"Enough! This ends here!"
Hundreds of millions of silver willow branches radiated dazzling silver light, their razor-sharp aura surging into the heavens as they poised to slaughter Dijiang and the other nine Ancestral Witches in one stroke.
A low, commanding voice suddenly rang out through the void.
The hundreds of millions of willow branches froze instantly, as though someone had immobilized them.
"That voice...?"
"The Dao Ancestor!!!"
Everyone except Daochen looked toward Hongjun with deeply conflicted feelings!
They could not tell whether they felt joy or dread!
Joy!
Because no one knew whether Great Immortal Yangmei would turn on them after killing the ten Ancestral Witches. After all, even the true body of Pangu summoned by the ten Ancestral Witches had fallen to Yangmei.
What chance would they stand?
Dread!
Hongjun's reappearance surely meant that the Twelve Ancestral Witches would survive!
And the fate awaiting these mighty cultivators of the Primordial World's myriad races would still come to pass. It would merely be delayed by several thousand, or even tens of thousands of years!
But what good would that do them?
It was nothing more than dying sooner or dying later!
They were not the Three Pure Ones, blessed with noble origins and a powerful master to back them.
And with fewer than ten thousand years remaining until Hongjun's third lecture, everyone knew that the Three Pure Ones would grow vastly stronger afterward, while they themselves would still be unable to change a thing.
"So dirty. So damned dirty!"
Watching Hongjun appear at precisely the right moment, Daochen sucked air through his teeth.
Hongjun's appearance at this moment confirmed every suspicion in his heart!
Beside him, Daoist Shichen felt as though his emotions had spent the whole day riding a roller coaster.
From his birth in Chaos to the great