After Hong Yun's round of persuasion, the restless hearts of the Twelve Ancestral Witches were temporarily soothed.
Over the years, they had witnessed every single thing Hong Yun had planned for the Wu Clan. The Wu Clan's current prosperity was entirely due to Hong Yun's schemes.
Even if they had concerns in their hearts, as long as Hong Yun spoke, they would obey without thinking, simply because Hong Yun had never been wrong.
"Alright, we'll listen to you."
While Hong Yun and the others were conversing through voice transmission, five figures entered from outside the hall, surrounded by Bai Ze and a group of subordinates.
They were Di Jun, Tai Yi, Fuxi, Nuwa, and Kunpeng.
Di Jun walked at the very front, clad in a golden imperial robe embroidered with flame patterns and Three-legged Golden Crows. A white jade imperial crown rested upon his head as he strode with the gait of a dragon and tiger.
Compared to the hidden dragon lying in the abyss he had been before, Di Jun now truly revealed his edge.
The imperial aura around him was so dense it was frightening.
Everyone involuntarily looked toward Eastern Prince, only to find his expression incomparably gloomy.
Eastern Prince, who had likewise established a faction of his own, looked exactly like a false emperor when set against Di Jun.
Forget Di Jun—even the imperial auras surrounding Tai Yi and Fuxi were far stronger than Eastern Prince's.
They too wore crowns and dragon robes.
However, compared to Di Jun's purity, Tai Yi's imperial aura contained a measure of domineering tyranny, while Fuxi was as gentle and refined as jade.
Nuwa's attire, meanwhile, made Hong Yun's eyes light up.
A vermilion phoenix crown adorned her head, while a bright red ceremonial gown woven from cloud brocade, heavenly silk, and