The Myriad Manifestations Dao Suppressing Stele flickered in and out of existence behind Qingxuan.
The pupils of the Great Powers constricted as they looked at Qingxuan. His strength had already reached a level where he could stand on equal footing with them.
In an instant, Qingxuan was no longer merely Saint Nuwa's disciple in their eyes, but a Great Power of the Primordial World who could stand alongside them.
Qingxuan had been forced to act. Only eleven of the Twelve Ancestral Witches had arrived; Houtu was still in closed-door cultivation.
Once they encountered the Demon Race's Grand Formation of the Stars, they were bound to suffer.
Besides, the grand gift he had prepared for Di Jun had not yet been opened. He could not let the Ancestral Witches ruin it.
Qingxuan used the Witch Race's unique secret technique to transmit his voice to the Ancestral Witches.
"Brothers, stop. Don't ruin my plan. Just sit back and enjoy the show later."
The Ancestral Witches froze when they saw Qingxuan. Now that they heard his voice transmission, they became even more curious.
Qingxuan turned toward Di Jun and Tai Yi.
"Your Majesty, the Demon Emperor, today is your great day. If the auspicious hour is missed, it will be hard to say whether you'll still receive the Heavenly Dao Merit."
Those words struck directly at Di Jun's heart. He had prepared for so long and paid such a high price precisely for the Heavenly Dao Merit.
But all the Great Powers of the Primordial World were watching, and the Witch Race had come knocking at his door. If he simply let the matter go, the Demon Race's prestige would plummet.
Seeing Di Jun's hesitation, Qingxuan took the initiative to give him a way out.
"Your Majesty controls the Demon Race and naturally