The Demon Race Mobilizes

Bai Jing frowned. "It seems the Demon Race can no longer sit still."

"We must have been gaining merit too quickly. From us Ancestral Witches down to the ordinary clansmen, everyone's cultivation has improved. Even the Witch Clan's overall fortune has become more stable. For the Demon Race, which seeks to unify the Primordial World, that is hardly a good thing."

After hearing Di Jiang, Bai Jing nodded in agreement. "I think so too. Fellow Daoist Di Jiang, I suspect the Demon Race will next harass some of the Witch Clan's tribes even more frequently. You should make preparations early."

"Hmph! Dijun and Taiyi, those two mangy-feathered birds, are truly hateful! If not for our little sister's Primordial Spirit, I would have charged into the Heavenly Court and plucked every last feather from them!"

"Fellow Daoist Di Jiang, do not act rashly. He who cannot bear a small indignity will ruin a great plan."

"I know. Before we help our little sister produce a Primordial Spirit, the Witch Clan will not make any rash moves. If I had a Primordial Spirit, then with my current late-stage Golden Immortal of Primordial Chaos body, I could simply refine a top-grade innate defensive spiritual treasure and climb to the summit of Mount Buzhou. Why would I need to keep swallowing the Demon Race's birdshit?"

Bai Jing's eyes lit up at those words. He had always been trapped in a mistaken line of thought, believing that he needed to break through physically to the peak of the Golden Immortal of Primordial Chaos, just like the Ancestral Witches, before he could climb to Mount Buzhou's summit.

But Bai Jing was not of the Witch Clan. He had a Primordial Spirit, as well as the Primordial Measure of Heaven Ruler and the Source-Yang Cauldron to protect him. Just as Di Jiang had said, as long as his physical body broke through to the late stage of the Golden Immortal of Primordial Chaos, he would be able to climb to Mount Buzhou's summit.

Thinking of this, Bai Jing immediately said to Di Jiang, "Fellow Daoist Di Jiang, how about I try climbing to the summit of Mount Buzhou?"

"Brother Bai Jing, has your physical body not only just broken through to the middle stage of the Golden Immortal of Primordial Chaos?"

"That is indeed the case, but my method of breaking through differs from that of you Ancestral Witches. Fellow Daoist Di Jiang, if I am not mistaken, you must wait until the western earth veins are fully restored before borrowing the merit of the Earth Dao to break through to the peak of the Golden Immortal of Primordial Chaos, correct?"

Di Jiang nodded.

"I estimate that restoring the western earth veins will take at least seventy or eighty thousand more years. I am confident that I can break through to the late stage of the Golden Immortal of Primordial Chaos within fifty thousand years. At that time, with the Primordial Measure of Heaven Ruler and the Source-Yang Cauldron, I should be able to climb to the summit of Mount Buzhou."

"Brother Bai Jing, can your physical body truly break through to the late stage of the Golden Immortal of Primordial Chaos in only fifty thousand years?"

"Of course it is true."

"Good! Wonderful! Then I shall leave this matter to Fellow Daoist Bai Jing. The sooner we can help our little sister produce a Primordial Spirit, the sooner the Witch Clan can charge into the Heavenly Court and vent this hatred properly!"

Bai Jing smiled. "Fellow Daoist Di Jiang, do not relax too much either. The Demon Race possesses its current power and prestige for a reason; their strength is certainly no trifling matter. You must hurry to comprehend the Twelve Capitals Divine Fiend Formation, and the restoration of the western earth veins cannot be neglected either."

After all, the ultimate purpose of restoring the earth veins was to awaken the Earth Dao and leave the Witch Clan a path of retreat.

"Rest assured, Brother Bai Jing. I know what must be done."

Bai Jing smiled and nodded, then left the Ancestral Witches and returned to Yingzhou Immortal Island to enter seclusion.

More than forty thousand years passed in the flick of a finger.

East Sea, Penglai Immortal Island, where the Immortal Court stood. Dongwang Gong held a dragon-headed staff as he stood upon the island, gazing calmly into the distant void.

Beside him stood the Immortal Court's many great powers.

The three Daoists at the very front radiated powerful pressure. They were clearly great powers at the quasi-saint level.

Unlike Dongwang Gong, these three were not so composed. Two wore grave expressions, while one paced back and forth nonstop like an ant on a hot pan.

Like Dongwang Gong, these three had been among the Three Thousand Red Dust of Zixiao Palace. After the Dao Ancestor appointed Dongwang Gong as the leader of the male immortals, they had associated with him, and they were now the Immortal Court's most central figures.

"Skyfire, stop pacing around," the only female Daoist among the three said impatiently.

"Profound Water, aren't you anxious? The Demon Race is practically at our doorstep!" Daoist Skyfire stopped and asked.

"Would being anxious do any good? Would my anxiety stop the Demon Race from coming?" Daoist Profound Water retorted.

"Fellow Daoist Skyfire, Fellow Daoist Profound Water is right. It is set in stone that the Demon Race's Heavenly Court will deploy troops against our Immortal Court. Your anxiety is useless." Spirit Tortoise True Person, the last of the three, spoke unhurriedly.

After hearing their discussion, Dongwang Gong sighed softly. He closed his eyes again and remained at the Immortal Court's entrance, standing there with his head raised toward the sky.

Daoist Skyfire was hot-tempered. Seeing Dongwang Gong acting as though nothing had happened, he could not help roaring, "Dongwang Gong, the Demon Race is about to attack us! Why are you still not thinking of a solution?"

Ever since the Immortal Court's founding, the Demon Race had constantly tested it. At first, they had merely killed some minor immortals of the Immortal Court. Later, as the Immortal Court expanded, the Demon Race's actions grew increasingly audacious.

In the end, the Demon Race had directly begun provoking Dongwang Gong, the lord of the Immortal Court.

The Demon Race pressed forward step by step for only one purpose: to determine whether the Dao Ancestor would intervene for Dongwang Gong, the leader of the male immortals.

After such a long period of testing, the Demon Race had reached its conclusion. The Dao Ancestor would not concern himself with whether Dongwang Gong lived or died.

Since the Dao Ancestor would not intervene, then Dongwang Gong and the Immortal Court he had founded ought to be destroyed!

Dijun and Taiyi had decided to personally lead the army. The Demon Race's forces would arrive at Penglai Immortal Island before long.

As the Primordial World's third greatest power, the Immortal Court naturally had its own spies. Intelligence that the Demon Race was about to attack the Immortal Court had long since reached Penglai Immortal Island, which was why the earlier scene had occurred.

To be fair, the Immortal Court had developed quickly as well, but before the current Demon Race, it was still merely a mantis trying to block a chariot, a mayfly shaking a great tree. Put plainly, the two were not powers on the same level at all.

Looking across the entire Primordial World, perhaps only the Witch Clan possessed the strength to confront the Demon Race head-on.

It was not as though Dongwang Gong had never considered winning over the Witch Clan and joining them against the Demon Race. But the Witch Clan seemed uninterested in contending for supremacy over the Primordial World. Dongwang Gong had sent people to persuade them many times, only to be rejected each time.

Dongwang Gong had no solution to that either. Given the current situation, he could only hope that the Dao Ancestor would act when the crisis came.

Yet Dongwang Gong already knew in his heart that relying on the Dao Ancestor to intervene was basically impossible.

When the Dao Ancestor announced that he would merge with the Heavenly Dao and would not enter the Primordial World unless an immeasurable calamity arose, Dongwang Gong knew that the tide had already turned beyond recovery.

Dongwang Gong did not believe that the destruction of himself and the Immortal Court could compare to an immeasurable calamity. Once an immeasurable calamity appeared, even the Primordial World would be destroyed. When the Dao Ancestor said that he would not enter the Primordial World unless such a calamity arose, it plainly meant that unless the Primordial World faced a crisis of destruction, the Dao Ancestor would not reveal himself.

The destruction of the Immortal Court was insignificant to the Primordial World. How could it possibly alarm the Dao Ancestor? Perhaps the Dao Ancestor had long forgotten that he was the leader of the male immortals. After all, beneath saints, all were ants. How could the Dao Ancestor keep an ant in mind at every moment?

Thinking of this, Dongwang Gong let out another long sigh. In the current situation, he truly had no solution at all.