"Absolutely impossible..."
"The ruler of the Primordial World is merely a proxy. The position must go to someone virtuous. What virtue do you, Di Jun, possess? I, Houtu, will be the first to refuse..."
Ancestor Houtu refused on the spot. Those two had clearly come only to cause trouble, knowing full well that she would never agree.
She was furious as well, after all her countless efforts to obstruct them...
Why had she kept working so hard, running between the Witch and Demonic Races to create harmony and reduce friction between the two sides, thereby delaying the Witch-Demon War...
With no way to ensure the safety of both races, Houtu could only alter the minor trends and prolong the tragedy of the Witch-Demon Great Tribulation. Now, all she could do was sigh. In the end, it had merely been her wishful thinking...
"Hahaha... I, Di Jun, have no need for your approval. From this day forth, my might shall crown Heaven and Earth. I invite the Demonic Race of the Primordial World to form a faction, strengthen our race, and refuse to bow beneath anyone..."
"Anyone interested may come to the Sun Star and pay their respects. My younger brother, Eastern Emperor Taiyi, and I will welcome you with open arms. Together, we shall create glory. The Demonic Race is destined to rise to greatness..."
After Di Jun finished speaking, his voice rumbled like thunder. He transformed into a blazing sun and departed. The pressure exerted by the two brothers had been so immense that everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief...
With the River Diagram and Luo Script in one hand...
And the Chaos Bell in his mouth...
Who would dare fight him?
Among those present were the three thousand mortal guests of Purple Heaven Palace, yet only a