"But, Second Brother, haven't you always been telling us to lie flat?"
Dijiang was a little confused.
"Lying flat is only a means, a forced choice when the enemy is strong and we are weak. It doesn't mean our Witch Race has to lie flat forever and do nothing.
"If one day our Witch Race gains the power to slay Hongjun with a snap of our fingers and suppress the Heavenly Dao with a wave of our hands, should we still keep lying flat?"
Everyone, including Houtu, shook their heads without hesitation.
Qiangliang even shouted, "If we have the strength to sweep away all who refuse to submit, but still huddle in one place, wouldn't that make us no different from turtles?"
Zhu Jiuyin smiled. "Exactly. The lower-ranking members of our tribe may not understand, but we Ancestral Witches must. We lie flat to buy time and build up our strength.
"When the day comes that we're strong enough and the advantage is ours, that'll be the day our Witch Race regroups and unifies the Primordial World!"
This was Zhu Jiuyin: though he had glimpsed a corner of the future through the River of Time and even read over a million modern books, he was still the same Time Ancestral Witch of the Witch Race!
Zhu Jiuyin had never given up on the dream of conquering Zhuolu, dominating the world, and unifying the Primordial World.
If the human descendant Ying Zheng could unite the world, why couldn't his Witch Race do the same?
Just wait. The Primordial World was in a bit of a mess now, but not nearly enough of one.
Only when the Demon Race and Human Race became mortal enemies, when the Humanity Dao fell into chaos and the Primordial World became a living hell, would its