Ice Peng landed and calmly began to feast on his prey.
But his master had long since given strict orders: he was not to linger.
He swallowed the flesh and blood in a few bites. Just as his stomach reached eighty percent full, he spread his wings and shot into the clouds, racing toward the depths of the Northern Darkness Deep Sea.
His most urgent task was to swiftly summon thirty thousand elite demon soldiers, then follow the sensation transmitted by his master and uncover the person behind that wisp of Solar True Fire Dao charm as soon as possible.
There could not be the slightest mishap in a matter of such importance.
He murmured inwardly as his wings sliced through the rushing winds, carrying him farther and farther away.
On the other side—
Dijun and Eastern Emperor Taiyi, the two brothers, were standing by the shore of the isolated island where they had been born, beginning to recruit followers.
After a period of secluded cultivation, both of their cultivation had surged by leaps and bounds.
Yet "progress" was not quite the right word. More accurately, their former foundations were rapidly reviving.
At their peak, both Dijun and Eastern Emperor Taiyi had reached the consummate Quasi-Saint realm, even faintly touching the threshold of Sub-Saint, firmly seated at the summit of cultivation in the Primordial Wilderness.
Unfortunately, the final battle between the witches and demons ended in failure just when victory was within reach.
Rather than surrender, the two had detonated their true forms at the cost of their lives, dragging the Twelve Ancestral Witches down with them.
The bitter cultivation of hundreds of millions of years had vanished in an instant, their cultivation plummeting to the Peak Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm.
Fortunately, their comprehension of the Great Dao remained.