In the spacious Hall of Ascending Heaven, the expressions of the many Demon Race experts present shifted slightly as Dijiang's words fell.
They had anticipated that the Twelve Ancestral Witches would make a major move after battling the Primordial Heavenly Venerable and shattering his Sage Body, but they had never expected this day to come so soon.
Most of the Demon Race's elite had now been brought into the Thirty-Three Heavens by Daochen. Though demons still remained in the Primordial World, they were all those Daochen had weeded out.
To put it bluntly, they were not recognized by the Demon Race.
If the witches sought to unify the Primordial World, that naturally had nothing to do with the current Demon Race. It would merely be the other races in the Primordial World that suffered.
Then again.
What did the suffering of other races have to do with the Demon Race?
This should have had no connection to the Demon Race, which already occupied the Heavenly Court. Yet the Twelve Ancestral Witches had traveled countless miles from Mount Buzhou, ascending all the way to the Thirty-Three Heavens to ask Demon Emperor Daochen's opinion directly.
Now that was rather interesting!
Was it because they feared the Demon Emperor, or because they intended to make a show of force before the Demon Race?
No one knew.
Only the Twelve Ancestral Witches themselves knew.
Judging by their current demeanor, however, they clearly had not come to wage war against the Demon Race.
So it could only be the former!
They feared Demon Emperor Daochen!
On reflection, there was nothing strange about that. It was perfectly natural for the Twelve Ancestral Witches to harbor such apprehension.
Before Daochen had even assumed the title of Demon Emperor, he had broken the Pangu True Form single-handedly.
Now