Pan Xuan exchanged a glance with the Twelve Ancestral Witches and the Three Pure Ones.
No words were needed. That unspoken understanding had been carved into their instincts through long years of fighting side by side.
Ownership of the Thirty-Three Heavens, the majesty of Mount Buzhou, the foundations of the Divine Dao System.
This battle was unavoidable, but the battlefield could not be within the Primordial World.
Though Hong Jun's Will had driven Di Jun's proposal from behind the scenes, it also suited the Divine Dao System perfectly.
Fighting without restraint in Chaos, without worrying that the Primordial World could not withstand it, was the most favorable choice for both sides.
"Agreed." Pan Xuan's voice was steady and powerful, piercing the layered skies of the Thirty-Three Heavens.
"We fight in Chaos. The victor takes the Thirty-Three Heavens; the defeated withdraws. With these words spoken, let heaven and earth bear witness."
Both sides swore an oath to the Heavenly Dao.
Di Jun nodded slightly, the Light of the Sage flowing ceaselessly through his golden eyes.
He said nothing more, merely turning to murmur a few words to Taiyi and Kunpeng.
Taiyi's brows were tightly knitted, the Chaos Bell humming above his head. He seemed uneasy about his elder brother going into Chaos alone.
But Di Jun merely patted his shoulder, his tone calm yet unquestionable. "Hold your positions here at the Thirty-Three Heavens. I will handle matters in Chaos myself."
Meanwhile, Pan Xuan was also giving the Divine Dao gods instructions for holding their ground.
The three clan leaders-Ancestral Dragon, Yuanfeng, and Primordial Qilin-each led their clansmen to occupy one of three positions outside the Thirty-Three Heavens, forming a semicircular defensive line.
Jieyin and Zhunti laid down a Vow-Power Formation behind the defensive line to guard against a surprise attack from