When those two rays of divine light over the Sun Star fell toward the north, Qing Xuan was sitting with Qing Yi beside the spiritual spring.
Qing Yi looked toward the north, a wisp of starlight unfolding between her fingers.
Mountains and seas mirrored themselves before the two of them. That towering peak whose demon flag Xing Tian had uprooted was already sinking amidst rolling water and fire.
Qing Yi moved her teacup a little closer to the table. "Di Jun has come in person. This means he intends to set that flag back up."
Qing Xuan sat beside her, setting down the teacup in his hand at her words. "Then they must ask the Twelve Ancestral Witches whether they are willing to yield these mountains and rivers."
Kong Xuan also walked to the spring, taking a seat beside the stone table.
She had originally intended to travel through the northern lands, but for the moment she restrained her five-colored cloud light.
Since both the Demon Emperor and the Ancestral Witches were entering the fray, her own journey would naturally have to wait for another time.
At the very least, she had to watch the two clans finish fighting before she left.
Above the northern mountain ranges, Xing Tian raised Ganqi, his axe-light cleaving straight into the true body of Jiu Ying against the rushing water and fire.
The furious roars erupted from the nine heads were abruptly cut short, and the massive dao body split open from chest to abdomen. Demon blood scattered across the mountain peak, yet a wisp of primordial spirit took advantage of the blood-light to flee toward the high heavens.
Xing Tian stamped the mountain rocks beneath his feet to pieces, his axe-blade following close behind.
At that exact moment, the toll of a bell