Taishang Laojun gave the walking stick in his hand a slight tap, and a surge of primordial Dao power spread out from it.
This power gathered boundless illusory light, instantly solidifying space and halting Dijiang.
Taishang Laojun smiled faintly, his expression calm. "Fellow Daoist Dijiang, when have we Sanqing ever offended you, that you've gone to such trouble to gather your forces and come to attack us?"
Hearing his senior brother's words, Yuanshi and Tongtian immediately understood. They nodded slightly. "Oh, so you mean we don't need to fight these barbarians. Then we won't!"
Dijiang had thought that Sanqing would immediately draw their swords against them. Who could have guessed that Taishang Laojun would be so amiable? For a moment, it all felt rather strange. "Hmph. Ahem. I already said it: we came to fight for the title of Pangu's true lineage!"
Primordial Lord of Heaven raised his eyes slightly and shot Dijiang an impatient look.
But he didn't say anything else!
Yuanshi had always had a sharp tongue, and whenever he opened his mouth, he would call them "feathered and horned, born of dampness and hatched from eggs." But this time, he held back!
With his ascension to sainthood imminent, he didn't want to go to war with the Ancestral Witches either.
Taishang Laojun continued to smile. "Hehe, Fellow Daoist Dijiang, our last battle already settled who held the title of Pangu's true lineage. You Twelve Ancestral Witches are the true lineage of Pangu. What does that title have to do with us Sanqing?"
Dijiang and the others stared wide-eyed. None of them had expected Taishang Laojun to concede outright.
Was this really the haughty Taishang?
Were these really the exalted Sanqing?
Dijiang was taken aback by the second question, grumbling inwardly, *What the hell? If Sanqing are giving