After leaving Zhou Mountain, Di Jun and his group raced nonstop toward the dojos of the various ancestors.
Yet to Di Jun and the others' great disappointment, although they had traveled tirelessly and endured countless hardships to finally reach the outskirts of the ancestors' dojos, they did not so much as catch sight of the ancestors themselves—not even the attendant boys who usually received visitors were anywhere to be seen.
What Di Jun and the others did not know was that the ancestors were currently occupied.
Aside from Causality, who was idling around at home, everyone else was busy working overtime or training disciples.
Who had time to bother with them?
Besides, the Causality hanging over them was so heavy, and their faces were so dark.
Looking like that, the ancestors naturally had even less desire to become entangled with them.
Fortunately, Di Jun and the others had already prepared themselves for this outcome. Though they could not help feeling somewhat disappointed, Di Jun still led the group in respectfully bowing toward the dojos, expressing their reverence and respect for the ancestors.
After all, the Heavenly Court banquet was imminent, and they bore heavy responsibilities. They could not linger here for too long.
It was time to head back.
Meanwhile, within Luohu's palace in the Demon Realm.
Hong Yuan sat calmly and openly cross-legged atop the world-renowned Twelve-grade World-Destroying Black Lotus.
Not far from him stood a figure—it was Luohu, battered beyond recognition, his face swollen and bruised.
Luohu's face was filled with resentment and indignation, especially with that enormous pig head of his.
He was so angry he wanted to die.
It was not that Luohu did not want to erase the injuries.
But for some reason, whatever method Hong Yuan had used, even Luohu, a Second Heaven of