With that, Kunpeng submitted completely and returned with Di Jun, Taiyi, and the others to the Demon Court on Mount Buzhou. Of course, although his oath to the Heavenly Dao forced him to serve Di Jun and Taiyi, Kunpeng still harbored hatred for them both. He merely buried it deep in his heart, waiting for a chance to exact his revenge little by little.
Meanwhile, on the Three Spirit Vine Islands, Lin Tian glanced toward the Primordial Continent in the west and smiled faintly. "The War of the Liches... hurry up and start fighting. The bloodier, the better. Ideally, you'll exhaust all the Primordial World's living forces. That will make swallowing it up much easier!"
Three thousand years passed, and the first great battle between the Witch Clan and Demon Race finally drew to a close. Afterward, the two sides settled into a cold standoff. Under Hongjun's orders, they divided their domains between heaven and earth, one race ruling the skies and the other the land. Whenever they encountered members of the opposing race, they exchanged biting mockery and icy glares. Though they longed to flay each other and tear out each other's tendons, they restrained themselves and made certain no fighting broke out.
Thus, for the next ten thousand years, the Primordial World entered a peculiar period of peace, eerie and oppressive.
Lin Tian also sensed the imposing power within Hongjun's heaven-engulfing hand seal, and his gaze grew intent.
"Power like that... has he already reached late Saint? With the Heavenly Dao's power bolstering him, Hongjun's progress truly is astonishingly fast."
Lin Tian let out a long sigh. He had attained the Dao three thousand years before Hongjun, yet he had only just broken through to late Saint. Hongjun, meanwhile, had not only firmly established himself at late Saint