Meanwhile, in the Chaos Void, at Zixiao Palace.
"Hm?"
Dao Ancestor Hongjun couldn't help being taken aback when he saw what had happened in Tanggu Valley.
"Hmph!"
"So that fellow couldn't sit still anymore?"
"He actually intervened and rescued the last little Golden Crow."
Hongjun said in a low voice, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.
Then, he sighed helplessly and remarked:
"Unfortunately, he acted too quickly."
"I couldn't lock onto him."
"Otherwise, I, Dao Ancestor, would have killed him!"
As he said this, a rare, fierce killing intent showed in Dao Ancestor Hongjun's eyes.
"Fortunately, nine of the ten suns have fallen. That should count as achieving the result we wanted."
At the thought, Hongjun's furrowed brows relaxed slightly.
This time, Da Yi shot down the suns.
It had been a scheme devised by him and the Heavenly Dao.
The goal was to drive the conflict between the Witch Clan and the Demon Race to the breaking point and force the two sides into a final decisive battle.
"Since that's the case..."
"It's time to move on to the next step!"
Hongjun murmured to himself, then swept his sleeve lightly through the air before him.
Boom!
An immense, boundless force silently broke through the barrier of the Chaos Void and plunged into the Primordial World.
The next moment, the aura that had been isolating the Primordial World quietly withdrew.
At that moment, at Pangu Temple, where the Witch Clan resided.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches had been confused and at a loss. Earlier, they had still been able to observe Kuafu chasing the sun.
But for some unknown reason, they had suddenly lost all sense of him.
It felt as if an invisible, immensely powerful force had blocked their perception.
Now, as that mysterious aura quietly withdrew, the Twelve