Five streaks of flowing light left Pangu Hall and paused briefly above Buzhou Mountain.
Taiqing was the first to halt his escape light, his gaze sweeping over the other four one by one.
"Everyone."
Since they had already thrown their lot in with the Witch Clan, their last lingering worry had been resolved.
"Next, do not hesitate in the slightest."
They would each return, calmly comprehend the Method of Shattering Three Corpses, and wait for the right moment.
"Once the time comes, we will act at the same time."
That was only natural. Nuwa nodded.
Jieyin pressed his palms together.
My junior brother and I will absolutely not hold anyone back.
Zhunti added a line as well.
Don't worry. We're people of the Witch Clan now. Our confidence is more than enough.
Taiqing said nothing more and glanced at Yuanshi.
There was nothing especially meaningful in that look, yet Yuanshi's expression tensed for an instant.
But the meaning was already perfectly clear—do not make the same old mistake again, do not look ahead and behind at the critical moment.
Yuanshi met Taiqing's gaze and fell silent for two breaths.
I understand.
Three words, crisp and clean.
Taiqing said no more. He turned and transformed into clear qi, dissipating.
The other four also each turned in a different direction and fled back to their Daoist grounds.
Deep within Chaos.
Zixiao Palace.
Inside the great hall, chains of law wove together into a vast, airtight net.
Hongjun sat cross-legged atop the high platform.
Endless chains of law interlaced into an airtight cage, wrapping Hongjun's Dao body layer upon layer.
Every chain was contracting wildly, trying to strip his Primordial Spirit from his Dao body, tear it apart, and then devour it completely.
The Heavenly Dao's will coldly shrouded the entire palace,