"The Eastern Prince has grand ambitions but little talent. He is frivolous and pretentious, unfit for any great purpose. Though the Heavenly Court appears powerful, it is no more than a castle in the air, with shallow foundations. It cannot compare with the Witch Clan. Its defeat is only a matter of time!"
"My only concern now is that once the Eastern Prince falls, no one in the Primordial World will be able to hold the Witch Clan in check. That would be a serious problem!"
Laozi spoke with a long, quiet sigh.
"Why bother thinking about him? You would be better off spending that time figuring out how to deal with the Twelve Ancestral Witches' Pan... Father God's true form!"
Yuanshi snorted coldly and spoke with disdain.
He had originally intended to call it the Pangu True Form outright, but he feared Laozi would accuse him of lacking manners and disrespecting Pangu, so he had changed it to Father God.
"Forget it, forget it. Why am I even discussing this with you? Until the Pangu Orthodox Succession Dispute between us Three Pure Ones and the Twelve Ancestral Witches is settled, do not provoke Daochen again!"
Laozi shook his head, sighed softly, and left.
"If Daochen does not provoke me, why would I provoke him?"
Yuanshi spoke with a defiant expression.
"Ah!"
Tongtian could only sigh helplessly at this before leaving the Jade Purity Realm as well.
Mount Buzhou!
"What is this?"
Dijiang had just entered the Pangu Divine Hall when the sight before him sent a jolt of shock across his face!
Goumang and the others lay sprawled across the floor, blood seeping from their seven orifices. Their faces were as terrifying as vengeful ghosts, and they had already fallen unconscious.
"Eldest Brother, our brothers are all right. They