At the ancestral homeland of the human race, atop Kongtong Mountain.
Huang Tian stood with his hands behind his back. Golden light blazed from his eyes, piercing the highest heavens as he took in every detail of the battle on the Taiyin Star.
"Oh?"
"So the true self has come?"
Huang Tian murmured softly.
When he had first learned that Dijun, the Yao Emperor of the Demon Race, intended to wed Xi He, he had wondered whether he should intervene.
After all, this clone of his knew about Qin Mu and Xi He.
Who would have thought that the true self would do the unexpected?
The moment he emerged from seclusion, he headed straight for the Taiyin Star, intent on stealing Xi He from Dijun.
After a brief moment of thought, Huang Tian's eyes blazed with surging battle intent.
Humanity's Fortune boiled around him like flames. The earth beneath his feet silently cracked, and the Fortune Golden Dragon emerged behind him.
Whatever the case, he was Qin Mu's clone.
Although he existed independently of the true self,
if anyone made an enemy of the true self, he would naturally choose to stand by him without hesitation.
The Witch Clan, Pangu Temple.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches had gathered.
Knowing that today was Dijun's wedding day, they had come together to discuss whether they should disrupt it.
After all, if Dijun succeeded in attaining the heavenly marriage, the Heavenly Dao would grant him Merit, and his strength would surely rise again.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches were naturally unwilling to see such an outcome.
But what none of them had expected was this:
Before they could act, someone had beaten them to it. He had already reached the Taiyin Star and was locked in fierce combat with the three great Yao Gods.