Watching Daoist Kunpeng, Ancestor Minghe sank into the Blood Sea as well, preparing to try severing his Good Corpse. Unlike others, for Daoist Minghe, severing his Evil Corpse had been the simplest thing, something he had accomplished with ease.
But severing his Good Corpse was another matter. Daoist Minghe could not summon any good thoughts. Born from the Endless Blood Sea and accompanied by the Way of Slaughter, he was exceptionally skilled in it. After returning to the Blood Sea, it had taken him only about ten thousand years to sever his Evil Corpse, but he was still at a loss when it came to his Good Corpse.
Inside Pangu Temple, the Twelve Ancestral Witches wore dark expressions. The Demon Script would never perish, and its legacy would endure forever. It had even been acknowledged by Heavenly Dao. Did that not mean the Witch Clan would one day take the place of the Heavenly Emperor's chosen protagonist? Couldn't they rise again just as well?
Moreover, after the Demon Script had been established, the Demon Clan's fortune had surged once more. That was hardly good news for the Twelve Ancestral Witches.
If they had not obtained a Dao Path from Ye Xuan, the Witch Clan would certainly have been at a disadvantage when war broke out ten Yuanhui from now.
But Di Jiang and the others had already obtained their Dao Paths. They were advancing along both the path of the physical body and the Path of Becoming a Sage through Laws, and surely one of them would lead to Sainthood.
With another cold snort, Di Jiang and the others entered secluded cultivation and began comprehending the Great Dao.
High above, in stark contrast to the Twelve Ancestral Witches, the Demon Emperor and the others were overjoyed to learn that Daoist