Dijun had given the order. No matter how unwilling the many Yao Gods were, they dared not disobey.
They had no choice but to swallow their anger.
Time passed.
Before they knew it, many years had gone by.
During this time, the Primordial World remained relatively peaceful.
But everyone knew that beneath this calm surface, undercurrents were surely stirring.
After all, Dijun of the Demon Race had returned from the dead.
He certainly wouldn't let the Witch Clan's attack on the Heavenly Court go unanswered.
When the great powers of the Primordial Wilderness gathered in their leisure time, they would often discuss the battle in the East Sea.
Qin Mu's strength and Dijun's resurrection were especially frequent topics of discussion among them.
"Who would have thought Daoist Qin Mu's strength had already reached the level of a Primordial Grand Unity Golden Immortal?"
"Indeed!"
"The key is that he's so powerful, he can even slay a Saint!"
"That spear in his hand has such a terrifying aura. It must be at least an Innate Supreme Treasure, right?"
"If I remember correctly, he has more than one Innate Supreme Treasure."
"That's right. Back then, he killed an incarnation of Saint Zhunti with another Innate Supreme Treasure."
"Come to think of it, are Saints truly impossible to kill?"
"Qin Mu blasted Dijun into oblivion, body and soul, yet he still came back to life!"
"As long as the Heavenly Dao endures, Saints will never die. It really is true!"
"..."
The great powers discussed the matter among themselves.
They didn't know that Dijun wasn't actually a Saint bound to the Heavenly Dao.
By all rights, after Qin Mu killed Dijun, there should have been no way for him to come back to life.
At this time, within the Sun Star,
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