A Shocking Guess! The Witch Clan Was Actually Fulfilling Pangu's Wish and Deceiving the Heavenly Dao for Merit!

At the foot of Buzhou Mountain, the atmosphere was blazing hot.

As the final leyline node was perfectly filled with "Pangu Divine Concrete," the spiritual energy concentration throughout the Buzhou Mountain region rose by thirty percent out of thin air.

The mountain was no longer magnificently lifeless. It began to give off a steady, breathing presence rich with the rhythm of life.

Countless newborn spiritual roots and immortal herbs burst through the bare rock walls, gathering into dazzling stretches of immortal scenery.

All Races of the Primordial World watched from afar, every one of them shaken.

No one knew what the Witch Clan was doing. They could only feel that the divine mountain supporting the heavens was undergoing some incredible transformation.

Beyond the Thirty-three Heavens lay the Demon Clan Heavenly Court.

Inside Lingxiao Treasure Hall, there was utter silence.

Di Jun sat upon the imperial throne. Before him floated an ancient scroll-map, its rivers of stars flowing across its surface as it depicted the destiny trajectories of all things in the primordial world.

It was the Innate Supreme Treasure, the River Diagram and Luo Script.

He was deducing the secrets of heaven, attempting to peer through the root of the Witch Clan's recent unusual movements.

Suddenly, Di Jun's movements froze.

He stared fixedly at the starfield on the River Diagram and Luo Script that represented the Witch Clan Destiny.

Originally, it had been a violent, chaotic dark-red nebula filled with bloodshed, disorderly yet boundless, brimming with destructive power.

But now, that dark red was fading at an unbelievable speed, replaced by a heavy, condensed earthy yellow!

What shocked him even more was that this earthy-yellow destiny nebula was no longer rootless. At its foundation, a dazzling pillar of light shot into the sky, firmly linking it to the Imperial Star at the very center of the entire star map—the one representing Buzhou Mountain!

Stable! Unprecedentedly stable!

It was as though the Witch Clan's destiny had transformed overnight from a band of bandits claiming a mountain as their own into an "orthodox lineage" recognized by heaven and earth!

"Something is wrong!"

Di Jun abruptly rose from his throne. His imperial robes stirred without wind, and the suppressed fury and shock around him sent ripples through space itself.

"Brother!" A streak of golden light flashed as Taiyi appeared in the hall, Chaos Bell in hand. He sensed Di Jun's turbulent aura. "What has you so alarmed?"

Di Jun did not answer. He merely raised a finger and pointed at the River Diagram and Luo Script. "See for yourself."

Taiyi followed his gesture. After one glance, the trademark arrogance on his face froze.

"This... how is this possible? How could the destiny of those Witch Clan barbarians who disrespect heaven and earth become so... so heavy and pure?"

An unfamiliar chill rose from Di Jun's tailbone and instantly spread through his entire body.

This exceeded everything he understood. It overturned the natural laws of the Heavenly Dao!

"This could never be achieved through ordinary development." Di Jun's voice was icy, every word seeming to squeeze through clenched teeth. "There must be some grand scheme behind it—perhaps even some unknown variable beyond our knowledge!"

"It is more like..." Di Jun's breathing halted for a moment. "An utterly monstrous genius we know nothing about has emerged within the Witch Clan!"

Just then, Kunpeng, the Demon Master, slowly entered the hall. His sinister eyes were likewise filled with gravity and confusion.

"Your Majesty is correct. I just deduced the fortunes of the Northern Sea and also discovered that the destiny flow of the primordial land has become strange. Its source points directly to Buzhou Mountain."

Kunpeng stepped before the River Diagram and Luo Script, studying the Witch Clan Destiny that had completely turned earthy yellow. He slowly spoke several words. "This manifestation of destiny resembles... the favor of heaven."

"The favor of heaven?!" Taiyi reacted like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, instantly bristling!

"What a joke! In this primordial world, only our Demon Clan are the protagonists! How could the Heavenly Dao favor them?!"

"Quiet." Di Jun raised a hand, stopping Taiyi's rage.

His expression had returned to calm, but beneath that calm surged an even more violent killing intent.

"The protagonists of the primordial world are our Demon Clan. That is destiny. But..." His tone shifted as his finger heavily tapped the center of that earthy-yellow nebula on the River Diagram and Luo Script.

"This variable, this monster, is trying to pry loose that destiny! He does not understand the heavenly numbers, yet he is using a method we cannot comprehend to follow another 'Dao'!"

Kunpeng's heart tightened. "Your Majesty means... Pangu's Legacy?"

"Exactly!"

Golden flames blazed in Di Jun's eyes. "Sorting out the leylines and stabilizing the primordial world—this is Pangu's unfinished work! That Witch Clan monster must have obtained some heaven-defying opportunity and is fulfilling Pangu's 'wish' on his behalf, using it to deceive the Heavenly Dao into granting merit and destiny!"

The moment he spoke, Taiyi and Kunpeng changed expression together. This guess was far more terrifying than any great power assisting the Witch Clan!

If they were allowed to continue this "construction," then in the future Witch-Demon Decisive Battle, who would win and who would lose would truly become unknown!

"This creature must be eliminated!" Di Jun's voice carried no emotion. "We absolutely cannot allow him to continue! No stumbling block may obstruct our Demon Clan's march to rule the primordial world!"

Taiyi stepped forward, his battle intent soaring into the heavens. "Brother, give the order! I will immediately gather the demon gods and flatten Buzhou Mountain!"

"No." Kunpeng immediately objected. "The Witch Clan's destiny is flourishing now, and they are protected by merit. Launching a direct assault on Buzhou Mountain would be the worst option. The first thing we must do is find out who is truly orchestrating all this from behind the scenes."

Di Jun nodded. "The Demon Master's words are sound. To kill a snake, strike its vital spot."

He turned and sat back upon the throne, his gaze piercing through Lingxiao Treasure Hall as though he could see that bustling construction site.

"A 'monster' capable of making even the unruly likes of Gonggong and Zhurong obey, a 'wise man' capable of producing such a shocking plan..." Di Jun lightly tapped the armrest with his fingers, producing steady, soft clicks.

"Transmit my decree."

"Order the demon god Baize to lead one hundred thousand heavenly soldiers to Buzhou Mountain under the pretense of 'inspecting the primordial world and proclaiming the majesty of our Heavenly Court.'"

He paused, a cruel curve appearing on his lips.

"Tell Baize that I do not want him to fight or make trouble. I only want him to... 'accidentally' let a demon cloud lose control and unleash the Nine Heavens Gale. Let us see whether those works they are so proud of are made of paper or stone! And test just how capable that rat hiding behind the scenes truly is!"

Meanwhile, atop the observation platform at the highest point of the Buzhou Mountain construction site.

Xuanzheng lounged lazily on a fur recliner, watching Zhunti—who had been "banished" to mine—being supervised by several Great Witches as he gloomily worked toward his KPI. The corners of Xuanzheng's lips unconsciously curled upward.

Suddenly, the [Karma Scale] in his left hand trembled slightly, while ripples also spread across the surface of the [Script Mirror] in his right hand.

Within the mirror, a phantom image of Lingxiao Treasure Hall flashed by, ultimately leaving behind only a few blurry words:

[New actor about to enter...]

[Role: Baize (Demon Clan strategist)]

[First draft of the script: Acting on an imperial decree to demolish, testing their true strength...]

Houtu had come to his side at some point. Seeing the "innocent" smile on Xuanzheng's face, she asked curiously, "Thirteenth Brother, the Demon Clan has probably already noticed our movements. Aren't you worried?"

Xuanzheng lazily opened one eye, flipped the [Script Mirror] over, and smiled. "Worried? Why would I be?"

"Sister, the funding chain for our Buzhou Mountain Reinforcement Project has always been tight. We have to use many high-grade materials sparingly."

He paused, and a foxlike smile completely unfitting his age appeared on that "innocent" face.

"Now His Majesty the Demon Emperor has personally sent someone to deliver 'investment funds' and 'high-grade construction materials' to us. I couldn't be happier!"