Changyang Mountain had been razed to the ground.
None of the many mighty beings had expected this battle to be so terrifying.
Feeling the terrifying power that erupted from time to time around Changyang Mountain, Daoist Yuanshi felt cold sweat covering his forehead.
The other living beings were faring no better.
"This... This is way too terrifying! The battle between the Witch Clan and the Demon Race is beyond anything we can interfere with. Thank goodness we left quickly, or we'd have been killed by the shock waves in an instant!"
"And have you noticed? There are several Innate Supreme Treasures! The Witch Clan definitely doesn't have any Innate Supreme Treasures. The only ones who could have obtained them are the Demon Race!"
At these words, everyone broke out in a cold sweat.
The more they thought about it, the more terrifying it seemed!
The Three Pure Ones in particular considered themselves Pangu's Orthodox Lineage, and they possessed no shortage of spiritual treasures.
They had always believed that the three of them were among the top beings in the Primordial World, second only to Hong Jun.
But now, it seemed they were still far behind the Demon Race and the Witch Clan.
The Demon Race especially—even they possessed at least three Innate Supreme Treasures!
They had never imagined such a thing.
"Big Brother, we should return and focus on comprehending the path to Becoming a Saint," Tongtian said gravely, his fists clenched. The feeling of being weaker than others clearly left him deeply dissatisfied.
"That is what we should do. We were too attached to appearances. Possessing a strand of Primordial Violet Qi is already a gift from the Heavenly Dao. How can we ask for more?"
He gave a bitter smile, then soared away in a streak of light.