The moment those words were spoken, Jieyin and Zhunti's expressions changed drastically.
The world's balance of power was about to change.
According to the World Lord, the rise of the Earthly Dao and Humanity Dao was inevitable.
This was hardly good news for them. After all, the Earthly Dao represented the Witch Clan, while Humanity Dao represented Nuwa.
Under such circumstances, did that not mean Houtu and Nuwa would rise to prominence, perhaps even surpass the Saints and reach a level comparable to Dao Ancestor Hongjun?
For a time, the two were overcome with turmoil. When they thought of how they had offended Houtu and Nuwa, cold sweat continuously beaded on their foreheads.
"Jiao'er."
Yaoji, on the other hand, stepped forward at once, intending to embrace Yang Jiao.
After all, he was her eldest son. Even if his foundation and bloodline had changed, his primordial spirit was still that of her eldest son.
"Princess Yaoji, please stop!"
Seeing this, Yang Jiao took a step back to avoid Yaoji's embrace. With an indifferent expression, he said, "I am the young master of the Demon Race, not your child."
"From the moment you took Yang Jian and Yang Chan away and abandoned me, the debt I owed you for giving birth to me was repaid in full. I am now a member of the Demon Race. I have only one Father God, and that is Luohu!"
As soon as those words fell, the entire place fell deathly silent.
No one had expected Yang Jiao to be so decisive and unfeeling.
Yet it could not be denied that this was indeed the truth. In the memories they had seen earlier, when danger came, the ones Yaoji sent away were Yang Jian and Yang Chan.
The ones left behind to face the celestial soldiers