But just as despair set in, Dao Ancestor Hongjun appeared and expressly forbade Houtu from leaving the Six Paths of Reincarnation.
To him, this decree was no different from finding a way out of certain death!
From then on, the Witch Race could no longer form the Twelve Capital Celestial Evil Slaying Formation, and their combat power would be greatly diminished.
Meanwhile, Dijun already possessed the potential of a Sub-Saint, and the Grand Formation of the Stars could rival the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation.
With one side weakening while the other grew stronger, the outcome had become abundantly clear.
"Hahaha! Houtu is trapped in reincarnation, and the Twelve Ancestral Witches are incomplete from this day onward!"
"Without the Capital Formation, what right does the Witch Race have to contend with my Heavenly Court?"
Before the Eastern Emperor's laughter had faded, Dijun smiled and echoed him:
"Indeed.
Now that the Witch Race has declined, the rise of the Heavenly Court is the inevitable trend. Those who follow Heaven's will shall prosper; none can defy it!"
His face was full of smiles, and he paid no heed at all to the drop of Ancestral Witch essence blood Tongtian had given Dijiang.
It was not because he underestimated it, but because he knew well—what sort of beings were Ancestral Witches? How could a single drop of essence blood so easily create another?
Otherwise, after countless ages, how could the Witch Race have produced only twelve Ancestral Witches?
On Kunlun Mountain, within Jade Void Palace.
Yuanshi sat atop a Lotus Platform, his breathing slightly hurried as longing filled his eyes.
"Eldest Brother, the Underworld now gathers boundless fortune and merit. Should we... make a move as well?"
He had only just taken in the Twelve Golden Immortals, and had hundreds of registered