A flicker of surprise crossed Daochen's eyes. He had not expected the Three Pure Ones to actually accept the Twelve Ancestral Witches' challenge.
After all, anyone with eyes could see that, without suitable treasures at their disposal, the Three Pure Ones would lose this battle ten times out of ten!
Yet they had accepted despite knowing defeat was certain.
That alone made Daochen think a little more highly of them.
With the challenge issued, there was no reason to linger among the Witch Clan. Many mighty figures of the Primordial World had already begun returning to their cave abodes. Those with clans behind them, in particular, had hurried home the moment Dijiang announced that the Witch Clan would spread throughout the Primordial World.
After all, for them, this truly was a fire singeing their eyebrows.
"Let's head back! We'll return in three thousand years."
Daochen rose in the void and spoke to Dijun and Eastern Emperor Taiyi beside him.
For the other mighty figures of the Primordial World, the Witch Clan's expansion was a fire singeing their eyebrows. For Daochen and his two brothers, however, it would have little effect.
First, they had no clans behind them to worry about.
Second, given Daochen's strength, unless the Twelve Ancestral Witches had holes in their heads, they would never provoke him unless they had absolutely no choice.
Their only concern was whether the Witch Clan's expansion throughout the Primordial World would truly become the spark that set the War of the Liches fully ablaze.
As Hongjun had said, minor matters in the Primordial World could be changed, but the greater tide could not be reversed!
No one knew what the War of the Liches would ultimately become.
"Fellow Daoist, please wait!"
Just as Daochen, Eastern Emperor Taiyi, and Dijun were about to