However, the moment this thought arose, Di Jun, Tai Yi, Kun Peng, and the other supreme beings forcibly extinguished it.
A chill from the depths of their souls kept them from thinking any further.
Go question the Dao Ancestor?
Demand an explanation for the Saints' disappearance?
That would be no different from courting death!
How could they possibly fathom or question the Dao Ancestor's intentions?
The very thought carried immense terror.
Just as the Demon Race's upper ranks were reeling, rendered speechless by this earth-shattering truth, Ancestral Witch Houtu's steady and clear voice rang out, breaking the suffocating silence.
"So, Fellow Daoists Di Jun and Tai Yi, and fellow members of the Demon Race, do you understand now?"
Houtu's gaze swept across Di Jun and Tai Yi before finally settling on the Demon Gods still trapped in shock.
"The reason our Witch Race took the initiative to seek a truce was by no means a temporary expedient, much less a sign of weakness."
"It was because we truly no longer wished to be manipulated by the Two Sages of the West, who had already incurred heavenly condemnation. Nor did we wish for the living beings of the Prehistoric World to be dragged into another needless calamity and squander their origins in vain."
"And whoever plotted against our Witch Race, no matter who they are, must pay the price! That is why we have committed all our strength to attacking the Western Lands and sworn to flatten Mount Sumeru—settling Karma to make an example of them!"
Houtu's voice softened, carrying a trace of candor. "As for the Demon Race... we can restore the former arrangement: demons govern the heavens, witches govern the earth."
"We will each rule within our own boundaries and refrain from invading one another. At least until the