This Seat Will Not Surrender?

And upon hearing this, Haotian nodded and said, "Excellent!

Imperial We most admire a man of integrity like yourself!

Since Fellow Daoist Qing Tian has said as much, then Imperial We shall not stand on ceremony.

Watch closely, Fellow Daoist—Imperial We will make a move now."

With that.

Haotian stirred his mind, and a wisp of Emperor Flame drifted slowly toward Old Ancestor Qingtian.

Seeing Haotian's action, Old Ancestor Qingtian clearly had yet to grasp the gravity of the situation.

He assumed Haotian meant to burn him to death with Divine Fire.

Thus, he simply closed his eyes and said no more.

Old Ancestor Cangtian, witnessing this, shook his head and turned his gaze elsewhere.

He could not bear to watch closely!

After all, they had known each other for a time.

Yet now he could only stand by and watch a fellow Daoist suffer.

How could This Seat bear it?

Of course.

When This Seat laughs later, he must not let the other see it.

That would damage their friendship, would it not?

Just as Old Ancestor Cangtian had expected.

In the blink of an eye, the sound of Old Ancestor Qingtian's screams reached his ears.

After listening for a while, Old Ancestor Cangtian could not help but turn his head.

He cleared his throat.

"Ahem!

Fellow Daoist Qing Tian, why not just surrender?

Holding out like this is no solution.

Why must you..."

But at this moment, Old Ancestor Qingtian did not realize that Haotian had no intention of killing him at all.

Thus, upon hearing Old Ancestor Cangtian's advice.

He roared with great defiance: "Silence!

How could This Seat ever surrender?

Death is nothing more than that!

You, Cangtian, fear death—does that mean This Seat fears it too?"

Hearing this, Old Ancestor Cangtian could not help but curl his lip.

Fine!

You're tough.

You're the one with integrity.

Then go ahead and hold out!

Let's see if you're still this stubborn later!

If you can last ten days or half a month, This Seat will personally admit you're a hard man!

From now on, whenever This Seat meets you, This Seat will greet you first.

After silently scheming for a moment, Old Ancestor Cangtian simply said to Haotian, "Your Majesty!

Since Your Majesty has no need of your servant here, might your servant go and persuade Fellow Daoist Huang Tian?"

Hearing Old Ancestor Cangtian's words, Haotian knew full well what this fellow was thinking.

Having been rained on himself, he had to tear up another's umbrella too.

But this was also a good thing.

If Old Ancestor Cangtian succeeded, Haotian would be spared a great deal of trouble.

Thus, Haotian replied indifferently, "Since you have the intention, Fellow Daoist, then I entrust this to you!"

"Your servant accepts the command!"

While Haotian was dealing with the Three Heavens Old Ancestors.

The myriad great powers of the Primordial World were all thinking their own thoughts.

Originally, everyone had been immersed in cultivation and enlightenment, not so idle as to keep their eyes fixed on the Heavenly Court day in and day out.

But Old Ancestor Cangtian's screams were truly too loud.

With him howling like a ghost and wailing like a wolf, any cultivator who wasn't in closed-door seclusion was stirred by the commotion.

One look, and they all inwardly exclaimed, "Good heavens!"

Old Ancestor Cangtian was actually getting a taste of what Kunpeng had suffered back then.

Back in Kunpeng's day, it was Sun True Fire roasting a great bird.

Now it was Divine Fire burning Cangtian.

Tsk tsk!

This spectacle was indeed splendid.

But before long, these big shots each had their own thoughts churning.

Especially now that Haotian, after dealing with Old Ancestor Cangtian, immediately set his sights on Old Ancestor Qingtian.

Once those three were finished, would it be their turn next?

Never mind that Haotian's words just now sounded perfectly justified—there was indeed no flaw to find.

But everyone here had made their way through the Primordial World; who didn't have some dark history?

If Haotian used that as leverage and suddenly struck at them...

Who could bear that?

If Old Ancestor Cangtian couldn't take it, could they?

In an instant.

A faint shadow of worry crept in.

As for the Six Sages at this moment, though they didn't share the other Quasi-Saints' concerns, Their own anxieties were no less.

Yes!

As sages, Haotian naturally couldn't take them down either.

Whether in cultivation or any other aspect.

But was that the real issue?

The real issue now was that after two direct confrontations, The situation had grown increasingly unfavorable for them, the sages.

The dignity of the sages had been shattered to pieces before Haotian.

Now Haotian, after secluding himself for dozens of epochs, Had emerged like a madman, directly taking the knife to the Three Old Ancestors.

It looked like the Three Old Ancestors were about to be unable to hold out and would be taken into the Heavenly Court.

From now on, Haotian's momentum was already foreseeable.

Compared to Dijun and Taiyi, this Haotian fellow was only missing an Innate Supreme Treasure.

Since no other cultivator was present when the Dao Ancestor gave Haotian the Chaos Bell, And Haotian had yet to display the Chaos Bell, the Six Sages still didn't know

That Haotian already held an Innate Supreme Treasure in his grasp.

Once the Three Old Ancestors were taken down, his prestige as Heavenly Emperor would surpass even Dijun and Taiyi.

Here was the problem!

If Haotian's prestige grew stronger, then correspondingly, the prestige of them, the sages, would take a hit.

From then on, the actions of their disciples and followers would only face stricter constraints.

If their disciples and followers were constrained in their actions, that meant the spread of their Great Sects was constrained.

This was what the sages could not tolerate the most.

Inside the Wa Imperial Palace.

Empress Nuwa glanced at Bai Ze, who had just devoured his Evil Corpse and achieved Quasi-Saint status, And said slowly, "From now on, the Demon Race is yours to govern.

Now that Haotian's momentum is growing stronger, you must be sure to keep the Demon Race in check.

One Witch-Demon Calamity, plus Haotian's actions, Have already drained the Demon Race's foundations to the bone.

Do not let the Demon Race suffer further losses.

In your spare time, be sure to nurture some younger generations

So that the Demon Race's foundations can slowly recover."

Bai Ze did not respond immediately upon hearing this.

He knew full well that this matter was far too difficult.

How many demons were there in the Primordial World?

How could he, Bai Ze, possibly keep them all in check?

Being able to sever a corpse and break through to Quasi-Saint was naturally a gift from Empress Nuwa.

But if he agreed too readily, the greater the Empress's disappointment would be if he fell short.

After pondering for a moment, Bai Ze spoke: "I report to the Empress!

It is not that Bai Ze is making excuses.

Rather, this matter is too difficult—I fear I cannot accomplish it.

The Primordial World is vast beyond measure, and the Demon Race is as numerous as the sands of the Ganges.

With my cultivation, I truly cannot restrain so many demons.

I will only say that I will do my utmost to keep them in line.

As for teaching the younger generation of demons and restoring the Demon Race, I will devote all my strength to that."

Hearing Bai Ze's reply, Empress Nuwa naturally knew this was the truth.

She nodded and said: "Do your best, that is enough.

If it truly cannot be done, then at least keep the demons of the Northern Region in check.

After the great war ended, the demons retreated to the north—this was what the saints had preordained.

It means the saints have set the Northern Region as the dwelling place of the Demon Race.

That is where the Demon Race's foundation lies.

As for demons elsewhere, it is best if you can restrain them.

If you cannot, you are not to blame."

"Yes!

This Humble One takes his leave!"

Only after Bai Ze withdrew did Empress Nuwa's face reveal her worry.

Haotian's authority was growing ever stronger.

If the demons of the Northern Region were not kept in check, what had happened not long ago might repeat itself.

Suffering repeated heavy blows—how could the Demon Race endure it?

That Haotian was truly detestable!

While Empress Nuwa worried for the Demon Race's future, Jieyin and Zhunti on Mount Sumeru were equally fraught with anxiety.

If they did not play their little tricks, the Western Region could not flourish.

If they did play them, they would be constrained by Haotian.

Now, under Haotian's command, three more Golden Immortals of the Origin were about to be added.

The tricks they could pull would only grow fewer and fewer.