witches of the Flame Race's Royal Family had even traveled to a distant territory to seek help from the Wind Breath Race.

However, the Wind Breath Race's attitude remained ambiguous.

They had yet to give a clear answer.

And quite unfortunately, the people of the Flame Race also discovered members of the Frost Silkworm Race among the Wind Breath Race.

One could only imagine how terrible the current situation was for the Flame Race.

"In a time like this, receiving no Oracle is perhaps the best-case scenario."

Witch Slaughter fell silent for a moment before finally speaking.

The other two had different expressions upon hearing this, but they both understood Witch Slaughter's meaning.

"That's true."

"Back in the Divine War, the Blazing God was betrayed by the Deities of three Vassal races. His injuries must have been severe."

"It's just a shame we couldn't become Witch God Guards and help the Blazing God."

As soon as Wu Tao said this, Witch Spirit, who was beside him, shook his head helplessly.

"How could the addition of one or two Witch God Guards possibly change the outcome of a Divine War?"

"Over so many years, our race has had many members Rise into the Heavens to become Witch God Guards. Not even counting the various 'minor divine wars' that might exist in the Celestial Realm, there should have been at least a thousand Witch God Guards serving the Blazing God."

"But even so, haven't they all perished?"

"In the current situation, just as Tu said, if things are truly hopeless, I think for the sake of our race's continuation—and even for the Blazing God's safety—it would be better if He did not appear, assuming He has not yet recovered."

"As for losing a vast territory, or even many of our people... it's a cruel thought, but it's better than our Deity perishing and our race being annihilated."

"Besides, mortals are all basically the same. Even if many members of the Flame Race become blood sacrifices for other races, the ones who become slaves might, over time, be able to integrate into those other races, or even..."

Witch Spirit trailed off, not continuing any further.

After all, such a topic was still somewhat sensitive in this era.

However, since the birth of the Deities in this world, the Human Race had gained sapience through a tribal structure and had the fortune to become believers and subjects of various Deities through the Contemplation Method. The history of events like divine wars and tribal conflicts was not short.

Therefore, it had become an unwritten rule for the mortal tribes of the defeated side to be integrated into the victor's.

It was just that the number of people integrated was relatively small.

After all, the rulers of the various tribes, and even the Witches, now held a strong concept of 'tribal Bloodline'.

Thus, those in power, whether in large tribes or small and medium-sized ones, would never wish for their own tribe's pure Bloodline to be tainted, let alone assimilated, by other tribes.

Therefore, the Mortal Wars of this world were exceptionally cruel.

And just as the three Great Witches of the Western Border were worrying about the safety of their tribe and their Deity, in the so-called 'Celestial Realm'—hidden in an isolated, corner-like pocket of Space in the highest layer of this world's 'Third Heaven'—a grievously wounded 'Winged Lizard' suddenly opened its eyes.

The very instant it opened its eyes, the terrifying injuries on its body began to rapidly regenerate, consumed by a mysterious flame.

This Winged Lizard was entirely earth-yellow in color.

It was just over a thousand meters long.

The moment its injuries fully healed and its gaze slowly focused, it revealed a human-like smile.

'I have to say, the Power of fate wielded by the Cosmos's will isn't half bad. To think it found me such an interesting planet and a fitting vessel in such a short time.'

'It even nudged time and fate a little for my sake? I guess it wasn't a total cheapskate after all.'

'Witch? Witch God?'

'It's more or less similar to the rules of my own Cosmos. Well then, let me have a good look at this world... at this Cosmos.'

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