Heavenly Court, Lingxiao Treasure Hall.
Di Jun sat high upon his throne, his gaze beneath the jeweled crown sharp as an eagle's as he swept it over the gathered Demon Clan elites below. Unlike the high spirits before the last campaign, his face now bore greater gravity and killing intent. The Witch Race's fearless charges and the terrifying individual strength of the Twelve Ancestral Witches were branded upon his heart. This battle could not be lost!
"Bai Ze, Fuxi!" Di Jun's voice was steady, carrying the authority of the Heavenly Emperor. "How goes the rehearsal of the Grand Formation of the Stars?"
Bai Ze stepped forward and bowed. "In reply to Your Majesty, Xi Huang and I have worked with all our strength for a hundred years. From the countless members of the Demon Clan, we have selected thirty-six million five hundred thousand elites. They have drilled the formation's transformations day and night, drawing Stellar Power into their bodies. The formation is now complete. At Your Majesty's command, it may summon the Stellar Power and reveal its supreme divine might!" His tone was full of confidence. Over the past century, he and Fuxi had poured their hearts and souls into refining this ancient grand formation until it neared perfection.
Fuxi nodded slightly and added, "The formation's core must use the power of the Moon Star and Sun Star as its foundation. Only then can Yin and Yang complement one another, allowing the Stellar Power to circulate without obstruction." His expression was calm, yet his thoughts churned. Li Cha's instructions still echoed in his ears. He only hoped this formation could subdue the Witch Race without creating too much slaughter, buying Li Cha more time.
Di Jun nodded in satisfaction, then turned his gaze toward the elegant and noble Xi He