"The Witch-Slaying Sword Plan had failed. To be honest, I had no certainty of defeating the Witch Race."
Dijun sighed, worry flashing through his eyes. "The last battle showed that the Heavenly Court's Great Array of Zhou Tian Stars was evenly matched with the Witch Race's Great Array of Twelve Du Tian Shen Sha. The final outcome will depend on us Quasi-Saints.
But... the Twelve Ancestral Witches are individually extremely powerful. Two Ancestral Witches can hold off the Heavenly Court's Ten Great Demon Sages. Taiyi, although you can fight five Ancestral Witches alone, the Witch Race still has five more, not to mention Jiu Feng and Chiyou, whose combat strength rivals that of Quasi-Saints.
This battle... the Heavenly Court had little chance of victory. The best outcome would be mutual destruction."
"If the Heavenly Court defeated the Witch Race and unified the Prehistoric World, then once I Attain the Dao and achieve Sainthood, I could bring Little Six back.
But if the Heavenly Court lost and suffered grievous losses, Little Six would at least be safer in the Jie Sect."
Dijun was not a good man, but he was undoubtedly a good father.
Eastern Emperor Tai Yi fell silent.
Xihe was consumed by grief.
Her last child was no longer by her side.
Little Six of the Golden Crows returned to Three Immortal Island in the East Sea.
Cangyuan was quite satisfied.
"Not bad."
Cangyuan patted Little Six of the Golden Crows on the shoulder, leaving him utterly confused.
"Teacher, what is not bad?"
"Nothing."
Cangyuan shook his head and produced a golden mass of Golden Crow Origin wreathed in True Sun Fire.
Cangyuan had used some of the Golden Crow Origin from the nine Golden Crow corpses himself. Everything remaining was here.
Though the Ten Golden Crows were