For a time, the powers of countless laws crisscrossed Mount Sumeru. What had once been a supreme immortal paradise had now become a hell from which there was no escape.
However, neither Houtu nor Dijiang had joined in the slaughter.
Houtu was not bloodthirsty by nature. Rather than massacre these weak disciples of the Western Religion, she preferred to conserve her strength to challenge the two Saints, Zhunti and Jieyin!
As for Dijiang...
He was using the power of the space law he commanded to flash from place to place across Mount Sumeru.
Each time Dijiang appeared, a pocket of empty space inexplicably materialized beside him, sweeping away the spiritual objects radiating treasured light.
Indeed, Dijiang, chief of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, was currently looting Mount Sumeru.
The faint smile curling at the corners of his mouth made it clear that he was completely immersed in the joy of reaping these spoils.
Although those spiritual objects were of little use to him, that did not stop Dijiang from taking pleasure in collecting them.
Lin Tian had initially wanted to join in the looting, but upon seeing this, he suppressed the urge.
Forget it.
I won't compete with my elder brother-in-law this time. Besides, most of the spiritual objects Zhunti and Jieyin placed on Mount Sumeru only look impressive. Taking them wouldn't be much fun anyway.
Before long, every living being of the Western Religion on Mount Sumeru had been wiped out.
Mount Sumeru, which had once radiated boundless treasured light across the Myriad Heavens, had also become a bare mountaintop thanks to Dijiang's efforts.
Dijiang had been reveling in the pleasure of his haul, but when he noticed the other Ancestral Witches looking at him, he immediately cleared his throat and said solemnly:
"Vine Dao Venerable, little sister Houtu."
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