Fuxi suggested they cultivate first and wait for the Sage's Third Sermon.
As soon as he said this, it won everyone's approval.
"Sounds reasonable. The biggest difference between our Demon Clan and the Witch Clan is that we have primordial spirits and can go to the Purple Heaven Palace to listen to the Dao. That alone puts us forever beyond those savages."
"Besides, the Sage won't just preach this time—he'll also take on disciples. If one of us becomes his disciple, why should we be afraid of the Witch Clan?" Yingzhao said.
The Sage's sermon would be a great boon to them, but the Witches couldn't understand it, and they wouldn't go to listen anyway.
Wouldn't that close the gap between them?
"Fine, that's what we'll do. Let the Witch Clan have its moment. Once I return from listening to the Dao at the Purple Heaven Palace, I'll tear one of the Twelve Ancestral Witches limb from limb..." Jiuying boasted shamelessly, already thumping his chest in promise.
"So none of you are going to fight, huh? Fine! Then we won't fight!" Guiche said indignantly. He was furious, but there was nothing he could do.
Just as Kunpeng had said, he couldn't defeat any of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.
"So close. Just a little bit more."
Perhaps after hearing the Dao, his cultivation would surge enough for him to fight.
To avenge his severed head, he could only swallow his pride for now.
After listening to the demons, Baize fell silent for a moment, then finally couldn't hold back.
"You're all oversimplifying things. Whether we fight isn't up to us; it's up to the Witch Clan. If they come knocking at our door, we won't get to choose."
His words left all the demons silent.
Nuwa's expression was solemn. Seeing that