Demon Race, Three Saints in One Family!

"What do you mean, there was no failure?"

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

A sharp gleam flashed through Zhunti's eyes. His previous frustration was gone, replaced by the keen edge of one who had seen through the Heavenly Secrets.

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

Jieyin fell silent for a moment, then said bitterly, "They will certainly succeed. Even Di Jun's offspring managed Nirvana; there is no reason those two could fail!"

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

If not for their roots lying in the Western Lands, and the Dao Ancestor's wish to rebuild the Western Lands,

then based on roots and talent alone, they did not even believe themselves capable of matching Tai Yi and Di Jun!

Those two had always been peerless geniuses!

Indeed, if Di Jun had not held the world in his heart, unable to bear the suffering of all beings, descending from the heavens to establish the concept of the Demon Race,

then Di Jun and Tai Yi could have remained high above the Heavens, smiling as they watched the world contend below.

Even Saints would not dare point fingers at them.

If Di Jun truly sensed danger, he could simply hide within the Sun Star. Who would dare enter and fight him?

Even Saints did not dare casually destroy someone like Minghe, born of the Blood Sea and tainted by the fortune of utmost yin, evil, filth, and defilement—much less 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 confidence and their way out!

But fortunately, they had entered the game themselves and founded the Demon Race, allowing countless trivial matters to entangle them.

Even so, the two remained among the strongest beneath the Saints of the Prehistoric World.

Even their sons could achieve Nirvana. How could those two possibly fail?

"Exactly!" Zhunti's lips curled into an unfathomable smile. "There is absolutely no chance of their failure!"

"A Grand Unity Immortal body can undergo Nirvana and emerge with an Ancestral Witch-level Body. Once Di Jun and Tai Yi comprehend such profound mysteries, they will only become stronger! They might even..."

"They might even use this to condense a Primordial Dao Fruit and glimpse the realm of the Primordial Grand Unity Golden Immortal!"

"Primordial Grand Unity Golden Immortal!" At those words, the last trace of color drained from Jieyin's already sorrowful face.

Immense shock and profound powerlessness surfaced within him, as though the heavens had collapsed onto the barren earth of the Western Lands.

"Three Saints in one family! If the Demon Race has three Saints in one family, who in this Great Desolation Heaven and Earth can still restrain them? What hope remains for the revival of the Western Lands? How can our Great Vow ever be fulfilled?"

He seemed to see the lands of the West sinking forever beneath the Demon Race's supreme might, their Great Vow of revival becoming nothing but a shattered dream.

"No, no, no! Senior Brother, you are wrong!"

Zhunti abruptly shook his head, calculation gleaming in his eyes.

"I am wrong?" Jieyin asked blankly.

"You are wrong! Although the plan did not proceed as we expected, and the Golden Crow Nirvana disrupted our arrangements,

the current result is not a dead end. On the contrary, it conceals a turning point, and there is still ample room for recovery!"

"It can still be salvaged? How?"

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

Zhunti fixed his burning gaze on him and patiently guided him. "Senior Brother, think about it. If the Demon Race truly has three Saints in one family, who would feel the greatest threat and lose sleep over it?"

"The greatest threat? Naturally, the Witch Race! They share a blood feud with the Demon Race, and their conflict has long since..."

Jieyin's voice abruptly stopped. A brilliant light burst from his cloudy eyes.

"That's right! If the Demon Race has three Saints in one family, the Witch Race will be destroyed in an instant! Once the Witch Race is destroyed, then Buzhou Mountain..."

"Exactly!" Zhunti clapped and laughed, his face filled with the joy of clouds parting to reveal the sun.

"Once the Witch Race is gone, Buzhou Mountain's barrier will vanish! All living beings of the Prehistoric World will be free to travel. If the Western Lands take in countless beings, will our chance for great prosperity not still remain?"

"Junior Brother, this is truly the end of the road amid mountains and rivers, only to find another village beyond the shaded willows and blooming flowers!"

The sorrow on Jieyin's face eased somewhat, moved by this sudden turn of events.

A rare trace of bitter relief appeared on his face.

However, that relief lasted only a moment. His brows furrowed again, and his worry deepened. "No!"

"If the Demon Race truly has three Saints in one family, its fortune will inevitably overshadow all ages and rule the Prehistoric World."

"By then, even if living beings flood into the Western Lands, they will surely follow the Heavenly Court's decrees and remain under its control."

"In this process, we may become mere dependents, making wedding clothes for others. Our Great Vow of revival... will ultimately be Mirror Flower Water Moon, with no real benefit to be gained!"

In an instant, he saw through the deeper predicament.

"Senior Brother sees clearly! If the Demon Race has three Saints in one family, we truly gain nothing. Our situation may even become more difficult."

"Then?" Jieyin pressed.

A cold glint flashed through Zhunti's eyes, and his tone turned grim. "Then... we simply do not let them become three Saints in one family."

"Not let them?"

"That's right! Not let them!" Zhunti lowered his voice further, carrying a resolve to cut off everything. "What we must do next is..."

His lips moved slightly. Using the power of a Saint to obscure the Heavenly Secrets, he carefully laid out the rest of his vicious scheme.

As Jieyin listened, the sorrow on his face was gradually replaced by ruthlessness and calculation. In the end, he nodded heavily.

Beneath Buzhou Mountain, Pangu Hall.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches had gathered. The oppressive atmosphere made even the divine flames within the hall flicker unstably.

"Roar—! Those damned feathered beasts! Not a single one of them died? Are Da Yi's divine arrows made of mud?"

Qiang Liang raged like thunder, his massive fist containing the power of destruction smashing fiercely into a thick pillar of Pangu Hall.

A deafening, muffled boom rang out, and even the ancient divine patterns flickered erratically.

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

It was Da Yi, whom Di Jiang had casually rescued.

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

As soon as Qiang Liang spoke, a towering figure of an Ancestral Witch within the hall slowly turned her head.

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

Qiang Liang's furious body stiffened. "Hahaha, Sister Xuanming, do not be angry. Your brother merely spoke without thinking."

"It has nothing to do with the Sun-Shooting Arrows. It is all because of those damned Golden Crows. Why did they not die? Why did they have to undergo Nirvana?"

Upon hearing this, Xuanming silently turned away and said nothing more.

Cold light flashed in Gong Gong's eyes. "Nirvana? Hmph! It is merely a deceptive trick to keep lingering on! Even if they come back to life, I can crush them to death again!"

Divine flames surged around Zhu Rong, scorching space itself until it twisted. "Di Jun and Tai Yi want Nirvana too? Wishful thinking!"

"Big Brother! Strike while they are sick and take their lives! Let us gather our warriors and charge straight to the Sun Star, overturn that bird nest, and burn all their eggs!"

Di Jiang sat upon the seat of honor.

His body flickered in and out of view amid subtle ripples in space, his aura the most vast and solemn of all.

Did he not want to charge into the Heavenly Court now?

But who could resist Saint Nuwa?

If they could not stop her, would the Witch Race not simply be courting death by attacking?

He slowly raised a hand. An invisible and immense Power of Space spread outward, instantly suppressing the clamor and killing intent of the Ancestral Witches.

"Calm yourselves! The Golden Crows' survival was indeed beyond expectations. There is something strange about that brat Lu Jun."

His profound gaze swept across his brothers and sisters before finally resting on Houtu, whose disposition was relatively calm and gentle.

"Sister Houtu, your thoughts are meticulous. What do you think of this matter?"

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

"Elder Brother, this Golden Crow Nirvana method has never been heard of before. If the Ten Great Golden Crow Princes had not been forced into a dead end this time, they could not have awakened such a divine ability."

"If Di Jun and Tai Yi dare take such a risk in the future, they must possess an astonishing foundation. Their chances of success are not small."

"If they truly succeed, the Demon Race's strength will surely soar dramatically, and it may bring about a calamitous upheaval capable of overturning the Prehistoric World."

"Moreover, those two Saints of the Western Lands have been secretly stirring trouble. Their intentions deserve condemnation!"

"Having failed to get what they wanted this time, they will never let the matter rest."

"We must remain doubly vigilant and guard against them using further schemes to provoke war and push our race into a place of eternal damnation!"

Di Jiang slowly nodded. "Sister speaks wisely."

"Pass down the order! From this moment onward, all twelve tribes shall enter the highest state of war readiness. The tribes near the Heavenly Court Star Domain of the Demon Race must be especially vigilant and defend to the death!"

He abruptly rose to his feet. The Power of Space surged violently, his voice resounding throughout Pangu Hall.

"At the same time, mobilize every Witch artifact capable of observing All Heavenly Stars. Order the Great Witches to take shifts day and night and keep a close watch on the Sun Star!"

"If Di Jun and Tai Yi truly dare trigger heavenly phenomena and attempt Nirvana, then it will be the moment for our Witch Race to mobilize the entire race, stain the heavens with blood, shatter the Firmament Palace, and fight the Demon Race to the death!"

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

Wild battle intent and death-defying killing Qi soared into the sky, surging and reverberating through Pangu Hall as though they would tear apart heaven and earth itself!

The Killing Qi froze solid as iron.

At that moment!

Above the vast and boundless domain of Buzhou Mountain outside Pangu Hall, space rippled in layers without warning.

"Hm? Who dares spy upon Pangu's sacred hall!"