Zhou Ming: Don't Panic, Dao Ancestor-I'll Take Him On! You Just Drag the Chan Sect Down with You!

Within Pangu Hall, there was deathly silence.

Sect Master Tongtian's words—"What path is there left to take?"—were filled with endless despair and bewilderment.

Zhou Ming merely smiled calmly.

"Fellow Daoist, you're overthinking it."

Overthinking it?

How could this possibly be overthinking it?

The Interception Sect had already become a discarded pawn, while Dao Ancestor Hongjun was clearly favoring the Chan Sect. How could he not worry?

Zhou Ming continued, his tone flat yet imbued with overwhelming confidence.

"With my Witch Clan here, Hongjun and the Heavenly Dao won't make a move."

"They wouldn't dare."

Zhou Ming spoke the final four words with absolute certainty, radiating an overbearing dominance that looked down upon all beneath Heaven.

Sect Master Tongtian abruptly raised his head and stared at Zhou Ming in disbelief.

Hongjun and the Heavenly Dao... wouldn't dare make a move?

What an utterly audacious declaration!

Looking across the entire Primordial Wilderness, who besides this man before him would dare say such a thing?

Sect Master Tongtian's heart began to pound violently, beyond his control.

"If the Heavenly Dao and Hongjun truly disregard everything and intervene personally..."

"I can promise you, Fellow Daoist, that I will hold them off."

Zhou Ming naturally would not tell Tongtian that before the Investiture of the Gods Calamity had reached its conclusion,

neither he nor Hongjun would easily intervene personally.

Once both his Witch Clan and Hongjun personally entered the fray, this calamity would no longer be the Investiture of the Gods Calamity.

Instead, it would instantly transform into an Immeasurable Tribulation sweeping across the entire Primordial Wilderness.

By then, the Investiture of the Gods, the Chan Sect, and the Interception Sect would all be reduced to ashes.

Even Sages would face the danger of falling, and the Primordial Wilderness itself might be beaten back into