The instant the words fell, Dijiang did not hesitate in the slightest. He stepped out, and his figure vanished from Pangu Hall, heading off to coordinate and deploy everything.
Houtu and Zhujiuyin also gave Zhou Ming heavy nods, then followed after him.
Buzhou Mountain.
A sea of people.
Witch Clan youths numbering in the hundreds of millions had gathered here in dense, crushing ranks. That Killing Intent soaring into the heavens seemed almost ready to dye the firmament blood-red.
Yet every member of the Witch Clan maintained absolute silence.
Dijiang, Houtu, and Zhujiuyin stood before the hall, looking at the boundless clansmen below, their hearts filled with countless emotions.
"They've all returned." Dijiang swept his gaze over the black, pressing sea of people, his voice carrying a touch of heroic grandeur.
"Aside from Xing Tian, who is guarding the Heavenly Court, every son of my Witch Clan is here."
Houtu nodded gently, a trace of compassion and relief on her fair, beautiful face.
"From now on, they will no longer have to suffer the pains of the Tribulation, nor live in fear and dread."
Zhou Ming's figure quietly appeared.
He looked down over the clansmen below, a gentle smile appearing on his face.
"Today, I will bring you to the new home of our Witch Clan."
He slowly raised his right hand. His broad sleeve swelled in the wind, instantly transforming into an endless canopy that blotted out the entire sky.
"Collect."
An irresistible yet gentle power swept down.
Beneath Buzhou Mountain, the hundreds of millions of Witch Clan youths, along with the entire stretch of earth they stood upon, were lightly lifted by that power, turning into a streak of flowing light that disappeared into his sleeve.
After doing all this, Zhou Ming turned and nodded to Houtu