The Witch Clan had gone into seclusion to temper their bodies, and the Demon Clan had not been idle either. Heavenly Emperor Di Jun personally took the lead, sitting cross-legged beyond the Ninth Heaven, swallowing and exhaling stellar radiance and drawing the power of the stars into his body as he cultivated without pause. Seeing this, who among his ministers would dare slack off? One by one, they entered seclusion to comprehend the Dao, investigate profound mysteries, deduce formations, and refine divine abilities, racing against time to seize the Heavenly Dao's opportunities.
The Demon Clan was already blessed with extraordinary talent. After this period of seclusion, wondrous arts emerged one after another, and strange techniques appeared in endless succession. In just a short while, who knew how many bizarre divine abilities had burst into existence and shaken the Primordial World? The Demon Clan's numbers had also skyrocketed. Every day, billions of living beings broke out of their shells, assumed human form, soared through the clouds, and gathered in the mountains and forests. The Witch Clan was strong, but the Demon Clan was no weaker. Both clans were secretly building up their strength, waiting only for the order to be given. Then heaven and earth would change color.
On the surface, the Primordial World was calm and peaceful, but beneath the stagnant waters, undercurrents surged violently. Every cultivator knew full well that this was merely the calm before the storm. Once the Witch and Demon Clans opened their eyes, the Primordial World would surely erupt into an even more brutal slaughter than before. With countless participants, the flames of war would sweep across the Eight Desolations. Perhaps even the Saints would have to frown and retreat.
On this day, a strange phenomenon suddenly appeared Above the Nine Heavens.
A dazzling golden