"Before me, Fellow Daoist Ye, I fear you no longer have the right to be so confident."
Ancestor Hongjun's voice rang out from the Purple Cloud Palace once more. Clearly, he was confident that he had a way to deal with Ye Zhuo.
"You truly are remarkable, Fellow Daoist. To have come this far in so little time-no one else could have done it. As expected of the one who quietly gathered the Creation Jade Disc all those years ago and came within a single step of comprehending the three thousand Great Daos."
Ye Zhuo praised Ancestor Hongjun warmly, but what he was really telling him was this:
What Ancestor Hongjun had failed to accomplish back then, Ye Zhuo had already achieved!
"Your words truly cut to the bone, Fellow Daoist Ye. Very well. Only by buying this time was I able to grasp it. Your Great Dao is indeed extraordinary."
Ancestor Hongjun raised his hand, and a bolt of Violet Firmament Divine Thunder crashed down from beyond the highest heavens toward the Human Realm.
"Fellow Daoist Ye, would you come out to meet me?"
"Of course. I never said I wasn't in the Primordial World, did I?"
Ye Zhuo stood in the Demon Clan Heavenly Court.
With one hand, he seized Xihe and Chang Xi and flung them straight into Fire Cloud Cave.
The divine thunder struck the outer boundary of the Human Realm like a fist hitting cotton, accomplishing nothing.
"How could this happen?"
Dijun had never imagined that a mighty being like Ye Zhuo would seize both his wives the moment he acted.
"Don't worry. They're merely going to Fire Cloud Cave to cultivate. Don't ask how long-they'll be cultivating there forever, never to return."
Ye Zhuo grinned.
Dijun was so enraged that he spat blood on