Di Jun's Self-Doubt, Heavenly Dao's Solution

The creatures of the Primordial World were all observing the Witch Clan.

But none dared to get too close.

After all, no one wanted to be misunderstood.

If they were caught by the Witch Clan at this time and labeled with some accusation, leading to a fight, things wouldn't be so pleasant.

Everything within the Witch Clan seemed normal, although the Ancestor Witches still hadn't responded, causing a bit of panic in everyone's hearts.

However, due to the presence of Great Witches like Kuafu.

They managed to conceal the truth for the time being.

They continued to develop normally, creating the illusion for the outside world that the Ancestor Witches were fine.

The Witch Clan even began further expansion.

At this time, the Primordial World, upon seeing this race, was filled with nothing but panic.

Even the two Demon Emperors above were extremely flustered.

What were they most afraid of?

Right now, they were most afraid of seeing the Twelve Ancestor Witches.

Eastern Emperor Taiyi stood in the Heavenly Court, watching countless creatures collectively trying to withdraw from the Witch Clan, feeling a bit defeated.

Di Jun's face was even more empty and lifeless.

"How could this be, how could this be?"

"Why is it like this?"

Di Jun couldn't accept it.

He couldn't understand why the Witch Clan could cultivate to the Quasi-Sage level.

He couldn't understand why the Witch Clan could use Spiritual Treasures.

He couldn't understand why the Witch Clan had such a powerful body technique.

He couldn't understand any of it.

In just a moment, he was completely stunned.

Then, looking at the situation before him, he couldn't help but sit there and say.

"Tai Yi, are we really not worthy of becoming the Heavenly Emperor, not worthy of controlling this Primordial World?"

Hearing this, Eastern Emperor Taiyi sighed.

He was a bit reckless, but it wasn't as if he didn't understand anything.

Just looking at his brother like this, he could only sit beside him and say.

"Brother, since you were able to obtain the Heavenly Emperor Attainment, you must have the qualifications."

"Please, brother, there's no need to worry about these things. Zixiao Palace is about to open its lecture. Once we obtain the means to become Saints, we will still have a fighting chance against the Witch Clan."

He thought that with the Quasi-Sage cultivation, defeating the Witch Clan would be easy.

He never expected such a change to occur.

After this battle, although the Witch Clan didn't directly kill them in the end.

The Demon Race's fortune plummeted to the very bottom.

Many demons even directly broke away and regained their freedom, not daring to stay in the Heavenly Court any longer.

But the matter wasn't over yet. Once they became Saints, wouldn't they be able to defeat them?

That's what he thought, but when Eastern Emperor Taiyi thought of Hongjun's miserable state that day.

He also had some doubts in his heart.

"Become a Saint? Heh, will Saints be able to fight the Witch Clan?"

"There were Saints that day, but what was the result?"

He saw clearly that day when the Witch Clan offered the Twelve Capital Celestial Evil-Slaying Formation.

Even Hongjun's face showed a trace of horror.

Especially when the Pangu Phantom prepared to summon the Pangu Axe.

Could becoming a Saint really defeat them?

It was hard to say, wasn't it?

In just a moment, he felt a bit more dejected.

Then he stood up.

"Let's go."

Eastern Emperor Taiyi also stood up and looked towards the direction of Chaos.

As the two flew out of the Heavenly Court, many people were heading towards Purple Cloud Palace.

When they saw the two of them, many people sighed.

The entire Primordial World was eating this melon.

But as they ate, they felt a little uneasy.

Judging from the Witch Clan's recent movements, it seemed they really wanted to rule over all living beings in the Primordial World.

If things continued like this, what would become of their places of survival?

With everyone feeling insecure, they all began to wonder what this method of becoming a Saint actually was.

Not for anything else, but just for their own little patch of land and self-preservation.

In Purple Cloud Palace, Hongjun sat cross-legged, boundless rage accumulating in his heart.

He wasn't seriously injured when he was sent flying that day.

He just lost face.

The third lecture was about to begin.

He never expected that he, a dignified Saint, the number one Saint of the Primordial World, would lose so much face.

He couldn't beat Yangmei.

He couldn't beat Cheng Yue.

And now, there was another Witch Clan.

Sitting there, he even questioned the Heavenly Dao.

"Didn't you say I could handle it?"

"Is this what you meant by 'handle it'?"

"Heavenly Dao, I trusted you, that's why I cooperated with you like this, but I didn't expect you to deceive me so!"

After saying that, Hongjun's expression suddenly became blank.

Then he opened his mouth and began to speak.

"This is all the work of variables."

"The Great Dao is fifty, the Heavenly Dao derives forty-nine, and humans escape as one."

"Variables can appear at any time, and this is a variable."

After saying that, Hongjun's face returned to its angry appearance.

"If this continues, what will become of us?"

"If this Witch Clan isn't eliminated, neither you nor I will have peace."

"You should have seen the Pangu Phantom that day as well; that was a conscious Pangu's Phantom."

"If it appears again, aren't you afraid that he'll summon the Pangu Axe and cleave you to death with one blow?"

After saying that, Hongjun waited for the other party to reply.

But after waiting for a long time, there was no reaction at all.

It seemed that the other party didn't know what to do either.

Hongjun sat there, scratching his head in frustration.

Then he said in a fit of rage, "Heavenly Dao, what should we do?"

He couldn't think of a solution; this situation had already caught him off guard.

If things continued like this, more things would definitely happen.

The Witch Clan's strength had exceeded expectations.

If the Witch-Demon calamity continued like this, it couldn't be considered a calamity.

It was simply a one-sided crushing.

This was not what he wanted to see.

Then, after looking at the situation in front of him, he said, "Entice Houtu to transform into Reincarnation."

"The Twelve Capital Celestial Evil-Slaying Formation requires all twelve Ancestor Witches to be present to activate it; if Houtu is no longer there, the Witch Clan will be unable to use the Twelve Capital Celestial Evil-Slaying Formation!"

Hearing this, Hongjun was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

However, he was a little annoyed that the Heavenly Dao hadn't revealed any of these things to him.

In truth, the two were in a cooperative relationship.

But now, the Heavenly Dao controlled far more information than he did.

If things continued like this, he could only follow the Heavenly Dao's guidance.

This feeling was also uncomfortable.

However, he didn't dare to overthink it.

They were originally one, so if there was an anomaly, the Heavenly Dao would naturally sense it immediately.

He hadn't accumulated enough yet; it wasn't the time to fall out with it.

"Very well, after this sermon, I will do my best to bewitch Houtu."

After saying that, he looked outside Purple Cloud Palace, but at that moment, he thought of another matter.

Nuwa still hasn't made it to Purple Cloud Palace this time; will she still get the Saint position?

After thinking for a moment, Hongjun thought of something, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Even if you don't come, you must still accept this Primordial Violet Qi."

"A Saint must still come to be, to become a puppet of the Heavenly Dao!"

After saying that, a wisp of Primordial Violet Qi appeared in Hongjun's hand.

A flicker flashed in his eyes.