Invincible on Earth, Enemies in Heaven?

Baize spoke in a deep voice, his tone more solemn than ever before, a stark contrast to his usual refined and easygoing style.

His robes were stained with blood and were already tattered, but at this moment he possessed an indescribable charm. His fair face and bright, shining eyes shone through.

Jimeng's expression changed drastically, and he said anxiously, "Baize, don't act rashly! Even if you sacrifice your life, the Three Crows might not necessarily be born. And even if they are born, they might not be able to break the Witch Clan's dominance. You must think carefully!"

He panicked a little; this was the first time he had seen Baize like this in all these years.

"This is the only chance, we have to try," Baize said with a faint smile, his words carrying a hint of helplessness.

Please ask the Three Crows to step forward. No matter what they do, this is a major Karma, and only death can settle the score.

"Why are you doing this? There's absolutely no need to do it," Jimeng advised.

"Baize, let's wait a little longer. Perhaps Empress Wa is about to become a saint, or perhaps the Dao Ancestor is about to be born. In any case, let's not rush things."

He racked his brains trying to persuade Baize to give up the idea.

"Jimeng, my life, Baize's, is worthless," Baize said.

Upon hearing this, Jimeng's eyes widened in anger, and finally he sighed and slowly said...

"Baize, in my heart, you are the true Demon Emperor."

There was no more sound after that.

He was helpless. The demon race was now in disarray, and the whereabouts of the Demon Emperor Nuwa, Kunpeng, Fuxi and other great figures were unknown.

Even the Demon God like Jiuying and Guiche hid away and remained secluded from the world. Only Baize led him, working hard for the demon race.

Jimeng sighed, feeling a sense of desolation and helplessness.

"I'm leaving." Baize didn't reply, stood up and walked out first. His back looked somewhat lonely and desolate.

Jimeng remained silent, opening his mouth as if to speak, feeling somewhat distressed. Faced with this situation, he felt powerless and had no words to persuade Bai Ze further. He knew that Baize had made up his mind and could not be persuaded otherwise.

"I'll go with you." Jimeng strode forward and followed.

Mount Buzhou, the sacred site of the Witch Clan.

Pangu Temple.

These tens of thousands of years of warfare have greatly increased the overall strength of the Witch Clan.

The number of races has also increased several times over.

The strength of the Ancestral Witch was unparalleled in the prehistoric world Dijiang. Ancestral Witch such as Primordial World, Zhu Jiuyin, and Xuanming had even reached the peak of Quasi-Sage cultivation.

The remaining Ancestral Witch had basically reached the Quasi-Sage stage of cultivation. At the same time, many of the top experts in the Primordial World were still figuring out how to sever their third corpse.

The difference is evident.

Today, the Pangu Temple is filled with laughter and joy as the Twelve Ancestral Witches gather to discuss their next plans.

"Now, our footprints are left in almost every precious land in the entire Primordial World. It won't be long before we unify the Primordial World."

The one who spoke was Zhurong, who had risen from the Blood Pool ten thousand years ago and was reborn. The new Zhu Rong not only recovered from his injuries and was reborn from the ashes, but his strength had also increased.

Although he didn't contribute much, he didn't miss out on any of the benefits he was entitled to.

Now he speaks loudly, and this arrogant behavior immediately arouses Gonggong's dissatisfaction, who then starts to mock him.

"Didn't see any fighting, but they're experts at showing off. Some of their brothers got the job done lying in Blood Pool, even better than the boss. I'm impressed."

Upon hearing this, Zhurong's expression changed drastically, becoming unpredictable, and finally turning completely red.

"Gonggong, what do you mean? You think I didn't contribute? It's as if you've never been in the Blood Pool. Last time you were critically injured and on the verge of death, it was me... who helped carry you into the Blood Pool!"

He retorted, reopening old wounds, his pupils filled with endless flames.

"Hmph! Don't give me that, did I ask you to carry it?" Gonggong roared, his brows furrowing.

They were like oil and water, incompatible, and they kept dredging up each other's wounds, arguing until their faces were red and they looked like they were about to come to blows.

"Enough! What kind of talk is this? The world is not even unified yet, and you're already arguing!" Dijiang reprimanded him sternly, displaying the authority of an elder brother.

A vast and oppressive aura filled the Divine Hall. Zhurong and Gonggong felt a chill run down their spines and dared not continue arguing. They simply glared at each other with hostility, finding each other utterly displeasing.

A doubt crept into his mind: Was this really his own brother?

"The four directions of the Primordial World, west, south, and north—have all come under the control of my Witch Clan. Even places like the East Sea and the Sea of Blood have submitted."

"The benefits of this are obvious to everyone. We have already taken the vast majority of the legacy left by Father God Pangu."

"If we could possess them all, perhaps one of us could become Sage."

Dijiang looked around, his voice booming, tinged with excitement and agitation.

These words were endorsed by almost all the Ancestral Witch, whose strength had undeniably improved rapidly over the past tens of thousands of years.

Even if you do nothing and just lie there, you can feel yourself getting stronger every moment.

If things continue like this, judging from the current trend, if they were to fully utilize the legacy of the Father God Pangu, perhaps a Sage could truly be born among them.

This is not nonsense, but based on solid evidence.

"Then what are we waiting for? We've almost traversed the Primordial Land. Now, the only place we haven't been is the heavens!" An Ancestral Witch hinted, without saying it explicitly, but everyone understood perfectly.

"The Taiyin are the manifestations of the Father God's eyes, making them especially important. They should have been taken down long ago," Zhu Jiuyin said indifferently, his face expressionless, but his eyes were filled with chilling killing intent.

Things are different now. His cultivation has greatly improved, and he is almost at the peak of Quasi-Sage level.

What I never dared to think about before, I can now think about.

They are the Twelve Ancestral Witches combined; even without formations, they would be absolutely unmatched below the level of Sage.

Upon hearing this, all the Ancestral Witch nodded in agreement. Having defeated all opponents on earth, they could only set their sights on the heavens.

"Let's fight. Occupying the Taiyin is of utmost importance," Jumang echoed, a cold glint in his eyes.

Over the years of fighting, they had only suffered losses at the hands of the Three Crows. Regardless of their motives, the Sun Star was a place they had to fight.

"That's right, let's take those Three Immortal Islands as well!" Gonggong said.

"Ah! We don't need the Three Immortal Islands. Those things are formed from fragments of Chaos and seem to have nothing to do with the Father God. Whether we fight them or not is irrelevant. Let's take down the Sun Star first, and then we can talk about this later."

"That makes sense!"

After a brief discussion, the Ancestral Witch all turned their gaze to Dijiang, awaiting his decision.

Dijiang pondered for a moment, then slowly said, "We can fight Taiyin, but there's no need to rush."

"Let's pay homage to the Father God first. It's not too late to fight after your cultivation has reached perfection."

He considered it a lot and wanted to be on the safe side.

At that moment, a Great Witch came to report.

"Reporting to the Ancestral Witch, we have discovered Baize's trail and are heading towards the Sun Star!"