The Saints had all emerged, and the Great Trend of the Primordial World had taken shape. Nearly one Yuan Hui had passed since the last Witch-Demon War. The Demon Race, who ruled the Heavenly Court, weren't the only ones making preparations in advance. As another Great Power of the Primordial World, the Witch Clan, which ruled over the land, would hardly take the coming conflict lightly.
Now, the Twelve Ancestral Witches had gathered once more to discuss the inevitable Witch-Demon War.
The Witch Clan traditionally held a meeting every ten thousand years. But after the last war, when they had laid out the Twelve Capital Gods and Demons Array to summon the Pangu True Body, Heavenly Dao Hongjun had broken through it, leaving many of the Ancestral Witches seriously injured. Two meetings had been missed. Fortunately, Supreme Yang Dao Lord—now known as the Yin-Yang Dao Venerable—had saved and sheltered them back then, and given them Three Lights Divine Water to help them heal. As a result, Dijiang and the others had escaped lasting harm, and had fully recovered over the past tens of thousands of years.
This time, they had gathered to discuss the Witch Clan's future and their struggle against the Demon Race.
"Big Brother, why worry? Di Jun and the other demons are a blight on the Primordial World. They've polluted Father God's Land. Even if the Demon Race doesn't come after us, we, as Descendants of Pangu, should rid the world of this 'disease' on Father God's behalf. Father God protects our Witch Clan. What do we have to fear?"
Zhu Rong's voice rang like a bell. Countless years had passed, but his fiery temper remained unchanged.
Dijiang shook his head gently, his concern undiminished.
"Saints are emerging one after another in the Primordial World, and Saint