"Never mind. With me here, no matter how much these three little ones squabbled, they presumably wouldn't fall apart or even come to hate one another like they did along their original fate trajectory."
Hong Yuan murmured to himself.
"There's still plenty of time. I'll find an opportunity later to teach these three little ones the importance of being friendly and harmonious—one chopstick can be snapped easily, but three chopsticks cannot."
After a brief pause, Hong Yuan left the Three Pure Ones with a reminder. "You must cultivate diligently and not slack off. Once you are born, your Second Uncle will show you how to swagger and take you soaring!"
With that, he turned and left.
Luohu should have nearly finished arranging matters for his subordinates by now.
The day Luohu was due to repay what he owed his eldest nephew had also arrived.
As for him, it was time to place the remaining three spiritual beings of the Four Directions God Protection Array.
After finishing all that, he planned to return to Zhou Mountain and visit the Twelve Ancestral Witches.
After all, the Twelve Ancestral Witches and the Three Pure Ones were both his nephews. He couldn't play favorites, could he?
With that thought, Hong Yuan vanished from where he stood.
Within Mount Sumeru, Luohu looked down impassively at Mo Luo and the other high-ranking members of the Demonic Cult below.
Only after a long while did he let out a sigh.
"The day I merge with the Dao is near. After the Dragon-Phoenix Great Tribulation and the battle between this Demon Ancestor and that bastard Hongjun, there are few living beings left in the Primordial Wilderness, and their cultivation is low. When the time comes, remember to spread the Dao far and wide. With this merit and fortune,