Above the nine heavens, boundless Merit Power and auspicious aura poured down like an ocean, turning the entire Eastern Seashore into a fairyland.
Every being of considerable strength in the Primordial World sensed the emergence of such immense Merit Power. But once the Demon Race's mighty figures in the Heavenly Court learned that Daochen was already at the Eastern Hua Seashore, they all stayed put.
The Demon Emperor had gone, so what would they go for?
To fight the Demon Emperor for an opportunity?
Could Daochen no longer lift his blade?
Or were they itching for a beating?
Besides, since the Demon Emperor had gone, the other Sages would surely go too. They might as well stay obediently behind and earn themselves some credit.
What opportunities were they dreaming of?
Even if there were any, they might not be able to snatch them!
Daochen was very pleased with their choice. Though he did not forbid others from wading into the Human Race's muddy waters, the struggle over its opportunities and fortune was not something just anyone could join.
After all, aside from Nüwa, every other Sage had their eyes on the Human Race!
Those members of the Demon Race would gain nothing by getting involved.
Rather than waste time here, they would be better off working on construction in the Heavenly Court.
The Thirty-Three Heavens were vast, not the least bit smaller than the Eastern Continent of the Primordial World, and many undeveloped wildernesses remained.
Fortunately, the Demon Race had more than enough people.
Without the Tribal-Demon Kalpa hanging over them, everything would only grow better!
In any case, now that he had taken control of the Heavenly Court, Haotian and Yaochi could both get lost as long as he, Daochen, remained there.
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