Word of Eastern Emperor Taiyi's safety was brought back to the Demon Tribe.
Demon Emperor Dijun completely abandoned any desire to wage war against the Witch Clan.
At this point, they had no chance of victory whatsoever.
Had the Witch Clan not been so few in number, they would probably have launched a counterattack by now.
Helpless as he felt, he had no choice but to accept peace.
Once the entire Primordial World had settled down, an expected voice rang out.
"I am Hongjun. In a thousand years, I shall begin my third sermon. All lifeforms of the Primordial World with the proper destiny may come and listen."
Dao Ancestor Hongjun's voice spread throughout the Primordial World.
Inside the Demon Emperor Palace, Di Jun's face shone with excitement.
Ever since Wang Shi had stopped him last time, he had thrown himself into the pursuit of strength, searching for any means of strengthening the Demon Tribe.
Recently, he had picked up a few rumors.
The chaos storms around the Purple Firmament Palace were growing weaker.
Even Golden Immortals could actually pass through them.
Did that not mean that practically anyone in the Primordial World with even a little cultivation could make their way to the Purple Firmament Palace?
The thought filled him with an inexplicable excitement.
After all, the sermons offered little benefit to the Witch Clan.
But for the countless other lifeforms of the Primordial World, they offered advantages beyond imagination.
If they could experience even one or two moments of enlightenment, their future path of cultivation might become a broad, unobstructed road.
This sermon was therefore an opportunity they absolutely could not miss.
It might well be a shortcut that would allow the Demon Tribe to pull ahead in strength.
Soon, at the Demon Tribe's call to mobilize,
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