It's Not That the Time Hasn't Come

After hearing the reason, Dijiang and the others were full of envy, and they all said that from now on, any good things they obtained would be given to Xuanyuan.

After some pleasantries, Xuanyuan informed Dijiang and the others about the Destruction Chaos Demon God's residual spirit attacking the tribe.

Upon learning that several tribes had been wiped out, Dijiang and the others were furious.

"What were Chi You and Kuafu doing? Did they just stand by and watch countless tribesmen get killed?"

Dijiang roared loudly. At this moment, he was no longer the kind and honest elder brother, but more like a powerful figure who had long held a high position.

Xuanyuan explained on behalf of Chi You and the others, "This really can't be blamed on them. To resist the Destruction Chaos Demon God, almost all the Great Witches were seriously injured, yet not one of them retreated half a step. They not only have no fault, but they have merit; they are great heroes of the tribe!"

Speaking of this, Xuanyuan gave a self-deprecating smile, "If we are to truly assign responsibility, the main reason lies with me!"

Dijiang and the others had been in seclusion and cultivation with him, and it could be said that they had entrusted the entire tribe to him.

Yet, due to his usual laziness, he had completely slacked off and had not paid attention to the Witch Clan's tribal affairs.

This was what led to the tragedy.

"How can you blame brother Xuanyuan!"

Dijiang shook his head, "It's our fault for not arranging the tribal affairs properly. If even one Ancestor Witch had stayed behind to guard, such a tragedy would not have occurred."

He knew Xuanyuan's personality and knew that Xuanyuan was not really to blame for this matter.

"Big Brother, Brother Xuanyuan, what's the point of dwelling on this now!"

Zhujiuyin's face was grim, his brows furrowed, and he suspected, "I think there's something fishy about this!"

Zhurong, Gonggong, and the others looked at Zhujiuyin. They never got involved in thinking matters; they were only responsible for taking action.

Dijiang asked, "What do you mean?"

"Think about it, Big Brother!"

Zhujiuyin began to analyze, "How long has it been since the residual spirits of Chaos Demon Gods appeared? Yet they chose to appear precisely when we brothers were in seclusion, and near Buzhou Mountain at that. This is the place where Pangu Father God's spine transformed, how could there be residual spirits of Chaos Demon Gods here? Someone must have deliberately diverted the disaster and led them to our Witch Clan's tribe."

After his analysis, Dijiang and the others also realized the problem.

"Damn it, don't let me find out who did this!"

"How dare they scheme against us! No matter who it is, they won't have an easy time!"

Xuanyuan glanced at Zhujiuyin and sighed inwardly. As expected of the most intelligent Ancestor Witch in the entire Witch Clan, he could deduce that someone was secretly plotting based on the scant clues he had provided.

He wanted to test Zhujiuyin's wisdom further, so he pretended to be confused and asked, "Can you guess who did it?"

"What's there to guess!"

Zhujiuyin gritted his teeth and said hatefully, "It must be those bastards from the Demon Clan!"

"Have you forgotten? More than two thousand years ago, the Demon Master Kunpeng encountered a residual spirit of a Chaos Demon God in the far north. He was heavily injured under its attack. The one who attacked our tribe must be that residual spirit of a Chaos Demon God. If it wasn't the Demon Clan leading it near Buzhou Mountain, who else could it be?"

Xuanyuan gave a thumbs up and exclaimed, "That's what I thought too! This matter must have been done by the Demon Clan!"

"Then what are we waiting for?"

Zhurong, Gonggong, and the others angrily stood up, "We'll go kill our way to the Sun Star right now and get revenge on Dijun, Donghuang Taiyi, and the Demon Master Kunpeng!"

"Everyone, calm down!"

Xuanyuan stopped them, "There are only a few decades left until Hongjun's second sermon. Now is not the best time to seek revenge from the Demon Clan. Moreover, during Hongjun's sermon, he will not allow a large-scale war to occur in the Primordial World, as it would be a provocation to him as a Heavenly Dao Saint!"

"Are we just going to let it go?"

"So many tribesmen can't have died for nothing, right?"

"We can't swallow this bitter pill!"

Xuanyuan waved his hand, "I didn't say we wouldn't get revenge, just not now."

"Then when do we wait until?"

Zhurong and Gonggong shouted loudly.

The two had the most fiery tempers. While they seemed reckless, their affection for the Witch Clan was no less than that of Dijiang and Zhujiuyin.

They both glared angrily, wishing they could go to war with the Demon Clan right now.

"We'll make our move after the second sermon ends!"

Xuanyuan said, "Think about it, Hongjun's second sermon is a monumental event for the entire Primordial World. Dijun, Donghuang Taiyi, the Demon Master Kunpeng, and other high-ranking members of the Demon Clan will all be attending. If they are not there, we can't go and kill those low-level Demon Clan members, can we?"

"Brother Xuanyuan is right!"

Zhujiuyin looked at Zhurong, Gonggong, and the others, "The timing is indeed not right. Let's wait until after Hongjun's second sermon ends before seeking revenge from the Demon Clan!"

Dijiang waved his hand and made the final decision, "We'll listen to brother Xuanyuan. Let those two feathered birds, Dijun and Donghuang Taiyi, live a little longer. After the sermon ends, I will definitely lead the entire Witch Clan to wage war against the Demon Clan!"

Xuanyuan continued, "Of course, we must guard against others. During the sermon, to prevent the Demon Clan or other forces from taking advantage of the situation, we must also make plans early!"

Dijiang nodded, "We will follow brother Xuanyuan's arrangements!"

Xuanyuan pondered for a moment, then looked up at Dijiang, "Big Brother, Hongjun's sermon this time mainly focuses on the method of 'cutting the three corpses,' which is not very useful for everyone. You don't need to go to Zixiao Palace. I'll take sister Houtu and Six-Eared Macaque with me."

As soon as Xuanyuan finished speaking, Zhurong grumbled, "Since we don't need to go and listen to the sermon, we can't just sit around, right?"

"You naturally have things to do!"

Xuanyuan's face showed a cold smile, "We've received word that the Demon Clan is looking for the location of the ancient Heavenly Court to establish their own and rule the Primordial World. Since they are acting unjustly, don't blame us for being unrighteous. Brother, while Dao is being preached, you shouldn't be idle either. Send people to keep a close eye on the Demon Clan's every move, and then wander around the Primordial World. You might just find the ancient Heavenly Court and get there first."

"Alright, I'll make arrangements!"

"Also, although major battles are forbidden during the preaching, it's still fine to visit the Sun Star!"

A wicked grin spread across Xuanyuan's face, "Brother, you know what I mean!"

Dijiang also chuckled, "Brother Xuanyuan, you can rest assured and take Sister Houtu to Zixiao Palace. We will go visit the Sun Star. Without Dijun, Donghuang Taiyi, Kunpeng, and the others, the remaining Demon Clan is nothing to fear. This time, we're going to empty the Demon Clan's treasure vaults, leaving not a single hair behind!" Hahaha...

After arranging everything, Xuanyuan, along with Houtu, Six-Eared Macaque, and others, left Qianyuan Mountain and set off for Zixiao Palace in Chaos.

Outside Zixiao Palace, there was still some time before Hongjun's sermon.

However, most of the Primordial World's powerful beings had already arrived and were waiting outside Zixiao Palace.

They gathered in small groups, exchanging insights and discussing the major events that had occurred in the Primordial World over the past three thousand years.