The moment Nuwa called out Dijun's name, the Western Two Sages instantly realized what was happening. At the same time, the Twelve-Petal Karma Fire Red Lotus and the Twelfth-Grade World-Destroying Black Lotus had already arrived before them.
The two monkey hairs attached to the lotus platforms had also ignited without fire. The violent aura of self-destruction had vanished from both lotus platforms.
This inevitably stirred greed in the Western Two Sages. Rather than stopping Dijun at once, they instead sought to take the two twelve-petal lotus platforms before them.
As for the Three Pure Ones, they were even less inclined to stop Dijun as he charged toward Houtu. Only the Primordial Heavenly Venerable snorted coldly and said, "Dijun, though the Demon Race and the Witch Race share a blood-deep enmity, now is not the time for you to settle your old scores."
The moment the Primordial Heavenly Venerable spoke, he had effectively told everyone that Dijun could not possibly be helping Houtu. At most, he merely wished to seize treasures amid the chaos.
This also made everyone breathe a sigh of relief. So long as he was not aiding Houtu, and Houtu was prevented from truly touching that book and brush, the final victory would belong to them.
Yet they did not know that the moment Dijun appeared before Houtu, he directly handed the book and brush to her.
At the same time, Lu Xuan, who had been blocking Nuwa, likewise transformed into a monkey hair and ignited without fire. Only the Twelfth-Grade Pure World White Lotus remained, flying toward Dijun.
This sight left even Dijiang and the other eleven Ancestral Witches dumbfounded. Had Dijun gone mad, to actually help their little sister Houtu?
But the confusion in everyone's hearts was swiftly answered. For where was there any Dijun now?