"Demon Continent?"
What exactly had happened to the Prehistoric Era? How had it become completely different from the Prehistoric Era of old?
"This was a fragment of Chaos brought by the invasion of the Chaos Demon Gods during the Witch-Demon War. In the end, Dao Venerable transformed it into a continent."
Di Jun was stunned. The Chaos Demon Gods had invaded? After he died in battle, what exactly had happened in the Prehistoric Era? Why was everything beyond his understanding?
Seeing Di Jun's bewildered expression, Yaochi could only patiently explain what had happened during the Witch-Demon War.
"Fellow Daoist, are you saying Tai Yi also died?"
Di Jun found it hard to accept. His younger brother had possessed the potential to attain the Primordial Chaos Great Luo, yet he had perished in the war alongside him.
Di Jun, who had been excited to return to the Prehistoric Era, could not help but grow heavy-hearted.
Perhaps he should not have founded the Demon Clan in the first place. Look at those fellow Daoists who had never established factions—weren't they all living quite well?
Only those like them who had started wars, especially the Wu and Demon Clans, had almost all died in that great battle.
"My condolences, Fellow Daoist Di Jun."
Yaochi could only offer an apology. She had been unable to influence that war.
"Thank you for telling me, Fellow Daoist."
Di Jun cupped his hands, then turned and flew toward the Starry Sky. Before leaving, a voice entered Yaochi's mind.
"I hope Fellow Daoist Yaochi and Fellow Daoist Haotian will treat the Heavenly Court well. Though I am no longer its master, I still do not wish to see it decline."
Yaochi watched Di Jun's departing figure with deep emotion. It seemed she had still underestimated his breadth of