Within the Heavenly Court.
Demon Emperor Dijun frowned.
"The Witch Clan has grown more and more arrogant lately. Ever since Houtu reached the Great Dao level, our Demon Tribe's territory has kept shrinking. If this goes on, where will the Heavenly Court's dignity be? Where will the Demon Tribe's dignity be?"
The Demon Tribe's imperial preceptor.
Kunpeng's expression was grim.
"Your Majesty, His Highness Taiyi has been missing for a long time. Whether he went to seek the Dao or do something else, we do not know."
"With the Demon Court's current strength, we may not be able to defeat the Witch Clan, but we are not entirely powerless to fight."
Demon Marshal Bai Ze spoke somewhat apprehensively.
"The Demon Tribe is far too chaotic now. Each race and tribe fights for itself. Although they all belong to the Demon Tribe in name, their infighting is even worse. If this continues, the Demon Tribe will decline sooner or later."
One internal problem after another left everyone scorched and overwhelmed, without any better solution.
At that moment, the Demon Emperor truly experienced the loneliness and helplessness of holding a lofty position.
Because of the conflict between the Witch and Demon Tribes, he had not even gone to congratulate Houtu on becoming a Saint.
That made him all the more uneasy. Was the Demon Tribe destined to decline gradually under his rule?
"My loyal subjects, if you have any clever plans or sound strategies, present them at once. We cannot stand by and watch our great foundation be buried like this."
Everyone frowned as well, unable to devise a solution for the moment.
Just as they were agonizing over it.
A guard came to report.
"Your Majesty, a demon wishes to have an audience with you. He calls himself Stone Spirit and