As his words fell, the boundless Primordial World shook violently.
The endless Earthly Turbid Qi and the ancient, primordial Pangu Baleful Qi surged wildly from every direction, transforming into twelve towering Blood Qi Beacons that pierced the heavens.
As the Twelve Ancestral Witches' oath echoed throughout heaven and earth, the Witch Race's fortune began to gather in a frenzy.
Like the Demon Race's fortune, it tugged and strained above the sky, attempting to condense into a tangible River of Destiny.
The sight made the Twelve Ancestral Witches' blood boil with excitement.
They felt that immense fortune growing ever vaster, as though it were about to bless them, and every one of them was certain that Father God Pangu was watching over them—the Pangu Orthodox Lineage—in the unseen.
Meanwhile, in the Thirty-Three Heavens, at the Heavenly Court.
Inside the magnificent Demon Race Heavenly Court, the atmosphere was strangely tense and oppressive.
Di Jun, Taiyi, Fuxi, and the Ten Great Demon Sages all furrowed their brows, staring intently at the Demon Race's fortune above the sky. It, too, was tugging and straining, yet still refused to condense.
"Big Brother, what in the world is going on?"
Taiyi held the Chaos Bell in his hands. Shadows of Earth, Water, Fire, and Wind flowed across its surface, yet even his usually arrogant face was now full of confusion.
Di Jun drew a deep breath, forcing down his irritation.
"By rights, after we swore a Heavenly Dao Oath and gathered the myriad demons, such vast fortune should have taken shape long ago, transforming into a Golden Dragon of Fortune to bless us."
"But so much time has passed, and this fortune is still like a heap of loose sand, tugging and straining without ever fully condensing."
"The Heavenly Dao operates with supreme authority. Could even