At this moment.
In the Heavenly Court.
Di Jun, Taiyi, and the others watched the terrifying thunder punishment descend in the direction of Mount Buzhou, and listened to the Ancestral Witches' curses echoing across heaven and earth.
Their expressions shifted repeatedly. The anger in their hearts had eased somewhat, replaced by deep confusion.
Di Jun furrowed his brow and spoke in a low voice.
"It seems it isn't just our Demon Race that's suffered a setback. The Twelve Ancestral Witches established the Witch Race, and they've met the same fate."
"This dispersal of fortune can't be a coincidence. Perhaps there really is something wrong with this method of establishing a race, or with the Heavenly Dao's workings themselves!"
Taiyi put away the Chaos Bell, his teeth clenched.
"But what exactly caused it? We tried to divine the Heavenly Secrets, but found only Chaos. We couldn't uncover anything."
All the great powers of the Demon Race fell silent. They could rack their brains all they wanted, but never would they guess that a Pixiu was behind it all.
Just then, Fuxi, who had been standing to one side in a dark robe, elegant and refined, slowly stepped forward.
His gaze was profound, as though he were pondering something. Then he spoke unhurriedly.
"Fellow Daoists, since the Heavenly Secrets are in Chaos and we can't uncover the reason, we should endure it for now."
"After the three lectures at Purple Heaven Palace, we can go ask Dao Ancestor Hongjun in person."
"Dao Ancestor is a Heavenly Dao Saint, one with the Heavenly Dao. He must know the mysteries of the Primordial World."
Hearing Fuxi's words, a flash of understanding shone in Di Jun and Taiyi's eyes.
"Emperor Xi is right!"
Di Jun nodded quickly in praise.
"In that case, we'll set this