Among the Demon Clan, Fuxi was undoubtedly the one most familiar with formations, and he saw through it as well.
"Demon Emperor, I'm afraid our Demon Clan won't be able to learn this move."
"Why?" Dijun was puzzled. Fuxi had said they could not learn it, not that they could not obtain it.
"This formation is likely a Great Dao-level formation. The one presiding over it cannot possibly be an Ancestral Witch; it should be personally controlled by a Sage. Forget us—even other Sages would be unable to set up such a formation."
Fuxi's words were blunt. Only someone whose mastery of the Array Dao had reached the Great Dao level could deploy such a formation. No one else should even think about it.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches, whom Qing Xuanzi had secretly transferred to the Netherworld long ago, were stunned.
"Well done! But was I really that brave? I don't even know how many times I blew up." Zhurong blinked, unsure whether he was asking himself or the other Ancestral Witches.
"You? How could that be possible? If anyone, it would be me. Did you see how cool my pose was just now?" His sworn rival Gonggong immediately began tearing him down, while not forgetting to sing his own praises.
"Stop. None of us had that ability. If Qing Xuanzi hadn't come up with this, how could we be taking it so easy?"
Seeing that those two were likely about to fight again, Dijiang hurriedly stopped them. They had only just arrived in the Netherworld, and there was plenty to deal with.
"What bad luck. I'm done watching. I'm going to the Eighteenth Level to take a look at Luo Hou. I heard that guy is the Dao Ancestor's mortal enemy. He sounds like my kind of person."
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