Even though Lin Tian had prepared for a rainy day and laid his plans in advance.
He intended to use the witch-demon calamity to halt the Twelve Ancestral Witches' impending advance westward.
But if the Demon Race, one of the protagonists of the witch-demon calamity, was willing to submit to the Spirit Vine School.
Then.
Lin Tian naturally would not throw away a watermelon to pick up a sesame seed by provoking the War of the Liches.
So.
Everything depended on the outcome of Xuan Yuan's journey to the Demon Celestial Court atop Jianmu on the Northern Continent to recruit Di Jun and Eastern Emperor Taiyi.
If the Demon Race was willing to submit to the Spirit Vine School, Lin Tian would act decisively to quell the War of the Liches.
If the Demon Race instead held the Spirit Vine School in contempt, looking down upon the entire Primordial Land and its creatures with the attitude that demons should rule heaven, unwilling to join the Spirit Vine School.
Then Lin Tian would pour oil onto the flames and add more fuel to the War of the Liches.
Upon seeing that blue-white streak of light sweep out from Lin Tian's celebratory cloud.
And sensing the presence of the Immortal-Slaying Gourd and the Golden Crow phantom within that light.
All the companions serving under him outside on the plaza, apart from the spirit vines, were immediately astonished.
"The Immortal-Slaying Gourd!"
"A Golden Crow phantom!"
"The Human Ancestors who volunteered earlier to travel across the Primordial Continent and recruit various creatures for the Spirit Vine School never had such great good fortune. Dao Venerable Lin Tian never personally bestowed tokens upon them to recruit Hongjun or the Witch Clan."
"Yet the Vine Dao Venerable values the Demon Race so highly. It seems the