"Fart!"
Gonggong flew into a rage.
"We, the thirteen Ancestral Witch, are formed from the essence and blood of our Father God, Buzhou Mountain is formed from the spine of our Father God. How can we obey Qing Huan's orders and wander far away to the Chaos or the Netherworld?"
If word gets out, the Ten Thousand Races of the Primordial World will laugh their heads off!
"That's right!"
The other Ancestral Witch echoed this sentiment, and the hall was filled with curses against Qing Huan, all feeling that the proposal was an insult to the Witch Clan.
Di Jiang shook his head without even thinking:
"Absolutely impossible. We were born and raised here. Buzhou Mountain is the root of the Witch Clan. How can we just leave?"
The illusory image of time flowed in Zhu Jiuyin's eyes as he said in a deep voice:
"Little sister, in my opinion, Qing Huan is just stalling for time. The demon race has just received boundless Merit and Luck. If they use these ten Kalpa frantically cultivate and prepare for war, our Witch Clan will likely suffer a great loss."
Houtu that everyone was against it, Houtu raised her voice:
"Brothers and sisters, please hear what I have to say! I have already made a ten- Kalpa agreement with Fellow Qing Huan. How can I just tear it up like that?"
Moreover, within these ten Kalpa, the demon race will proactively send their most wicked and bloodthirsty members to our Witch Clan for food, which will alleviate our immediate crisis."
She paused, her gaze sweeping over the crowd:
"Ten Kalpa is enough for us to find another way out. If it really comes to that, it's not too late to start a war."
Silence fell over the hall. The Ancestral Witch each had their own thoughts—some felt humiliated, some were worried about the demon race's preparations for war, and some agreed with Houtu's proposal.
Finally, Di Jiang waved his hand:
"We will do as my sister says, but we cannot slack off during these ten Kalpa. We must intensify our cultivation and be ready for the final battle at any time!"
The Great Formation of the Stars operates continuously, and the vast star power pours in like a celestial river, nourishing the supreme palace suspended above the Thirty-Three Heavens— the Heavenly Court.
The glazed golden tiles reflect the ancient stars, and the white jade pillars are shrouded in a misty purple aura. The entire Heavenly Court is bathed in an indescribable Luck of grandeur, as if the heart of the Primordial Wilderness is beating here.
This Luck caused even Kong Xuan, the direct descendant of Yuanfeng and the chief disciple of Heavenly Venerate Qing Huan, who stepped in through the South Heaven Gate, to be slightly shaken. His five-colored tail feathers opened and closed silently in the invisible flow of energy, radiating surprise and scrutiny.
This trip has certainly broadened my horizons.
"Report!"
A report brimming with urgent demonic power shattered the usual solemnity of the Lingxiao Treasure Hall.
The demon general guarding the South Heaven Gate knelt on one knee below the golden steps, a cluster of scorched marks from karmic fire involuntarily rising from his tail feathers.
"Your His Majesty the Demon Emperor! Outside the South Heaven Gate, a man claiming to be Kong Xuan, a disciple of the Heavenly Venerable, requests an audience!"
On the Emperor's Seat, Di Jun, dressed in an imperial robe adorned with the Sun, Moon, and Stars, closed his eyes and sensed the Primordial Wilderness landscape flowing through the River Diagram and Luo Script.
Upon hearing this, he suddenly opened his eyes, and deep within his pupils seemed to see billions of stars rise and fall.
His gaze paused slightly.
"Um?"
A faint hint of surprise crossed his dignified face.
Heavenly Venerate Qing Huan?
It has been less than a thousand years since he left the Heavenly Court for the last Daoist discussion. What is the matter that requires such haste, necessitating the dispatch of his personal disciple?
"It seems there's some major event happening in the Primordial Wilderness, or perhaps... something with the Witch Clan?"
Thoughts raced through his mind, but his face remained as still as a mountain. He merely raised his hand slightly, his fingertips radiating the glow of the Solar True Fire, and gently waved it:
"Announce."
"I will obey Your Majesty's decree!"
The demon general felt as if he had been granted a pardon, bowed and retreated hastily, and the demonic flames around him instantly subsided.
Before long, a clear and bright five-colored stream of light ignored the layers of anti-air formations of the Heavenly Court and shot straight into the core of the Lingxiao Treasure Hall as if it were an empty place.
As the radiance faded, Kong Xuan's figure solidified.
He did not perform the three kneelings and nine kowtows ceremony, but merely bowed slightly, his voice clear and melodious like the striking of jade chimes, carrying the innate nobility and transcendence of the Phoenix Clan:
"I, Kong Xuan, pay my respects to His Majesty the Demon Emperor."
Five-Colored Divine Light appeared and disappeared behind him, gently spreading out the twelve powerful and vast Quasi-Sage auras in the hall by about ten feet, blooming into illusory lotus light and shadow on the jade bricks on the ground.
Di Jun scrutinized the eldest son of Yuanfeng below him with a deep gaze.
Born untouched by karma, cleansed by the Five-Colored Divine Light, possessing an origin, lineage, and fortune that are among the best in the Primordial Wilderness.
It's a pity, a real pity. Since the Dragon-Han Primordial Calamity, the Phoenix Clan has kept the Volcano of Immortality Dao Field closed, vowing never to be involved in Tribulation. Otherwise, with this child's talent, he would surely be a pillar of the demon race, bringing immense benefit.
"Nephew Kong Xuan, there's no need for such formalities."
Di Jun's voice was steady, yet contained an undeniable majesty, echoing beneath the starlight-formed palace dome.
"Fellow Qing Huan sent you here personally, there must be something important. Is there something big happening in the Primordial Wilderness? Or... does it concern the Witch Clan?"
Di Jun directly pointed out his deepest suspicion.
The projection of the All the Stars in the Heavens on the roof seemed to dim slightly, as if they were holding their breath and listening.
Kong Xuan's expression turned solemn, and five-colored light flowed around him, causing the temperature inside the hall to drop sharply. Even the Innate Spiritual Treasure that Luck in the four corners emitted a low hum.
"Your His Majesty the Demon Emperor, my master has sent me here to report on the negotiations with the Ancestral Witch Houtu of the Witch Clan."
His words were clear, each syllable seemingly carrying a chill from the depths of the Primordial Wilderness.
"The negotiations... did not go as planned."
"The Ancestral Witch are currently unable to change the fundamental predicament of the Witch Clan. The 'Earthly Fiendish Turbid Qi' required for cultivation is becoming increasingly scarce; the source of 'blood offerings' is also becoming increasingly rare..."
Also, due to the reverse Luck from the Zhou Tian Grand Array, reproduction has become increasingly difficult, and the improvement of clan strength has been limited.
Kong Xuan stated the cold reality.
"Although the teacher explained the greater principles, he also said that if the war Witch and Demon were to continue, it would inevitably lead to immeasurable Tribulation, and the destruction of the Primordial Wilderness would be imminent."
However, the Ancestral Witch's will was unwavering, saying that if there was no other solution, the Witch Clan would have no choice but to fight to the death and seek survival!
"Hmph! What a fine example of 'surviving against all odds'!"
A cold snort, brimming with boundless rage, suddenly exploded out!
Beside him stood Eastern Emperor Taiyi, clad in gilded armor with Greater Yang god patterns, his hand already resting on the Chaos Bell at his waist, the ancient bell emitting a barely perceptible hum.
The illusory image of Solar True Fire rose around him, scorching and slightly distorting the space around him.
"Does the Witch Clan even deserve to utter the word 'life'? For nearly ten thousand Kalpa, has the Witch Clan not been devouring our flesh and blood to 'live' every single day?!"
Tai Yi's voice was like the clash of metal, causing the starlight in the hall to flicker.
"If it weren't for the need of the Great Formation of the Stars to stabilize the Primordial Wilderness earth veins and ensure their continuous nourishment of all things and increase the Luck of our race, I, the Emperor, would have already rung the Chaos Bell and flattened Buzhou Mountain!"
These Witch Clan, at best, capture and keep their members like livestock; at worst, they exterminate the entire clan, leaving not a single blade of grass behind... Such blood debts are beyond redemption even by ten thousand deaths!
Eastern Sea Tai Yi's sharp gaze swept over the assembled Demon Saint in the hall.
"You all say it is or isn't it?!"
These words were like igniting a dormant volcano.
The demonic Yao Qi emanating from the ten Demon Saints could no longer be suppressed, surging and boiling as if it were a tangible substance!
"His Eastern Emperor the Eastern Emperor is absolutely right!"
With a dragon's head and a human body, clad in black scale armor, Ji Meng strode out, leaving faint frost marks on the jade bricks with each step.
His eyes were bloodshot, his fangs were bared, and his voice was filled with deep-seated hatred and sorrow.
"How difficult it has been for my Ji Meng clan to continue its lineage and multiply!"