Demon Race, Three Saints from One Sect!

"No failure? What do you mean?"

Jieyin looked at the suddenly changed Zhunti, his withered face full of confusion.

A sharp glint flashed in Zhunti's eyes, the earlier chagrin gone, replaced by a piercing insight into the Heavenly Secrets.

"Senior Brother, tell me... can Di Jun and Tai Yi truly succeed?"

Jieyin was silent for a moment, then said bitterly, "They must succeed. Even Di Jun's offspring could undergo nirvana—there's no reason these two would fail!"

His words carried a trace of helplessness before the astonishing talent of the Demon Race's two Emperors.

If not for their origins in the West and the Dao Ancestor's wish to restore it, relying solely on their innate roots and talent, they didn't even think they could compare to Tai Yi and Di Jun!

Those two were themselves beings of extraordinary brilliance!

Indeed, if Di Jun hadn't taken pity on the world's suffering, descended from the heavens, and founded the concept of the Demon Race, he and Tai Yi could even now hover above the myriad realms, watching the world's struggles with a laugh.

Even a Saint wouldn't dare point fingers at them.

If Di Jun truly sensed a crisis, he could simply hide in the Sun Star—who would dare enter and fight?

Even Minghe, born from the Blood Sea and tainted by the most yin, evil, filthy, and corrupt fortune, was not something a Saint would casually destroy—let alone the Sun Star!

If the Sun Star were truly detonated, the entire Great Desolation World would have no future.

No one dared bear that karma.

That was Di Jun and Tai Yi's foundation and escape route!

But fortunately, they entered the game themselves, founding the Demon Race, which entangled them in more trivial matters.

Even so, the two remained supreme beneath the Saints of the Great Desolation.

If even their son could undergo nirvana, how could they possibly fail?

"Exactly!" Zhunti's lips curled into a profound, knowing smile. "There's absolutely no way they can fail!"

"A Primordial Unity Golden Immortal body can nirvana into an Ancestral Witch-level Body—once Di Jun and Tai Yi comprehend such mysteries, they'll only grow stronger! Even..."

"Even possibly use this to condense the Primordial Dao Fruit and glimpse the realm of the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal of the Origin!"

"Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal of the Origin!" At these words, Jieyin's already sorrowful face drained of all color.

A vast shock and deep helplessness surfaced, as if the heavens themselves had collapsed onto the barren lands of the West.

"Three Saints from one house! If the Demon Race produces three Saints, who in this Great Desolation Heaven and Earth can restrain them? What hope is there for the West's revival? How can the Great Vow be fulfilled?"

He seemed to see the Western lands sinking forever under the Demon Race's unmatched might, the grand vow of revival turning to dust.

"No, no, no! Senior Brother, you're wrong!"

Zhunti shook his head fiercely, a calculating gleam in his eyes.

"I'm wrong?" Jieyin was bewildered.

"You're wrong! Though the plan didn't go as we expected, and the Golden Crow Nirvana disrupted the layout, this outcome isn't a dead end—it hides a turning point, with plenty of room to recover!"

"Still recoverable? How?"

A faint spark of hope lit in Jieyin's eyes.

Zhunti's gaze burned as he guided him step by step: "Senior Brother, think—if the Demon Race truly has three Saints, who would feel the greatest threat, the most restless?"

"The greatest threat? Naturally, the Witch Race! Their blood feud with the Demon Race runs deep, their conflict has long..."

Jieyin's voice cut off abruptly, his murky eyes suddenly blazing with insight.

"Right! If the Demon Race has three Saints, the Witch Race's destruction is imminent! Once the Witch Race falls, Buzhou Mountain..."

"Exactly!" Zhunti clapped his hands with a laugh, his face bright with the joy of clearing clouds to see the sun.

"With the Witch Race gone, Buzhou Mountain's barrier vanishes! All beings of the Great Desolation can come and go freely. The West can welcome countless creatures—isn't the chance for our great revival still here?"

"Junior Brother, this is truly a case of mountains and rivers leading nowhere, only to find a village in the shade of willows!"

Jieyin's sorrowful expression eased slightly, moved by this sudden turn of fortune.

A rare, bitter relief appeared on his face.

Yet this relief lasted only a moment. His brow furrowed again, deepening his worry: "No!"

"If the Demon Race truly has three Saints, their fortune will dominate the ages, ruling the Great Desolation. Even if beings flood into the West, they will surely follow the Demon Court's decrees and submit to its rule."

"In this process, we may become mere vassals, working for others' gain. The grand vow of revival... will ultimately be a moon in the water, a flower in the mirror—no real benefit!"

In an instant, he saw the deeper trap.

"Senior Brother sees clearly! With three Saints, the Demon Race leaves us nothing—our situation grows even worse."

"So?" Jieyin pressed.

A cold gleam flashed in Zhunti's eyes as he spoke with a chilling tone: "So... we simply don't let them have three saints in one clan, isn't that right?"

"Don't let them?"

"Exactly! Don't let them!" Zhunti's voice dropped even lower, carrying a resolve that would cut through anything. "What we must do next is..."

His lips moved slightly, using a sage's power to seal off the Heavenly Secrets, detailing his venomous scheme.

Jieyin listened, the bitterness on his face gradually replaced by ruthlessness and calculation, and finally nodded heavily.

At the foot of Buzhou Mountain, inside Pangu Hall.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches had gathered, the oppressive atmosphere causing even the divine flames in the hall to flicker unsteadily.

"Roar--! Damned feathered beasts! Not a single one of them died? Were Hou Yi's divine arrows made of mud or what?"

Qiang Liang raged like thunder, his giant fist brimming with destructive force slamming heavily into the thick pillar of Pangu Hall.

A deafening, dull boom echoed, and the ancient divine patterns flickered in response.

His gaze turned toward Di Jiang's direction, where a Great Witch lay on the ground.

It was Da Yi, whom Di Jiang had rescued on a whim.

Unfortunately, he was still unconscious, showing no reaction to Qiang Liang's fury.

As Qiang Liang's words fell, a towering figure among the Ancestral Witches slowly turned.

"Brother Qiang Liang, are you saying there's something wrong with the Sun-Shooting Arrows I forged?"

Qiang Liang's furious form stiffened: "Haha, Sister Xuanming, don't be angry. I was just speaking recklessly just now."

"It has nothing to do with the Sun-Shooting Arrows. It's all those damned Golden Crows—why couldn't they just die? They had to undergo Nirvana."

Hearing this, Xuanming silently turned away and said no more.

A cold gleam flashed in Gong Gong's eyes: "Nirvana? Hmph! Just a desperate trick to cling to life! Even if they come back, I'll crush them to death again!"

Zhu Rong's divine flames surged around him, scorching and distorting space itself: "Di Jun and Tai Yi still want to undergo Nirvana? Wishful thinking!"

"Big Brother! Strike while they're down! Let's rally our warriors now, charge to the Sun Star, tear apart that bird's nest, and burn all their eggs!"

Di Jiang sat upright in the main seat.

His form flickered in and out of view amid the subtle ripples of space, his aura the most vast and profound.

Did he not want to storm the Demon Court right now?

But who could stand against Saint Nuwa?

If they couldn't, wouldn't charging in be suicide?

He slowly raised his hand, and an invisible force of space spread out, instantly suppressing the clamor and killing intent of the other Ancestral Witches.

"Calm down! That the Golden Crows didn't die is indeed unexpected. That brat Lu Jun is full of oddities."

His deep gaze swept over his brothers and sisters, finally landing on Houtu, who was relatively composed and gentle.

"Sister Houtu, you have a sharp mind. What do you think of this matter?"

Houtu furrowed her delicate brows, her clear eyes filled with deep thought and concern.

"Elder Brother, this method of Golden Crow Nirvana has never been heard of before. If the Ten Great Golden Crow Princes hadn't been pushed to the brink, they would never have awakened such a divine ability."

"If Di Jun and Tai Yi ever dare to take such a risky move, they must have an earth-shattering backing. Their chances of success are not small."

"If they truly succeed, the Demon Race's power will skyrocket, and it could trigger a cataclysm that overturns the Prehistoric World."

"Moreover, those two sages from the West are secretly stirring trouble—their intentions are despicable!"

"Since they didn't get what they wanted this time, they won't let it go easily."

"We must be doubly vigilant, guard against their poisonous schemes, and prevent them from igniting war and pushing our race into an abyss of no return!"

Di Jiang nodded slowly: "Sister speaks wisely."

"Pass down the order! All twelve tribes are to enter the highest state of combat readiness immediately, especially those near the Demon Court's Star Domain—fortify defenses!"

He suddenly stood up, the power of space rippling violently, echoing through Pangu Hall.

"At the same time, mobilize all witch artifacts capable of spying on the stars of the heavens. Order the Great Witches to take shifts day and night and keep a death-grip watch on the Sun Star!"

"If Di Jun and Tai Yi truly dare to trigger celestial anomalies and attempt Nirvana, that will be the moment our Witch Race, with all our strength, dyes the sky with blood, crushes the heavens, and fights the Demon Race to the death!"

"Fight! Fight! Fight!" The other Ancestral Witches roared in unison.

A savage surge of battle intent and deathly Sha Qi shot into the sky, swirling and echoing within Pangu Hall, as if it would tear this very world apart!

The Killing Qi solidified like iron.

Just then!

Outside Pangu Hall, above the vast and desolate Buzhou Mountain range, ripples appeared in space without any warning.

"Hmm? Who dares to spy on the sacred Pangu Hall?"