Deliberations

The Witch-Demon Battlefield.

Sea of Blood and corpses floated in the sea, and severed limbs piled up like mountains.

"Dijiang, how about we call a temporary halt to this battle?"

Di Jun's golden crow imperial robes were already soaked in blood, his face was pale, but the domineering and majestic look in his eyes remained undiminished.

On the opposite side, Dijiang was surrounded by Space Law, and his enormous true form, with six legs and four wings, was also covered with deep, bone-revealing scars.

She was breathing heavily, clearly seriously injured.

"Very well! Di Jun! A thousand years from now, our two clans will settle this once more, this matter of life and death!"

"It's a deal." Di Jun gave him a deep look and nodded with difficulty.

At a single command, the remaining armies of the Lich and Demon races retreated like a receding tide, leaving behind only a devastated battlefield.

Without pausing for a moment, Di Jun rode the demonic clouds and returned to the Demon Clan Heavenly Court outside the Thirty-Three Heavens at top speed.

Upon entering the Lingxiao Treasure Hall, before even tending to his injuries, he ordered Bai Ze beside him, "Prepare generous gifts immediately and come with me to Shouyang Mountain."

She was severely injured, her very essence was damaged, and most of the demon race's high-end combat power was lost.

A thousand years may seem like a long time, but it is actually just a blink of an eye. Without thorough preparation, the demon race will undoubtedly be defeated after a thousand years.

Meanwhile, Laozi was there.

Laozi looked at Di Jun and couldn't help but be secretly shocked.

"Bring me the Laozi we agreed on earlier to help my demon race heal," Di Jun said calmly.

Laozi nodded slightly. The demon race's fate was not yet over, and she could not leave them unsaved.

After a moment's hesitation, she flicked her finger, and a Purple Gold Gourd flew towards Di Jun: "This is the Nine-Turn Golden Elixir. Take care of yourself."

"I'll do my part in the next Witch-Demon War."

After accepting the golden elixir, Di Jun rushed to the Jade Void Palace on Kunlun Mountain.

"I must remind you, if my demon race is destroyed, you too may fall from your Saint Position."

After saving him with a single sentence, Di Jun vanished completely.

Laozi sighed softly and pondered a solution.

Kunlun Mountain.

Yuanshi's attitude was much colder than Laozi's; she had always looked down on creatures with fur and horns, born from moisture and eggs.

However, Di Jun also considered himself a legitimate member of the Xuanmen lineage and was very courteous. In addition, with Laozi preceding him, he couldn't refuse to save face.

"Yuanshi, this great battle has caused immense damage. Bring me the Houtian Spiritual Treasure we agreed upon," Di Jun said directly.

Yuanshi snorted coldly, waved his sleeve, and the magical treasure floated in front of Di Jun.

Having obtained the elixirs and spiritual treasures, Di Jun immediately returned to the Heavenly Court to begin preparations for battle and recuperation.

Purple Heavens Palace.

As the Witch-Demon War came to an end, countless beings perished, their essence, spirit, and soul all turning into nourishment, which was then given back to the Primordial Heavenly Dao.

A will descended upon Hongjun.

"Hongjun, the time has come, quickly merge with the Dao."

Hongjun sat cross-legged on the futon, his beautiful face furrowed, and a hint of resistance flashed in his cold eyes.

To be in harmony with the Dao means that her self-awareness will be assimilated by the Dao of Heaven, and she will become a part of the Dao of Heaven, with no more joy, anger, sorrow or happiness, only absolute reason and fairness.

Was she still herself then?

"The ways of Heaven still have unresolved uncertainties."

Hongjun slowly spoke, "Some Fragment of the Jade Plate of Creation are still lost in the chaos. If they are not retrieved, there may be flaws in the attainment of the Dao, and the Great Dao will not be perfect."

After a moment of silence, the Heavenly Dao spoke indifferently, "Perfect."

Having received the promise, Hongjun felt somewhat relieved.

She knew this was just a delaying tactic, and that Heaven was giving her very little time.

In a flash, a divine thought traversed endless time and space and was transmitted there.

Deep within the Demon Realm, in a palace shrouded in demonic energy, springtime beauty abounds.

Luohu coiled around Chu Feng like a beautiful serpent, a satisfied blush on her stunningly beautiful face. Her alluring eyes gazed at the man beneath her— Chu Feng.

This was her husband. Just as the two were lost in passion, a clear, urgent voice rang in Chu Feng's mind.

"You scoundrel, come to the depths of chaos at once! It's urgent!"

Chu Feng's body stiffened abruptly.

Luohu instantly noticed his unease. Her eyebrows furrowed, and a hint of displeasure flashed in her eyes. "What's wrong? Which blind slut dares to interrupt my good time at a time like this?"

Chu Feng gave a wry smile, gently patted her back, and comforted her, "It's Hongjun."

Upon hearing this name, Luohu's expression changed, and the murderous aura in his eyes subsided considerably, replaced by a solemn expression.

She snorted, rolled off Chu Feng, straightened her disheveled clothes, and said, "She's looking for you, it can't be anything small. Go on, don't keep her waiting."

Luohu has come to terms with it; the position of leader has already been decided.

As long as she doesn't die, Hongjun will always be a concubine.

Now that Chu Feng powerful, it would be quite interesting to witness him attain the Great Dao together.

Chu Feng nodded, knowing the priorities.

He quickly dressed, kissed Luohu on the forehead, and in a flash, disappeared from the Demon Palace, fleeing into the depths of chaos.

In the chaos, Earth Fire, water, and wind raged, and spacetime flowed erratically.

As soon as Chu Feng appeared, a purple light flashed not far away, and Hongjun's figure quietly appeared.

Her expression was grave, and a deep worry lingered between her brows.

"What's wrong? Why are you in such a hurry to find me?"

Chu Feng cut to the chase and asked.

"The Heavenly Dao is urging me to merge with it."

Hongjun's voice carried a hint of weariness. "The Witch-Demon War resulted in the fall of billions of lives, greatly increasing the power of the Heavenly Dao. She can no longer wait."

Upon hearing this, Chu Feng's brows furrowed instantly, and he inwardly knew something was wrong.

Once Hongjun merges with the Dao, all his previous plans will vanish, and he himself will even face the Great Wind of being purged by the Heavenly Dao.

Hongjun once said that the Heavenly Dao had not destroyed him before because the Human Race had not yet been created.

Now that the Human Race has emerged, it's highly likely that I'm no longer of any use to the Heavenly Dao.

Moreover, his strength had already reached the Hunyuan Taiji Immortal Venerable, only one major realm away from the Heavenly Dao.

The Heavenly Dao has become stronger, but the exact extent of that increase is still unclear.

If Heaven decides to target you, you could very well die on the spot.

"It seems we need to come up with a foolproof plan."

Hongjun nodded in agreement.

Chu Feng's mind stirred, and a beam of Mystic Light shot out from between his brows, transforming into another figure in the chaos— Male Hongjun.

As soon as he appeared, he looked at Chu Feng and Hongjun and slowly asked, "What happened? Has something unexpected happened in the Primordial World?"

Chu Feng took a deep breath and recounted in detail how the Heavenly Dao urged him to merge with the Dao.

"Not only that,"

Hongjun added from the side, his expression growing increasingly grave, "Just now, I sensed that the will of Heaven is at least 30% stronger than before the Witch-Demon War."

She has devoured the essence of too many living beings; her current power has exceeded our expectations.

This news caused all three people present to fall silent.

The stronger Heaven's will becomes, the slimmer their chances of success become.

After a long silence, Male Hongjun's lips curled into a cold smile, "Things have come to this point, worrying is useless. I do have a plan that might resolve this crisis..."

"What plan?"

Chu Feng and Hongjun both looked at him...