Baize's request, terms, Demon Saints face off against Ancestral Witches-damn, I'm going to take the blame!

Qingyuan stood in the sky.

Beneath his feet lay the Primordial Wilderness, and above his head stretched the void of Chaos.

He hung between heaven and earth, like a speck of dust suspended over a vast ocean.

He was lost.

That bewilderment welled up from the depths of his Dao Heart, pouring into every inch of his meridians, every fragment of his true spirit, and every breath he took.

He had attained the Dao as a Daluo Golden Immortal, transcending all Daos, immortal and indestructible. By all rights, his Dao Heart should have been clear, free of confusion and doubt.

Yet standing in the sky at that moment, he felt like a child who had just learned to walk, abandoned in a boundless primeval jungle.

This Primordial Wilderness was even more different than he had imagined.

Everyone was shrouded in mystery.

Dao Ancestor Hongjun sat in Zixiao Palace, expressionless, neither gladdened by external things nor saddened by his own circumstances.

Yet every word he spoke concealed a deeper meaning.

He had said that transmigrators had been deliberately drawn here, that a lifetime in the Primordial Wilderness was far too tedious.

What exactly lay hidden within that calm?

Compassion?

Indifference?

Or something even more ancient, something Qingyuan could not comprehend?

Demon Emperor Di Jun sat above the Nine Heavens, supreme and sovereign over all.

He had invited Qingyuan to join the Heavenly Court, his tone as casual as an old friend reminiscing.

But Qingyuan had noticed that the moment Azure Luan said, "Empress Nuwa requests your presence," Di Jun had lightly tapped a finger against the table.

What had that single tap concealed?

Displeasure?

Wariness?

Or some deeper calculation Qingyuan had yet to touch?

Empress Nuwa sat in the Palace of Nuwa, compassionate and gentle, creating all things.

Yet every word