Going to the Sun Star Again? Jieyin and Zhun Ti's Unwillingness

What the Twelve Ancestral Witches and the Three Pure Ones did not know was that while they were risking their lives, a pair of eyes on the Sun Star was watching with great interest, secretly learning from their battle.

The aftermath of the great battle surged across the entire eastern Primordial World, awakening numerous great powers.

"The Three Pure Ones have actually broken through to the Quasi-Sage realm!?"

"A powerhouse at the Quasi-Sage level has been born among the Ancestral Witches?"

They were not only shocked by the strength of the Three Pure Ones but even more astonished by the power of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

This group of simpletons, who knew nothing but killing and had nothing but combat on their minds, had actually surpassed them, which was somewhat hard to accept.

Baize, Jimeng, Yingzhao, and other great powers of the Ten Thousand Races felt the terrifying aura of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, and their expressions turned incredibly ugly.

They had originally thought that after listening to the sermon at Purple Heaven Palace, they would be able to bridge the gap with the Ancestral Witches, but they had not expected to be left behind even further.

The strongest among them currently was only at the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal perfection, and the vast majority were still in the late stage; such strength was simply unable to clash with the Ancestral Witches and left them with no choice but to flee.

"Baize, do something useful! If this continues, our Ten Thousand Races will have absolutely no room for survival!" Jimeng said with a grim expression.

Currently, they could only hide and scurry about, possessing no strength to confront the Witch Clan head-on.

Over these ten thousand years, the Witch Clan had expanded wantonly, seizing resources and occupying territories, while their own living space grew smaller and smaller. Sooner or later, there would be no place left for them in the entire Primordial World.

"Why has Nuwa been delaying the integration of the Ten Thousand Races? Is she playing us for fools?" Guiche said with some dissatisfaction. Before they had even heard the sermon, Nuwa had promised them, yet there had been no movement to this day.

"Do not be impatient. Nuwa said that she would come forward to lead the Ten Thousand Races after she has severed her obsession," Baize said calmly. All of this had already been stated back at Purple Heaven Palace.

"It is a pity. If the Golden Crows could come forward, that would be great," Jimeng said with a look of regret.

"Legend has it that fellow Daoist Ling Xiao has already broken through to the Quasi-Sage realm. I wonder if it is true or false. Baize, why don't we go to the Sun Star once more?"

Halfway through his sentence, Jimeng asked with his eyes lighting up.

Baize paused for a moment, then shook his head gently: "There is no need. Even when the Saint Hongjun asked them to establish the Heavenly Court, they refused. How could they possibly come forward to integrate the Ten Thousand Races?"

"Forget it, forget it. In my opinion, the Golden Crows simply dare not face the Twelve Ancestral Witches. What is the point of finding them? Even if that so-called Ling Xiao is a Quasi-Sage, he cannot turn the current situation around."

"Could it be that he intends to take on the Twelve Ancestral Witches alone?"

Jiuying said dismissively, almost laughing at the thought.

"The way you put it, it sounds as if having Nuwa come forward would turn the situation around?" Jimeng shrugged like a bear, retorting.

"Jimeng! What do you mean by that? Do you think what I said is wrong?" Jiuying's face turned angry, and he questioned loudly.

"Ah, yes, yes, yes!" Jimeng nodded repeatedly, not intending to argue.

"You..." Jiuying was so angry he wanted to make a move and drag Jimeng out to spar.

"Enough!" Baize slapped the feather fan in his hand and shouted in a deep voice: "Stop bickering."

"I have already secretly contacted Kunpeng. When the time comes, he will come forward with Nuwa and Fuxi to integrate the Ten Thousand Races."

He spoke calmly, yet his words revealed a sense of confidence and composure.

The great powers present cast astonished gazes at Baize, not expecting that this fellow had secretly roped Kunpeng in.

"Fellow Daoist Kunpeng will sever his obsession and become a Quasi-Sage in the coming days. With him, plus Nuwa and Fuxi, as well as everyone present, we may not be unable to contend with the Witch Clan."

Baize said with calm confidence, waving the feather fan in his hand.

Once Nuwa, Kunpeng, and the others came forward to integrate the Ten Thousand Races into a single entity, they would have a chance to confront the Witch Clan.

The reason the Ten Thousand Races could not defeat the Witch Clan was, firstly, the lack of high-end combat power, and secondly, that they were like scattered sand, divided here and there.

As long as these two problems were solved, they might just have a chance to clash with the Witch Clan.

"In that case, we will have three Quasi-Sages on our side?"

The great powers were pleasantly surprised. The situation had suddenly taken a turn for the better; three Quasi-Sages plus themselves, combined with the united Ten Thousand Races, indeed gave them a chance to resist the Witch Clan.

No wonder Baize had no intention of looking for the Three Crows; it turned out he had already arranged everything in secret. This lineup was indeed much stronger than the Three Crows.

Even if Ling Xiao was a Quasi-Sage, they already had three Quasi-Sages reserved on their side.

Even a fool would know how to choose between one and three.

"Now that the Three Pure Ones are keeping the Twelve Ancestral Witches occupied, this might be our opportunity."

"Let us take advantage of this chance to mobilize the Ten Thousand Races in secret. I will go to Mount Buzhou myself to discuss this matter with fellow Daoist Nuwa."

Baize stood up and said to the group of great powers.

"Jimeng, you don't need to come with me this time."

He added, feeling uneasy.

Subsequently, the great powers left the cave dwelling and flew toward various parts of the Primordial World.

In the West, Mount Sumeru.

Jieyin and Zhun Ti felt uneasy after sensing that the Three Pure Ones had become Quasi-Sages.

They had been surpassed by the Three Pure Ones once again.

They should have been the first to sever their obsessions, as they had already reached the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal perfection long before the sermon.

However, having been severely wounded by the Primordial Cauldron, their progress was delayed.

"Damn those Golden Crows, damn Ling Xiao! If it weren't for them, we would have definitely reached the Quasi-Sage realm before the Three Pure Ones!" Zhun Ti's expression was gloomy; the mere thought of it infuriated him.

They had originally intended to avenge the humiliation at Mount Buzhou, only to be beaten into a state of severe injury instead—a humiliation upon humiliation!

Beyond the shame, there was a sense of powerlessness; who could have imagined that Ling Xiao would be able to defeat them using nothing but a magic treasure?

"Once we become Quasi-Sages, we will surely avenge this great grudge!" Zhun Ti looked toward his senior brother, Jieyin, seeking validation.

Jieyin paused for a moment before saying, "In my view, even if we become Quasi-Sages, taking revenge will not be so easy."

His gaze flickered incessantly, and in the blink of an eye, it seemed as though infinite schemes were churning within.

"By the time we achieve the Quasi-Sage realm, Ling Xiao's strength will likely have advanced further. Coupled with the other two Golden Crows and the formation of the Sun Star, revenge will not be that simple. At most, we might be able to suppress Ling Xiao, but we certainly won't be able to kill him."

"Then what are we to do? Are we to simply leave this grudge unavenged?" Zhun Ti was deeply unwilling. He had assumed that breaking through to the Quasi-Sage realm would allow him to take revenge, but as things stood, he still could not achieve his heart's desire.

"Why is it that Ling Xiao does not go to listen to the Dao, yet his cultivation is still higher than ours?"

Zhun Ti posed this soul-searching question, a problem he simply could not fathom.

Jieyin smiled wordlessly and said, "Perhaps he obtained a great opportunity, but his failure to listen to the Dao is also a tremendous loss."

"The Sage will take on disciples during the next sermon. As long as we become the Sage's disciples, won't a mere little Golden Crow be ours to manipulate at will?"

At these words, Zhun Ti's eyes flashed, and joy appeared on his face. "True, if we can become the Sage's disciples, then attaining sainthood surely won't be too difficult..."

"The most urgent task is to sever our corpses first. Only by becoming Quasi-Sages can we take the lead and become the Sage's disciples!" Jieyin said solemnly.