The Wu-Yao War, Hongjun's Scheme

Eastern Emperor Taiyi was somewhat irritated when he returned to the Heavenly Court.

Even after reaching the Heavenly Court and meeting Di Jun, he still wore an expression of lingering anger.

As he sat there, he kept muttering.

"Damn it, how did the Dragon Race stumble upon such fortune!"

Even Di Jun looked at Eastern Emperor Taiyi with curiosity.

"Taiyi, weren't you supposed to oversee the Demon Soldiers hunting the Dragon Race?"

Eastern Emperor Taiyi nodded, then sat down and spoke.

"The Dragon Race must have hit some stroke of luck. A princess of their clan has become Nuwa's Junior Sister."

"The Demon Soldiers sent there were all killed by that Great Power."

Hearing this, Di Jun stood up abruptly.

He turned his gaze toward the South Sea, where countless Dragon Race members had gathered.

But there was a hint of wariness in his eyes.

Becoming Nuwa's Junior Sister meant the Dragon Race now had a life-saving charm.

Not to mention anything else, at least no one would dare act against them lightly.

They had seen Nuwa's temperament for themselves.

It seemed they could no longer continue their plans. If so, they had no choice but to let the Dragon Race go.

"I never expected the Dragon Race to have such good luck."

"Were you injured?"

Eastern Emperor Taiyi shook his head.

"I wasn't at the South Sea at the time. I hid nearby and watched. When I sensed something was wrong with the Demon Soldiers, I was about to hold the Dragon Race accountable, but then this happened."

"That Senior probably killed so many Demon Soldiers just to back the Dragon Race."

Di Jun nodded, lost in thought.

He had already given up on the South Sea. There was no helping it—someone living there was not to be trifled with.

This time, they only killed the Demon Soldiers.

Who knew if, should he make a move again, they'd just wipe him out outright.

The kind where even the True Spirit would be annihilated.

That would be a true death, no coming back.

He settled steadily onto his throne.

"Forget it. There are other matters to attend to now. The Witch Clan has been clashing more and more with my Demon Race lately."

"All the Great Powers within my Demon Race have already reached the Quasi-Sage level. It's time to settle accounts with the Witch Clan."

Hearing this, Eastern Emperor Taiyi grew visibly excited.

After being so humiliated just now, this would give him an outlet for his anger.

"I'll go muster the Demon Race right away. Shall we prepare to set out?"

Di Jun nodded, his gaze fixed on the Witch Clan below.

A scheme was forming in his mind.

"Good. Rally the Demon Soldiers. Today, we annihilate the Witch Clan!"

Eastern Emperor Taiyi withdrew.

Di Jun sat there, as if he could already see the Demon Race unifying the Primordial World.

Within the Witch Clan, Di Jiang and the others were gathered together, feasting on meat and laughing.

Today was a big day for the Witch Clan.

They had recently felt a stirring in their hearts and returned to the Pangu Great Hall to cultivate.

Who would have thought they'd all break through to Quasi-Sage cultivation?

Even the Mind and Will Cultivation Method had been successfully mastered.

Though they were just beginners, Houtu had already reached minor success.

Now, they had the ability to control Divine Treasures.

As they sat drinking together, Di Jiang spoke up.

"This time, the Dragon Race and the Demon Race will surely be locked in a death feud. Watching them fight from the sidelines is quite the pleasure."

Ju Mang sat beside him, his expression not quite agreeing with that view.

"The Dragon Race has been weak for too long. I doubt they pose much threat to the Demon Race. But I've heard there's an Ancestor among them. That one might pose some threat to the Demon Race, though not much."

She Bi Shi nodded in agreement from the side.

"Recently, many beings of the Primordial World have joined the Demon Race, and quite a few are Great Powers. Their strength can no longer be underestimated. We've already fallen behind."

"We should have just charged straight into the Heavenly Court back then and chopped those two mangy birds down. Would've saved us all this trouble."

Zhu Rong started grumbling.

"It's not too late now. We're all Quasi-Sages now—beating the Demon Race should be simple, no?"

"And if we run into trouble, we've got the Twelve Capital Celestial Evil-Slaying Formation. Summon Father God's phantom, and maybe we'll even split that Heavenly Court in half with one axe-strike."

The Twelve Capital Celestial Evil-Slaying Formation was the Witch Clan's greatest trump card.

After all, the Pangu Phantom.

Back then, Pangu was on the verge of attaining the Great Dao.

Even a phantom now could harm a Sage.

As for the Demon Race, they wouldn't even give them a second thought.

The few Ancestor Witches all agreed on this reasoning and started talking it over.

"No, the more I talk, the angrier I get. How about we summon our clansmen right now, storm the Heavenly Court, and chop those two mangy birds down?"

"Two measly mangy birds dare call themselves Heavenly Emperors, even want to rule the Primordial World? Do they deserve it?"

That was Xuan Ming speaking.

Though a woman, her temper was exceptionally fierce.

Unlike Houtu's gentle nature, this one's disposition matched the other Ancestor Witches.

Hot-tempered.

Just thinking about the Demon Race now made her unable to hold back.

Finally, Zhu Rong joined in the ruckus.

Di Jiang gradually grew moved as well.

Then, looking at the Ancestor Witches before him, he also stood up.

"Fine. Since all brothers share this thought, let's summon our clansmen, storm the Heavenly Court. From now on, this world—we Ancestor Witches shall take it in hand on behalf of Father God."

With that, the twelve Ancestor Witches immediately began rallying their forces.

Both races had the same idea at the same time—coincidental, one might say.

But in the Primordial World, nothing is ever purely coincidental.

In the Purple Cloud Palace, Hongjun sat in his meditation chamber, watching the Witch and Demon races.

"Like this, once these two races start fighting, I'll make my move."

"This Witch Clan disrespects the Heavenly Dao, disrespects the Sages. This time, they should learn the might of a Sage."

Having said that, he prepared himself.

A Wooden Token even appeared in his hand.

"The Twelve Capital Celestial Evil-Slaying Formation... a bit dangerous. Good thing I snatched Nuwa's Wooden Token last time."

He looked at the token in his hand. It seemed ordinary enough.

But when Nuwa had used it before, he'd seen it in action.

He'd tried it himself—just needed a spark of spiritual energy to activate it.

He'd attempted it, but failed.

Because of that, his wariness of that one deepened another notch.

The Witch Clan and Demon Race had both mustered their forces.

Each headed straight for the other's lair.

They ran into each other halfway.

Di Jiang locked eyes with Di Jun, his gaze brimming with battle intent.

"Witch Clan, what are you up to this time?"

Di Jiang didn't hold back.

"What else? Father God opened up this world. We, the Pangu remnants, naturally take charge on his behalf. You mangy bird don't deserve it."

As he spoke, Divine Treasures appeared in the hands of each Witch.

Seeing this, Eastern Emperor Taiyi burst out laughing.

"You brutes, what are you doing with Divine Treasures? Think we're vegetables for the chopping?"

But no sooner had he spoken than a Long Sword flew straight at him.

"You are a vegetable!"