The Three Pure Ones Finally Appear, Great Gods Gather, Not for the Demon Race, but to Revere the Dao Ancestor

"But do we really have to fight a great war against the Ancestral Witches, and all for the sake of those two fellows, Di Jun and Tai Yi?"

It was Tongtian who spoke.

Clearly, even now, in Tongtian's eyes, the relationship between the Ancestral Witches and the Three Pure Ones was far closer than that with Di Jun and Tai Yi.

Yuanshi frowned, then finally nodded. "I agree with our third brother. Although the Ancestral Witches do not understand the Heavenly Dao, they are still far better than those wet-born, egg-hatched, fur-clad, and horn-bearing creatures of the Demon Race."

There was no helping it; Yuanshi had always loathed the Demon Race, labeling them as wet-born, egg-hatched, fur-clad, and horn-bearing beings. As for the situation with the Ancestral Witches and the Witch Race, if others were unaware, how could Yuanshi, who was also of the Orthodox Pangu Lineage, possibly be ignorant?

Moreover, like Tongtian, Yuanshi felt that the Ancestral Witches were somewhat closer to them.

After all, one side was born of the Primordial Spirit and the other of essence blood; both were the most direct descendants of Pangu.

In the vast Primordial World, who didn't know that Yuanshi was, in fact, the most protective of his own?

Laozi did not comment on the words of Yuanshi and Tongtian, merely saying meaningfully, "Regardless, we must still go!"

"After all, if the Ancestral Witches truly defeat the Demon Race and dominate the Primordial World, the majority of the Primordial World's fortune will inevitably gather upon the Ancestral Witches and the Witch Race. If that were to happen..."

Hearing this, a trace of fear could not help but flicker in the eyes of Yuanshi and Tongtian.

"Indeed, the point is Father God!"

For the Three Pure Ones, the best Pangu was a Pangu who would never return to the Primordial World!

The situation was urgent, so the invitations for the Demon Race's Dao Discussion Assembly were sent out in a great hurry, giving the invited mighty figures only one hundred days.

One hundred days was not a long time in modern society, let alone in the vast and boundless Primordial World.

Even so, Di Jun and Tai Yi felt that this was dragging on for too long.

Just as Tai Yi had said, "What if the Witch Race takes this opportunity to launch a surprise attack on our Demon Race?"

However, this was the Primordial World. If they didn't even allow one hundred days of preparation time, it would not only appear undignified but would also make the Demon Race seem completely powerless before the Witch Race.

Whether or not outside help could arrive depended primarily on whether the side being aided could withstand the enemy's first few waves of attacks.

If they could hold out, the outside help would arrive.

If it were obvious that they could not hold their ground and would be easily swept away by the opponent, then the outside help was destined never to arrive.

Outside help was, after all, only a form of assistance; what mattered most was how strong one was oneself.

Seeing no other way, Fuxi finally stepped forward.

Risking the loss of ten thousand years of his Dao cultivation, he desperately divined the heavenly secrets, ultimately concluding that the Ancestral Witches would not launch a large-scale attack on the Demon Race within a year.

As for Fuxi's attainments in the art of divination, those who knew, knew.

Especially since this conclusion came at the cost of ten thousand years of his own cultivation.

Sure enough, over the next hundred days, although the Witch Race continued to gather on a massive scale at the Ancestral Land of the Witch Race beneath Mount Buzhou, from beginning to end, the Ancestral Witches never chose to launch a surprise attack on the Demon Race.

On the contrary, the entire Ancestral Land of the Witch Race was like a black hole; once any member of the Witch Race entered, they never emerged again.

This phenomenon not only drew the attention and suspicion of the Demon Race, who were constantly monitoring the movements of the Witches, but even Hongjun, far away in the Purple Cloud Palace, could not help but frown. "What exactly are these Ancestral Witches and the Witch Race doing? This feeling of something slipping out of control is truly unpleasant."

There was no help for it; the Ancestral Land of the Witch Race was a place shrouded by the power of Pangu Hall. Let alone Hongjun, even the Heavenly Dao could not probe into everything within.

And this was clearly the greatest trump card Pangu had left for the Ancestral Witches and the Witch Race.

In fact, in the myths of the Primordial World, even by the Age of Dharma Decline, whether it was the mighty figures of the heavens, the Six Sages of the Heavenly Dao, or perhaps even the Heavenly Dao and Hongjun themselves, all knew very little about what went on inside Pangu Hall.

It could truly be said that this was a place "beyond the reach and control of the Heavenly Dao."

Now, under the reinforcement of Mount Buzhou, the region within tens of thousands of gai (one gai equals ten thousand trillion) around Pangu Hall was, for the Heavenly Dao and Hongjun, a land beyond their reach and control.

And so, amidst the hesitation and confusion of countless living beings, the hundred days finally passed.

On this day, the entire Demon Court was bustling with activity.

The beautiful palace maids, the majestic guards, the soaring Phoenix, the rising Dragons, the galloping Qilin, and the exotic flowers and rare grasses scattered everywhere made the entire Demon Court appear so opulent and magnificent that even Yuanshi could not help but sigh, "What grand style."

The moment the Three Pure Ones arrived, Di Jun, Tai Yi, as well as the five high-ranking officials of the Demon Court—Fuxi, Nuwa, and Kunpeng—all moved at once to personally step out of the hall to welcome them.

In terms of status, the Three Pure Ones were the direct disciples of Hongjun; even Nuwa had to address them as Senior Brothers.

In terms of strength, the Ancestral Witches were formed from Pangu's essence blood, while the Three Pure Ones were formed from Pangu's Primordial Spirit. Since the Ancestral Witches had already proven their worth as the Orthodox Pangu Lineage with their strength, how could the Three Pure Ones, whose origins were no less significant than the Ancestral Witches and perhaps even superior, be any weaker?

The high-ranking members of the Demon Race even suspected that if the Three Pure Ones joined forces, the five of them might at best manage a draw.

Thinking further, the Ancestral Witches possessed the Twelve Capital Divine Gods and Demons Formation, capable of summoning the True Form of Pangu. What about the Three Pure Ones?

Might they also possess a trump card similar to that of the Ancestral Witches?

The thought was terrifying!

Precisely because of this, upon sensing the arrival of the Three Pure Ones, the high-ranking members of the Demon Race all stepped out of the hall to welcome them.

In addition to the Three Pure Ones, other mighty figures such as Zhenyuanzi of Wuzhuang Temple, Hong Yun of Fire Cloud Cave, the Eastern Duke of Penglai Island, and the Queen Mother of the West from West Kunlun also arrived one after another. This even included Ancestor Minghe, who rarely left the Sea of Blood.

Of course, for such a grand occasion, the Two Sages of the West were bound to attend.

However, unlike the other mighty figures, the Two Sages of the West not only arrived late but also brought along all the second-generation disciples of their Western Sect, whether they were direct disciples or outer sect members.

It was clear they were there to freeload.

Di Jun and Tai Yi could only watch as their brows twitched uncontrollably.

"Those two, Jie Yin and Zhun Ti, are truly shameless!" Tai Yi gritted his teeth.

"Do not be angry. If one cannot tolerate small matters, one will spoil great plans. The most important thing right now is still the Witch Race!"

In the end, ninety percent of the Three Thousand Guests of the Purple Cloud Palace, excluding those in seclusion, had essentially arrived.

Even many unknown mighty figures, outside of the Three Thousand Guests of the Purple Cloud Palace, had come as well.

"The great matter is accomplished! The great matter is accomplished!"

When Di Jun and Tai Yi saw that even the good-natured Hong Yun, the fierce and Sha-filled Ancestor Minghe, and the sinister and vicious Ancestor Pan Wang had all arrived, they knew that this endeavor was essentially secure.

Yet, what they did not know—or perhaps they knew but chose to ignore—was that the vast majority of these mighty figures were not actually here for Di Jun and Tai Yi; they were here primarily to gain favor with Hongjun.

As long as one lives long enough, even a pig could transform into a divine pig, let alone those who had become mighty figures of the Primordial World; which one of them was not exceptionally clever and possessed of extraordinary wisdom?

Therefore, they had long since seen through it: Hongjun was clearly targeting and even suppressing the Witch Race. Between the Witch Race and Hongjun, the choice was self-evident!