Inside the Sun Palace, fine wine and delicacies were laid out before them. As everyone toasted one another, they were in no hurry to discuss their insights into attaining the Dao. Instead, they heatedly discussed the collapse of Buzhou Mountain.
Meanwhile, Dijiang and the other ancestral witches were beside themselves with anxiety. The many Great Witches they had dispatched returned one after another, and the news they brought made the ancestral witches' eyes split with rage—The Three Pure Ones had shut themselves away, Jieyin and Zhunti had flatly refused, and Nuwa had secluded herself in the Nuwa Palace, nowhere to be seen.
Across the Primordial World, not a single Saint was willing to lend a hand. The waters of the Heavenly River poured down in torrents, and the Witch Clan's fortune continued to drain away.
Brother, what should we do?
Those Saints clearly intended to watch our Witch Clan's fortune collapse.
The ancestral witches were restless and anxious. Though they sensed that something was amiss, they could do nothing about it. As they watched the gap in the heavens steadily widen, their expressions grew increasingly grim.
Second Brother, do you have a solution?
Dijiang turned his gaze toward Zhu Jiuyin. At this moment, only Zhu Jiuyin, who wielded the Law of Time and could glimpse the future, might offer a sliver of hope.
Zhu Jiuyin's expression shifted as he struggled inwardly. In the future he had foreseen, every possible choice would force the Witch Clan to pay a terrible price.
Second Brother!
You must have a way!
Seeing this, hope flared in Qiangliang and the others' eyes.
There was indeed a solution. Zhu Jiuyin gritted his teeth. "Completely tear open the breach in the heavens and let the Heavenly River flood back into the Primordial World. To protect the