"Witch Cult, arise!"
Dijiang's voice was like thunder, instantly spreading to every corner of the Primordial World.
Rumble—!
As Dijiang's oath fell, Heaven's Way above the Nine Heavens responded once more.
Although it did not send down a skyful of Golden Light of Merit as it had when Di Jun established the Demon Clan, an immense fortune, heavier and purer than that of the Demon Clan, rose from the hundreds of billions of beings at the foot of Mount Buzhou!
This fortune gathered wildly in midair, eventually taking the form of a towering Pangu Phantom wielding a giant axe. It raised its head and let out a silent roar, then burst apart into twelve brilliant streaks of golden light that vanished into the bodies of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.
"Buzz—"
The instant fortune descended upon them, the Twelve Ancestral Witches trembled all over.
The Space Dao Fruit between Dijiang's brows erupted with dazzling silver radiance. His cultivation, already at the Late-Primordial Golden Immortal stage, was driven by this immense fortune to faintly touch the threshold of the Peak Primordial Golden Immortal stage!
Zhu Jiuyin, Zhu Rong, Gonggong, and the others also advanced greatly under the washing of fortune, leaving them only a hair's breadth away from the Late-Primordial Golden Immortal stage.
"Greetings, esteemed Cult Masters!"
At the foot of Mount Buzhou, hundreds of billions of beings fell to their knees in unison. Their voices shook the heavens, while their fanatical faith gathered above Pangu Hall almost tangibly.
From this moment onward, they were no longer rootless duckweed. They had an official home now: disciples of the Witch Cult!
Sun Star, Demon Court.
Di Jun and Taiyi had only just established the Demon Clan and were still immersed in the joy of their soaring cultivation when they heard Dijiang's declaration.