Bai Ze, Qinyuan, Ghost Chariot, and the other Greater Demons followed behind Daochen, likewise flying straight across the Witch Clan's territory toward the reaches beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens.
Dijiang and the others watched with deeply conflicted expressions as Daochen led the Greater Demons up to the summit of Mount Buzhou.
Daochen had now become a Sage and taken the Greater Demons up to the Thirty-Three Heavens.
They had no idea what attitude Daochen would take toward their Witch Clan next.
"Eldest Brother, there is no need to worry about this. Although Daochen is now the Demon Race's Demon Emperor, given Fellow Daoist Daochen's temperament, he presumably will not do anything to us as long as we do not provoke him."
Houtu offered these words of comfort.
The thousand-year period had now passed, and she had fulfilled her agreement with Daochen, so she had naturally returned to the Witch Clan.
"Exactly, Eldest Brother. There is no need to worry too much about this. We need only keep our own Witch Clan members in line. Let the younger generation fight among themselves; we Twelve Ancestral Witches simply need to stay out of it."
Xuanming likewise spoke in a grave voice.
The reason Xuanming could say this was that, over those thousand years, she had pestered Dijun and Eastern Emperor Taiyi every day, never giving either of them a moment's peace.
In the end, Eastern Emperor Taiyi had been so worn down by her pestering that he had no choice but to tell her the truth about Daochen becoming the Demon Emperor.
Daochen was accustomed to coming and going alone. He had never wanted to become entangled in the Demon Race's affairs, much less dominate the Primordial World.
Thus, Dijiang's worries were entirely unnecessary.
After saying this, Xuanming even cast a smug glance