When Eastern Emperor Taiyi returned to the Heavenly Court, he was somewhat enraged.
Even after arriving at the Heavenly Court and meeting Di Jun, he still looked as though his anger had not subsided.
As he sat there, he continued speaking.
"Damn it, how did the Dragon Race come by such fortune?!"
Even Di Jun looked curious as he gazed at Eastern Emperor Taiyi.
"Tai Yi, wasn't this trip meant for you to oversee the Demon Soldiers hunting the Dragon Race?"
Eastern Emperor Taiyi nodded, then sat down and said,
"The Dragon Race somehow produced a princess who became Nuwa's Junior Sister."
"All the Demon Soldiers sent there were killed by that Great Power."
At those words, Di Jun rose to his feet.
He then looked toward the South Sea, where countless members of the Dragon Race had gathered.
Yet there was a trace of apprehension in his eyes.
Now that she had become Nuwa's Junior Sister, the Dragon Race had gained another life-saving talisman.
If nothing else, at least no one would dare attack them lightly anymore.
They had seen Nuwa's temperament before.
It seemed they could not continue with their plans. In that case, they could only spare the Dragon Race.
"I never expected the Dragon Race to have such luck."
"Were you injured?"
Eastern Emperor Taiyi shook his head.
"At the time, I wasn't in the South Sea. I was hiding nearby and watching. When I sensed something had happened to the Demon Soldiers, I intended to question the Dragon Race, but this happened instead."
"That Senior likely killed so many Demon Soldiers to back the Dragon Race."
Di Jun nodded thoughtfully.
He had already given up on the South Sea. There was no helping it; someone lived there whom they could not afford to offend.
This time, only the Demon Soldiers had been killed.
Who knew whether, if he acted again, they would simply be beaten to death with a single strike next time?
The kind of death that even wiped out their True Spirits.
That would mean being truly dead.
Di Jun sat steadily upon his throne.
"Never mind. There are other matters to attend to. The Witch Clan has recently begun causing quite a few conflicts with my Demon Race."
"The Great Powers within my Demon Race have all reached the Quasi-Sage realm. It is time to settle scores with the Witch Clan."
Hearing this, Eastern Emperor Taiyi grew somewhat excited.
After suffering such indignity just now, he finally had somewhere to vent his anger.
"I'll go organize the Demon Race at once. Shall we prepare to set out?"
Di Jun nodded, his gaze falling upon the Witch Clan below.
A plan formed in his heart.
"Good. Muster the Demon Soldiers. Today, we shall annihilate the Witch Clan!"
Eastern Emperor Taiyi withdrew.
Sitting there, Di Jun seemed already to see the scene of the Demon Race unifying the Primordial World.
Within the Witch Clan, Di Jiang and the others had gathered together, eating meat and laughing.
Today could be considered a great day for the Witch Clan.
Recently, they had felt something stir within them, so they returned to the Pangu Great Hall to cultivate.
Who would have thought that they would all break through to the Quasi-Sage realm?
They had even successfully cultivated the Mind and Will Cultivation Method.
Though they had only just entered its gates, Houtu had already reached minor mastery.
Now, however, they possessed the ability to control Divine Treasures.
As they sat drinking together, Di Jiang spoke from the side.
"This time, the Dragon Race and Demon Race will surely fight to the death. We can sit atop the mountain and watch the tigers fight. How pleasant."
Ju Mang sat nearby, but there was no agreement in his eyes.
"The Dragon Race has been weak for a long time. I fear they pose little threat to the Demon Race. I only heard that the Dragon Race has an ancestor among them. That one may pose some threat to the Demon Race, but not much."
She Bi Shi, at one side, nodded and added,
"Recently, many living beings of the Primordial World have joined the Demon Race, and quite a few are Great Powers. The Demon Race's strength can no longer be underestimated. We were too late."
"We should have charged straight into the heavens and killed those two feathered birds. Then there would not have been so much trouble afterward."
Zhu Rong spoke up at this point.
"It is not too late even now. We are all Quasi-Sages. Wouldn't taking down the Demon Race be easy?"
"Besides, if we encounter difficulties, we still have the Twelve Capital Celestial Evil-Slaying Formation. We can summon Father God's phantom—perhaps we could even split the Heavenly Court apart with a single axe strike."
The Twelve Capital Celestial Evil-Slaying Formation was the Witch Clan's greatest reliance.
After all, it could summon Pangu's Phantom.
Back then, Pangu had been an existence on the verge of attaining the Great Dao realm.
Even a phantom of him, brought into the present, would be enough to injure a Sage.
As for the Demon Race, they would never take them seriously.
Several members of the Witch Clan agreed, then began saying,
"No, the more we talk, the angrier I get. Why don't we summon the clan's warriors now, charge into the Heavenly Court, and kill those two feathered birds outright?"
"Two mere feathered birds dare call themselves Heavenly Emperors and even wish to rule the Primordial World. Are they worthy?"
The one speaking was Xuan Ming.
Though she was a woman, her temper was exceptionally fiery.
Unlike Houtu's gentleness, her disposition was much like that of the other Ancestor Witches.
Fiery-tempered.
Thinking of the Demon Race now, she could no longer restrain herself.
In the end, Zhu Rong also began egging them on.
Di Jiang gradually became moved as well.
He then looked at the Ancestor Witches before him and rose to his feet.
"Good. Since all my brothers share this thought, then we shall summon our warriors and charge into the Heavenly Court. From this day onward, we Ancestor Witches shall represent Father God and hold this world in our hands."
After saying this, the Twelve Ancestor Witches immediately began gathering their forces.
The two races had arrived at the same idea at the same time. It seemed quite a coincidence.
But in the Primordial World, nothing was entirely coincidental.
Within the Purple Sky Palace, Hongjun sat in a quiet chamber, watching the Witch and Demon Races.
"Once these two races begin fighting, I shall make my move."
"The Witch Clan respects neither the Heavenly Dao nor Sages. This time, they should be made to understand the strength of a Sage."
After speaking, he made his preparations.
A Wooden Token even appeared in his hand.
"The Twelve Capital Celestial Evil-Slaying Formation is somewhat dangerous. Fortunately, I seized Nuwa's Wooden Token last time."
As he spoke, he looked at the Wooden Token in his hand. It appeared nothing special at first glance.
But when Nuwa had used it last time, he had seen its power.
He had tried it himself. It only needed spiritual energy to activate it.
He had attempted it, but failed.
Because of this, his apprehension toward that person deepened even further.
The Witch Clan and Demon Race finished mustering their troops.
Both headed toward the other's stronghold.
Yet they encountered each other halfway there.
Di Jiang looked at Di Jun and the others, his eyes filled with battle intent.
"Witch Clan, what are you planning to do this time?"
Di Jiang showed no courtesy.
"What else could we do? Father God created the heavens. As Pangu's descendants, we should naturally govern them in Father God's stead. You feathered birds are unworthy."
As he spoke, Divine Treasures appeared in the hands of the Witch Clan members one after another.
Seeing this, Eastern Emperor Taiyi laughed outright.
"You brutes, what are you holding Divine Treasures for? Do you take us for vegetables?!"
But just as he finished speaking, a long sword flew straight toward him.
"You are a vegetable!"
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