All six Saints ordained by the Heavenly Dao had taken their places in Purple Heaven Palace. Taiyi, Di Jun, and the Ancestral Witches finally grew anxious.
Xuanming had gone to the Netherworld World, and only ten Ancestral Witches remained stationed inside Pangu Hall.
Gonggong could neither sit nor stand at ease. He suddenly smashed the stone table with a punch. "The Six Saints of the Heavenly Dao have their eyes fixed on our Witch Clan now. Are we supposed to just sit here and wait for death?"
Dijiang's temper flared as well. He shouted angrily, "Then tell me, what should we do?"
Zhu Jiuyin looked at Zhurong, Shebishi, and the others, seeming to hesitate before speaking. In a deep voice, he said, "Say whatever you have to say. We are Ancestral Witches who stand tall beneath heaven and earth. Why hide anything from one another?"
Tianwu gave a wicked smile and lowered his voice. "Heavenly Water!"
"Have you lost your mind?" Zhu Jiuyin exploded at once, his gaze sharp as blades. "Is the Heavenly River something you can set your sights on? If you dare touch it, the Heavenly Emperor will kill you before the Saints even make a move!"
Tianwu's expression stiffened after being rebuked. He turned his face away resentfully and could no longer say a word. Gonggong, however, seemed lost in thought.
Jumang spoke calmly. "The current situation may not necessarily be a bad thing. The Witch Clan, Demon Clan, and human race are maintaining a delicate balance. War has never been a good way to break a deadlock."
Qiangliang spoke heavily. "Do not forget our goal. The Witch Clan is one matter, but attaining the Dao is the most urgent matter. Our little sister is about to become the Earth Dao Spokesperson. What are we doing?"