"Second Brother."
Di Jun slowly opened his eyes.
The golden flames still burned in his gaze, but deep within them... a trace of cold reason had returned.
"Patience in small matters... prevents great plans from unraveling."
He spoke one word at a time, his voice low but clear in Eastern Emperor Taiyi's mind:
"The great calamity is near. The Witch Clan is the greatest enemy our Demon Clan faces."
"No matter how powerful Xuandu is, he is still only one man. Though the Interception Sect stands behind him, Sage Tongtian may not start an all-out war with the Demon Court for his sake."
"But the Witch Clan is different... The Twelve Ancestral Witches and our Demon Clan have long been locked in a fight to the death."
"If we fight Xuandu to the death today out of momentary anger, only to let the Witch Clan reap the benefits... then we will be the sinners of the Demon Clan for all eternity!"
Eastern Emperor Taiyi's body shook violently.
He gripped the Chaos Bell tightly, his fingertips turning white with the force.
After a long while,
he drew a deep breath and slowly loosened his grip.
The Solar True Fire around him, hot enough to scorch the heavens and boil the seas, gradually subsided.
Yet his eyes remained blood-red, fixed on Xuandu, and on the Pangu Phantom beyond the vast sky.
His hatred... was boundless!
"Di Jiang."
Di Jun turned toward the Witch Clan. His voice had regained its usual authority and aloofness:
"Your Witch Clan's intentions today are clear to me."
"However..."
His tone suddenly turned sharp:
"This is the territory of my Demon Court. Beneath the Zhou Tian Star Dou Great Array, it is not for your Witch Clan to interfere!"
"What happens between Xuandu and me is for me