On Mount Sumeru, Jieyin and Zhunti looked as though they had seen a ghost when they witnessed this outcome.
Although both had long known that Daochen had broken through to the late Quasi-Saint stage, they had never imagined that his battle with the Twelve Ancestral Witches would end with his victory and their defeat.
"Junior brother, do you still want to go out and join the excitement?"
Jieyin looked at Zhunti expressionlessly.
Had he not stopped Zhunti in time and actually let him leave Mount Sumeru, could anything good have come of it?
"Senior brother, you are absolutely right. I think staying on Mount Sumeru to meditate on the Primordial Purple Qi would be far more reassuring."
Zhunti ducked his head and hastily replied.
Fortunately, Jieyin had stopped him earlier. Otherwise, by the time he went out, the battle between Daochen and the Twelve Ancestral Witches would already have been decided.
If he showed his face then, would he not simply become a target for the Twelve Ancestral Witches to vent their anger on?
At that thought, Zhunti became even more determined.
Until he comprehended his opportunity to attain the Dao, he would not leave Mount Sumeru even if someone beat him to death.
Only when Jieyin saw that Zhunti had settled down did he feel somewhat reassured.
"To think Daochen actually won!"
On Mount Buzhou, Nüwa also looked as though she had seen a ghost as she stared at the collapsed Pangu true form at the mountain's foot.
She had never imagined that Daochen would win this battle.
At the thought that Daochen could now suppress the Pangu true form with his Innate Five Elements Formation and his own cultivation, she seethed.
An inexplicable surge of irritation rose in Nüwa's heart!
The stronger Daochen became, the harder it would