Heavenly Dao Shichen swept his gaze over the Ancestral Witches, Di Jun, and the others, then turned and left without a trace of expression.
Hongjun watched Heavenly Dao Shichen go. After a moment of silence, he turned to Houtu among the Ancestral Witches:
"Houtu, you know what you must do next. Keep an eye on your brothers and sisters."
Houtu bowed.
"Yes, Dao Ancestor."
Hongjun nodded slightly, and his figure vanished as well.
Silence fell over the scene.
Dijiang rose without a word. He did not even glance at the other Ancestral Witches. Head lowered, he flew toward Pangu Hall, his retreating figure looking forlorn.
Zhurong opened his mouth to speak, but Gonggong tugged at him and shook his head. In the end, the Witch Clan army followed Dijiang, vanishing beyond the distant horizon.
Kunpeng approached Di Jun and lowered his voice.
"Your Majesty, what about the Eastern Duke..."
Di Jun glanced at the Eastern Duke, who was being supported by several attendants of the Immortal Court in the distance. Then he looked down at the blazing sun in his hand. After a moment, he shook his head.
"Let's go. Enough have died already."
With that, he turned and led the Heavenly Court army away.
The crowds in Tang Valley gradually dispersed, leaving only wreckage behind. It silently told of the glory that had once been there, and of the brutal battle that had followed.
Meanwhile, in the Chaos World, the World Demon God skipped into the Reincarnation Temple. Seeing the Reincarnation Demon God fast asleep on a jade bed, she pounced on him and shook his shoulders hard.
"Wake up! Reincarnation! Stop sleeping! Wake up!"
The Reincarnation Demon God opened his eyes blearily and found the World Demon God tilting her head at him, blinking her large, dewy eyes.