After hearing the reason, Dijiang and the others were terribly envious. They all said that from then on, they would bring every good thing they acquired to Xuanyuan.
After chatting for a while, Xuanyuan told Dijiang and the others about the Destruction Chaos Demon God's remnant spirit attacking the tribes.
When they learned that several tribes had been wiped out, Dijiang and the others were furious.
"Just what were Chi You and Kuafu doing? Did they really just watch countless members of our clan get killed?"
Dijiang roared. At that moment, he was no longer the kind, honest, and easygoing eldest brother. He seemed more like a powerful figure who had long been accustomed to giving orders.
Xuanyuan spoke up for Chi You and the others. "You really can't blame them for this. Almost all the great witches suffered serious injuries while resisting the Destruction Chaos Demon God, but not one of them took a single step back. They weren't at fault—they were meritorious, the tribe's greatest heroes!"
At this, Xuanyuan gave a self-deprecating smile. "If anyone's responsible, the main blame falls on me!"
Dijiang and the others had been cultivating in seclusion at his place. In a sense, they had entrusted the entire tribe to him.
But he had grown accustomed to being lazy and simply checked out, paying no attention to what was happening among the Witch Clan tribes.
That was what had led to this tragedy.
"How can you blame Xuanyuan?"
Dijiang shook his head. "We failed to make proper arrangements for the tribe. If even one Ancestor Witch had stayed behind to oversee things, this tragedy wouldn't have happened."
He knew Xuanyuan's personality and understood that this really wasn't his fault.
"Eldest Brother, Xuanyuan, what's the point of assigning blame now?"
Zhujiuyin's face darkened as he furrowed his brow. "I suspect something's not right about this!"
Zhurong, Gonggong, and the others all looked at Zhujiuyin. They never got involved in matters that required brains; they were only responsible for throwing punches.
Dijiang asked, "What makes you say that?"
"Think about it, Eldest Brother!"
Zhujiuyin began to analyze the situation. "It's been ages since a Chaos Demon God's remnant spirit last appeared. Yet it showed up while we brothers were in seclusion, and near Buzhou Mountain, no less. This is the place formed from Pangu Father God's spine. How could a Chaos Demon God's remnant spirit possibly be here? Someone must have diverted the danger, leading it to our Witch Clan tribes!"
After hearing his analysis, Dijiang and the others realized what was wrong.
"Damn it! Just let us find out who did this!"
"Anyone who dares scheme against us will pay for it, whoever they are!"
Xuanyuan glanced at Zhujiuyin and sighed inwardly. As expected of the wisest Ancestor Witch in the entire Witch Clan—just from the clues in Xuanyuan's account, he had guessed that someone was secretly behind it all.
Wanting to test just how clever Zhujiuyin was, he asked with feigned confusion, "Can you figure out who did it?"
"What's there to figure out?"
Zhujiuyin gritted his teeth and said bitterly, "It was definitely those scum of the Demon Clan!"
"Have you forgotten? More than two thousand years ago, Demon Master Kunpeng encountered a Chaos Demon God's remnant spirit in the far north. He was no match for it and was badly injured. The one that attacked our tribes must have been that same remnant spirit. If the Demon Clan didn't lead it near Buzhou Mountain, who else could have?"
Xuanyuan gave him a thumbs-up and said with a sigh, "That's what I thought, too. The Demon Clan definitely did this!"
"Then what are we waiting for?"
Zhurong, Gonggong, and the others jumped to their feet in a fury. "Let's go to the Sun Star right now and take revenge on Dijun, Donghuang Taiyi, and Demon Master Kunpeng!"
"Don't get carried away!"
Xuanyuan stopped them. "The second sermon from Hongjun is only a few decades away. Now isn't the best time to take revenge on the Demon Clan. Besides, Hongjun won't allow a great war to break out in the Primordial World during his sermon. It would be a provocation against him, a Heavenly Dao sage!"
"So we're just going to let this go?"
"Those tribe members can't have died for nothing!"
"We can't swallow this humiliation!"
Xuanyuan waved a hand. "I never said we wouldn't take revenge. Just not now."
"Then when are we supposed to wait until?"
Zhurong and Gonggong shouted impatiently.
They had the fiercest tempers. They might have seemed reckless, but their love for the Witch Clan was no less than Dijiang's or Zhujiuyin's.
They glared angrily, wishing they could start an all-out war against the Demon Clan right then and there.
"We'll act after the second sermon is over!"
Xuanyuan said, "Think about it. Hongjun's second sermon is a momentous occasion for the entire Primordial World. The Demon Clan's leaders, including Dijun, Donghuang Taiyi, and Demon Master Kunpeng, will all be going. With them away, we can't go around killing the Demon Clan's little fry, can we?"
"Xuanyuan's right!"
Zhujiuyin looked at Zhurong, Gonggong, and the others. "The timing really is wrong right now. We should wait until after Hongjun's second sermon before taking revenge on the Demon Clan!"
Dijiang waved his hand and made the final decision. "We'll listen to Xuanyuan. Let those two feathered birds, Dijun and Donghuang Taiyi, live a little longer. Once the sermon is over, I'll lead the entire Witch Clan into battle against the Demon Clan!"
Xuanyuan continued, "Of course, we can't afford to let our guard down. During the sermon, we need to prepare in advance in case the Demon Clan or some other faction tries to take advantage of our absence!"
Dijiang nodded. "We'll do as you say, Xuanyuan!"
Xuanyuan pondered for a moment, then looked up at Dijiang. "Eldest Brother, Hongjun's sermon this time is mainly about the Three Corpses Severance method. It won't be of much use to you all, so there's no need for you to go to Zixiao Palace. I'll take Houtu and Six-Eared Macaque with me."
As soon as Xuanyuan finished speaking, Zhurong began to complain. "If we don't have to go listen to the sermon, we can't just sit around doing nothing, can we?"
"You'll have plenty to do!"
A cold smile appeared on Xuanyuan's face. "I've heard the Demon Clan is searching for the location of the Ancient Heavenly Court. They want to establish their own Heavenly Court and rule the Primordial World. Since they've shown us no mercy, we won't show them any either. Eldest Brother, don't sit idle during the sermon. Send people to keep a close eye on the Demon Clan, then have them search all over the Primordial World. They might just find the Ancient Heavenly Court, letting us claim it before the Demon Clan does."
"Good. I'll make the arrangements."
"Also, though there can't be a war during the sermon, there's nothing wrong with making a trip to the Sun Star!"
Xuanyuan wore a mischievous grin. "Eldest Brother, you know what I mean!"
Dijiang grinned, too. "Don't worry, Xuanyuan. Take Houtu to Zixiao Palace. I'll go make a trip to the Sun Star. Without Dijun, Donghuang Taiyi, and Kunpeng, the rest of the Demon Clan are no threat. This time, we'll empty their treasury and leave them not a single hair!"
Hahaha...
After making all the arrangements, Xuanyuan left Qianyuan Mountain with Houtu, Six-Eared Macaque, and the others, setting off for Zixiao Palace in the chaos.
There was still some time before Hongjun's sermon began.
But most of the powerful figures in the Primordial World had already arrived and were waiting outside Zixiao Palace.
They gathered in small groups, sharing their insights and discussing the major events that had taken place in the Primordial World over the past three thousand years.
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