Something's not right!
Something's not right.
Was the timing of the Witch Clan's founding too coincidental?
Was it the unfathomable, terrifying power of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, seemingly originating from the Pangu Bloodline?
Is this the trump card that allows them to so blatantly provoke us?
Or... what trap lies hidden behind this seemingly overwhelming rage and united front, a trap that even they themselves have failed to see through?
Or perhaps... a trace of the inviolable workings of Heavenly Dao?
Di Jun's fingertips unconsciously tapped the Emperor's Seat, the rhythm slow and heavy, as if resonating with the heartbeat of the Primordial Wilderness. He
The anger in his eyes did not subside, but instead settled, transforming into a deep, bottomless pool of cold water.
They saw the inevitability of revenge and sensed the dangers of war.
This decision concerns the life and death of the entire demon race, and cannot be made in the heat of the moment.
"Your Eastern Emperor, I Bai Ze, believe that this action is absolutely unacceptable!"
A clear and steady voice rang out, carrying the power to soothe the restlessness.
The Bai Ze Demon Saint, pure white with a single horn on its head and knowledgeable of all things, stepped out from the demon horde and bowed to Tai Yi and Di Jun.
His wise gaze swept over the enraged demons, and his voice was clear and powerful:
"Our newly established demon race is not yet firmly established. Although we have encompassed the essence of Ten Thousand Races of the Primordial World, this 'unification' is more in name than in substance!"
The old grudges between the tribes have not yet been resolved, the power structure has not been sorted out and integrated, and the governance mechanism is still in its infancy.
The gathering of billions of living beings, seemingly magnificent, is actually like a plate of gold dust. Without being forged in fierce fire or cast in a mold, it cannot become a divine weapon capable of destroying mountains and shattering peaks!
He paused, then emphasized:
"The most important task at present is not to rush into war! Rather, we should devote all our efforts to recruiting and integrating all living beings in the Primordial Wilderness world who have not yet joined the Witch Clan into our Demon Clan's ranks!"
Completely and truly unify the Primordial Wilderness world!
Only then can we make meticulous plans, train battle formations, allocate resources, and cooperate according to the innate supernatural abilities and bloodline characteristics of each race, so as to make the most of every bit of strength!
In this way, the chances of winning against the physically powerful but spiritually inept Witch Clan can be increased by at least 30%!
It should be noted that our race currently holds an absolute advantage in terms of the number of peak combat power— the Quasi-Sage realm!
Wa Huang, Xi Huang, Your Majesty the Eastern Emperor, Your His Majesty the Demon Emperor, and your subjects... what fear do we have of the Twelve Ancestral Witches!
Bai Ze looked earnestly at Di Jun:
"Your Majesty, the Witch Clan's consumption of demons is indeed hateful, and we must avenge this blood feud!"
But revenge cannot be taken in a day or two.
If we hastily raise an army out of momentary indignation, without careful planning and a solid backing, we will pay an extremely heavy price even if we win against the Witch Clan, who are entrenched in the land and familiar with the environment!
Countless fine young demons, countless descendants of races who had just seen hope, will likely sacrifice themselves in vain, their blood flowing like rivers!
Wouldn't this cause pain to our loved ones and joy to our enemies? It would also shake the very foundation of our people's rebirth! I urge Your Majesty to reconsider!"
Bai Ze's analysis was clear and logical, with a clear distinction between advantages and disadvantages. It was like pouring ice water onto a boiling oil pan, slightly cooling down the raging desire for revenge in the hall.
Many powerful demons showed thoughtful expressions, clearly having hit the nail on the head.
However, Tai Yi, whose anger was burning and needed an outlet, could not accept this.
"Bai Ze! You!"
Tai Yi's brows furrowed, and the Solar True Fire rose faintly around him, causing the temperature in the hall to rise suddenly.
The Eastern Emperor Bell he held shimmered with light, as if it were about to strike the world-destroying bell at any moment.
"How can you boost the morale of others while diminishing your own? Are you just going to stand by and watch the Witch Clan continue to slaughter and devour our descendants?"
Watching the Witch Clan grow stronger?
Should we allow the Demon Race Fortune to be devoured and decayed?
Such blood feuds are irreconcilable! They should be annihilated with lightning speed! Why bother...?
"I also believe it is unacceptable."
Just as Tai Yi was about to launch a fierce debate, a clear and melodious voice, as if descending from the heavens and resounding directly in the hearts of everyone present, suddenly entered the ears of all the powerful figures in the hall.
The voice was calm and composed, yet it possessed an indescribable penetrating power and persuasiveness, directly calming Eastern Emperor's anger and agitation.
"The Witch Clan is powerful and deeply rooted in the land. Their tyranny is not something that happened overnight. Revenge cannot be rushed."
Your Majesty, this concerns the flow of the Primordial Wilderness Luck and the survival of countless lives; it truly requires... utmost caution."
As soon as he finished speaking, a ripple silently spread through the space, and a figure in cyan appeared quietly to the right of Di Jun.
The newcomer wore a simple Green Daoist Robe. He had no dazzling divine light or imposing aura around him, only a pair of eyes that were as deep as the ancient Starry Sky, flowing with wisdom that understood the ways of the world and a serene tranquility that transcended worldly affairs.
Standing with his hands behind his back, exuding composure, he seemed out of place in this solemn palace and amidst the raging strife, yet he also appeared to be at the center of all the storms.
"Heavenly Venerate Qing Huan!"
"It is the Heavenly Venerate Qing Huan who has arrived!"
"The Celestial Venerable has arrived! Our demon race is saved!"
The atmosphere in the entire Lingxiao Treasure Hall changed abruptly with the appearance of this figure!
Whether it was Tai Yi, consumed by rage; Di Jun, hesitant and indecisive; Shang Yang, filled with grief and indignation; Bai Ze, arguing vehemently; or even all the powerful demons below, whether agitated or worried, their eyes instantly blazed with an uncontrollable light!
The solemnity, anger, and hesitation of the moment were replaced by an almost blind trust and intense hope!
The atmosphere in the entire Lingxiao Treasure Hall changed abruptly with the appearance of this figure!
The solemnity, anger, and hesitation of the moment were replaced by an almost blind trust and intense hope!
Heavenly Venerate Qing Huan!
This person has a mysterious background and is well-versed in Daoist magic...
Its Dao Field is elusive and hard to find, but as long as Qing Huan appears, it means a turning point, it means that the demon race will find a way to break the deadlock!
"Your humble servants pay homage to the Heavenly Venerate Qing Huan --!!!"
The thoughts of billions of demon beings seemed to converge into a torrent, transforming into a unified and resounding call of worship that echoed throughout the entire Thirty-three Heavens!
Its roar was so powerful that it even shattered the myriad clouds that swirled around the Lingxiao Hall!
This is heartfelt reverence, the highest praise for wisdom and hope.
Faced with this earth-shaking worship, Qing Huan simply waved his hand casually. An invisible, gentle force swept over, causing all the bowing figures to involuntarily straighten up, as if supported by Qingfeng.
With light steps, he walked straight to Tai Yi, whose face was flushed and whose breathing was still somewhat uneven. He reached out and gently patted Eastern Emperor Taiyi's solid shoulder, which was as solid as cast iron, with a friendly gentleness and a hint of teasing.
"He's already an emperor, ruling over billions of demons, wielding the Eastern Emperor Bell to awe the heavens, so why is he still so impatient?"
Qing Huan's voice carried a faint hint of laughter, his tone relaxed, yet it seemed to contain a power that calmed the soul.
"Anger cannot burn down Buzhou Mountain, and impulsiveness will only blind the eyes to the path ahead."