The Primordial Heavenly Venerable wanted to force the Witch Clan to compromise and admit defeat?
When his own disciples had trespassed on Mount Buzhou and injured their people first, no less.
It had to be said, the Primordial Heavenly Venerable was dreaming of feasting on thin air.
The Witch Clan revered neither heaven nor earth. They revered only Pangu.
Even the Heavenly Dao could not make the Witch Clan bow their heads, let alone the Primordial Heavenly Venerable.
Taking a small step back was one thing, but a giant step?
Would they still be the Witch Clan?
This concerned the Witch Clan's honor and the dignity of the Twelve Ancestral Witches. Never mind that the Primordial Heavenly Venerable had attained the Dao and become a Sage.
Even if he entered the ninth heaven of primordial unity and broke through the Heavenly Dao's restrictions.
Once the Twelve Ancestral Witches' bullheaded tempers flared, they would still dare fight him to the bitter end. Believe it or not!
What did it matter if a batch of witches starved to death?
Even if he starved Great Shamans like Xingtian, Kuafu, and Jiufeng to death.
The Witch Clan would not back down. On the contrary, it would stoke their fury, deepen their hatred of the Three Pure Ones, and drive them to fight him to the death at any cost.
"Ah, I, Daochen, really have it rough. I've worried myself sick over this damned kalpa. Are you Three Pure Ones ready to lift a rock only to smash your own feet?"
"Hahaha..."
"When all is said and done, wasn't the War of the Liches just about clearing the way? Clearing the way for the Sages, clearing the way for the Human Race's rise. Now the Witch-Demon Clans haven't started fighting, but the Sages have been