Xihe Laid a Scheme!

After the Witch-Demon Race ceased hostilities, Hou Yi collapsed into a coma from exhausting all his strength. The Twelve Ancestral Shamans brought him back to the Ancestral Shaman Hall to recuperate!

The Demon Race had been defeated this time, and nine of its princes had been shot dead. For a time, the momentum the Demon Race had only just built up plummeted once more!

Within the Heavenly Palace, Dijun looked at his sole remaining tenth son, two tears of blood streaming down his face. His hands trembled as he held the Tenth Golden Crow Prince, his face twisted with savagery. "If I cannot avenge my children, what use is this title of Heavenly Emperor?"

"Brother!" Eastern Emperor cried softly at those words, afraid that Dijun might do something foolish!

How could Eastern Emperor not have been heartbroken as well? He had watched the ten little Golden Crows grow up, and his feelings for them were hardly weaker than Dijun's. Yet the Twelve Ancestral Shamans could actually condense the Pangu True Body, something far beyond their ability to contend with. Seeking vengeance would be harder than climbing to heaven!

Dijun released the Tenth Prince, turned to Eastern Emperor, and calmly said, "Rest assured, worthy brother. I have not yet been blinded by hatred. I still know the measure of my own strength!"

Eastern Emperor quietly let out a breath of relief and said solemnly, "Since Brother can see the stakes so clearly, I can rest easy. The Pangu True Body condensed by the Twelve Ancestral Shamans is truly terrifying. With our cultivation, it will be difficult to contend against it. Our only chance is to erase one of the Twelve Ancestral Shamans within these three thousand years, preventing them from condensing the Pangu True Body!"

Dijun nodded. "What Worthy Brother says