Now that Dijun and the Eastern Emperor had received accurate news from Lady Nuwa and the Taiqing Saint, they had nothing left to fear. Needless to say, the Human Race, without a Saint's protection, was bound to face its first great calamity since its rise...
The three-thousand-year deadline drew ever closer. Yet the hundreds of millions of Demon Race members born over these thousand years were still muddleheaded, unaware of the current great currents of the Primordial Wilderness. Dijun and the Eastern Emperor felt it necessary to summon the demons of the world, gather the demon hosts, unify their thoughts, and bind their hearts as one. With this momentum, they could greatly bolster the Demon Race's fortune. First, it would make it easier to pass down the order to slaughter the Human Race and seize their souls; second, they naturally hoped to gain the slightest advantage before the decisive battle between the Witch-Demon Clans!
Thus, the moment he returned to the Heavenly Court, Dijun took out the Monster Summoning Banner and gave it a fierce sweep. At once, wave after wave of profound auras spread from the Heavenly Court through the unseen, dispersing across the entire Primordial Wilderness! In an instant, the Demon Race members who had lain hidden for a thousand years erupted into activity!
Across every corner of the Primordial Wilderness, waves of demonic clouds emerged—some dark green like pine soot, some pink like peach-blossom miasma, some jade-bright like glazed green tiles, some pitch-black like gunpowder smoke. For a time, black smoke and foul air filled every place, as Demon Race members blanketed the skies while hurrying to the gathering!
In the heavens, dense swarms of birds shrieked past, their croaks and sinister cackles endless to the ear. On the ground, countless beasts raced forth, neighing and roaring